Maximum Ride is property of James Patterson. Kisha, Deveann, Saber, Jamie, and Lash are property of ME! Kumali is property of Jwan! Backlash is property of my Dad!

Oy Vey! Sorry, I haven't been updating, I been busy. Saber and I have guests over but it's nice. I'm forcing one to read the MR books, so far she thinks it's boring (she's only on page 63, she wouldn't know.) Anyhoo, here's the layout for the rest, it's going to be humorous and gushy for a chapter (this one) or so, then it gets violent, by request of birds-fly-free-at-midnight, then it's sad, then it ends, kay? Kay. Here goes nothin!

Max's POV

I crawled back under Kisha's covers, Kumali was no where to be found, Nudge and Angel were huddled together on the fold out couch. Kisha walked past the bed and got on her computer. "Whatcha doin'?" I asked.

"I'm going to a little place called fanfiction heaven, go to sleep, Max, you need your rest." She demanded. I had to admit, I was not totally against the idea. I closed my eyes and reluctantly drifted to sleep.

"MAX!" I awoke to Kisha's frantic scream. She was clinging me with such a force I thought I might crack in half, everyone was in the room, execpt Backlash. She loosened her hold and pulled me into a hug. I heard shuddering sobs. I opened my mouth to tell her I was okay but the sobs only got louder. My eyes shut on their own without warning, I was the one crying, not Kisha. "Shh, shh, it's okay, Max. I'm here now. I'm here." She murmured to me.

"What did you do to her?!" Deveann's voice was but a distant growl. No answer came from what I could hear over my own pathetic pleads for mercy. I felt Kisha tense.

"No." She said frimly.

"But-" Fang's voice broke my numb state. I felt the tears washing over my freazing cold cheeks. I was shaking from fear and cold. All of me was soaked to the bone and when my latest bawl escaped me it soon turned into a scream of pure agony. My own voice echoing inside my head was so loud I thought my ears would bleed.

"You stay away from her." Kisha snarled, I heard a low rumble behind her voice. She was ready to put me down and rip his lungs out. I'd never seen her so angry with anyone but herself or an Eraser. She held me close to her.

"Fang, what's going on right now?" Kumali's sweet voice drifted in one ear and out the other.

"Just let me see her, she obviously wants my company, not yours. Or at least needs it." Fang muttered for only Kisha to hear.

"She doesn't need anyone! Max is strong on her own. Least of all she needs you! For once do whats best for her, not what makes you feel better." Kisha's harsh words stung.

"What's going on?" Angel's broken voice shattered my heart as I knew she was crying. My moans got louder and more desprate. They sounded like words, I didn't focus on them long enough, I had other things to think about.

"Fang... you... you did this." Iggy's voice was shocked and tormented.

"How?" Fang was just getting mad. "What did I do?!" My voice was raised.

"Shh, shh..." Kisha cooed. "That's just like you, focusing on your punishment for the whole ordeal, not that somehow Max was put in pain."

"She's right. The how doesn't matter, Fang. It's what we can do to make it better and it's best you stay away from Max." Deveann sighed, as though he regretted the thought.

"Max." Fang touched my shoulder. I screamed bloody murder. As though the touch hurt me.

"Why?! How could you do this to me?!" I finally understood what I was saying.

"Don't touch her!" Kisha set me down and lunged for him but I was quicker. I got there first. We fell to the floor with a noisy "thud." The room was still and the only thing that could be heard was my screams.

"WHY? HOW COULD YOU DO THIS?! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU, YOU BACK STABBING, HEART SHATTERING, MURDERER! YOU KILLED ME! YOU KILLED ME! YOU KILLED ME! YOU KILLED ME!" I repeated it even as I was being ripped from him. I couldn't understand what I meant. I couldn't control anything. My body fought viciously against Kisha's grip. "YOU MONSTER! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU!" I was dropped and my head landed on the hard wood floor before the rest of me and I cried harder.

"YOU IDIOT!" I faintly heard glass break over my thunderous accusations of my supposed murder.

"Kisha!" Deveann hollered.

"I'M GOING TO KILL YOU! I SHOULD HAVE KILLED YOU LONG AGO! HOW COULD I JUST LET THIS HAPPEN?!" Kisha's voice was growing fainter by the second.

"I need to see Max!" Fang's was equally as distant. I felt warm liquid fill my mouth and I began to gag on it, refusing to stop for swallowing and breathing during my fit.

"Max?!" Nudge shreiked pathetically.

"All of you get out of here and get Jamie!" Deveann's voice hurt my ears, by now I was used to the softness of Fang and Kisha's. It was like an out of body experience except I couldn't see anything. I couldn't control any of my movements or form any thoughts, I just listened as I seemingly died, right there on Kisha's guest room floor. The liquid dripped out of my mouth as strong hands found me and lifted me and the pitter patter of panicked foot steps left the doorway. "Max, it's all right." Deveann's voice wasn't nearly as calming as I had hoped it would be. I felt his hands fly out from under me. All in the same second I heard an "Uhh!" And I my back was pressed firmly to something soft. Panicking, I began to kick and claw at anything in my reach.

"FAAAANG! YOU MORON!" I felt sanity drift back in while Kisha's voice echoed through the room. Though sanity arrived, control over my body still had not and every groan of satisfaction that came out of me was an invitation for humiliation. Fang's lips were squarely over my own and as I kissed him back he pushed the limits far over what I'd ever let him if I had control over what I was doing. His lips pulled away from mine and his hands slid out from under my T-shirt. I gasped for air as Kisha scolded him.

"Oh, for the love of all things good and sane..." I moaned opening my eyes and leaning over the edge of the bed to hurl. My hair was pulled back behind me. I recognized the rough hands as Deveann's. "What's going on...?" I managed, my voice was hoarse from screaming.

"You don't know?" Deveann asked, not wanting the other two to speak to me in my current state. "Max, you were screaming. You had been screaming, crying, and sweating at the same time."

"Sweating? I was freezing..." I wondered aloud.

"You were screaming Fang's name." I was what? I couldn't even remember-

He killed you, Max. It was a horrible thing to watch. HE broke your heart and killed you... Because of Backlash... I felt myself shudder in time with the voice. The room began to spin and I heaved once more.

What?! Show me!

No, not even I could put you through that torture. Inhumane doesn't begin to cover it. Max, you need to kill Backlash or she will be the death of you.

She can't even push me down, how will she kill me?

Looks can be decieving. You of all people should know that.

I looked up at Fang, he was bruised and bloodied, whether or not it was Kisha or I who had inflicted such damage, I was unaware. I glanced over at Kisha, also soaked with blood but standing fully upright and seemed more concerned with me at the moment, unlike Fang who had been leaning up against the bed post. He had sounded so harsh and uncaring before but his bore into mine, love and devotion poured out of them. "Oh Fang..." I mumbled. Kisha looked offended, on her way out the door she pushed Fang down. Deveann glared at Fang. "You guys he really didn't do-" I began.

"No. I picked a fight with Kisha, she was right, I was being selfish. I nearly got you and me killed." He shook his head in dismay.

"Nearly?!" Deveann's words dripped with sarcastic loathing. "You say it as though you're going to live to see tomorrow. Look what you did you her! And Max! You're an idiot! How the heck do you expect us to get anywhere with this behavior? It's things like this that hold us back!" Deveann looked at me, his eyes turning from hard to warm in an instant. He was aking me if I wanted time alone with Fang. I nodded. He left us, being remotely quiet until he slammed the door.

I gotta stop right here, sorry. I thought I would be funny in this one but steered away from that. I now have an extremely action packed and Faxness filled plot coming up, thank you, birds-fly-free-at-midnight! It was weird writing this chapter because it felt more like I was reading it than writing it. I bet you all feel sorry for Fang now. I can't help but go Kisha all over him, though. I'm like, "Fang, don't touch her she'll- YOU TOUCHED HER?! LOOK WHAT YOU DID! KISHA, SICK 'EM!" Hee hee. Anyhoo, I'll update as soon as I'm awake enough to. (3 AM exactly) Kisses!