A/N
Sorry I haven't uploaded for, like, a week. I have been really busy. You think holidays would be at least a little peaceful but noooooooooooooo.Thanks to my mum I haven't stopped cleaning for the whole week!
But enough with me excuses. Here is chapter five! Yay!
Oh, and thanks to everyone who reviewed. Love you all! It means a lot to me. :)
Chapter 5 – The Master
Fang's POV
Holly shit, she scared me! And I don't get scared. Ever. All I saw was her holding a knife with blood every where. Yes she told me that she dose it, but that doesn't stop me from freaking when she dose. I still can't believe that she did that, with me right outside the freaking door, not even separating us by two meters!
Well, I guess I couldn't be too hard on her. I mean, she was just talking about how she watched her little brother die. A touchy subject by all measures. But she still freaked me.
I looked down at the wound I was bandaging. It wasn't the one from minuets ago, I had already dressed and cleaned that one. This was the one from last night. It stretched across the with of her pale beautiful skin. It was deep, so deep in fact that I am surprised she didn't bleed to death.
"So what are we going to do tonight?" Max asked as I finished with her arm.
I shrugged.
"I vote movie night!" She sounded like a little child who was hyped up on sugar.
"What put you in such a good mood all of a sudden?" The question wasn't sarcastic or crude, I merely asked because I was interested. One minuet she was sad and tired and now she was in a good mood.
"Why wouldn't I be? I just got the week off school, pizza for dinner and I get to do it all with you."
"Are you glad that I am the one here with you?" I asked.
"Defiantly." She said breaking into a heart heartbreakingly beautiful smile all of a sudden, so that I couldn't help the half smile that crept onto my usually void face.
So that night we ate pizza and laughed about the stupidest things. It has been years since I last laughed that much.
I only distantly remember the last time I had been so happy, I was five and we were in the car travailing to a beach in California and I was being tickle attacked by my best friend Brigid. She was six years older than me but she didn't care about the age difference. Minuets after she sat back in her seat, a thirty-six wheeler had hit the left side of little red Holden her family and I had been traveling in. I don't remember anything after that.
The next thing I remember was waking up in a hospital bed with a fractured pelvis, dislocated shoulder and broken lumbar vertebrae. The doctors had predicted I would never walk again due to the state of my back, but I tried and I tried, and finally, just before my seventh birthday, I regained the use of my legs. I still have the scares from the many operations I had, and from shattered glass that had ripped through my body on that faithful day.
I still count myself lucky though. Brigid and the rest of her family had died that day, and I was the only one the survive the massacre. Some times I will have flashes of being trapped between pieces of steel if I am in an enclosed space for long enough.
"So, what movie do ya wanna watch?" Max asked, immediately bringing me back from the distant land I had been off in.
I shrugged.
"Mmm," She thought. We were now in her room sitting on her double bed staring at the TV that sat on the white wall facing north. Her room was simple and neat and, unlike the rest of the rooms in the house, it felt warm and lived in. She must spend a lot of time in this room. "We should watch... Monty python and the holy grail and... What do you think, psycho or nightmare on elm street:?"
"What no girly movie?" I asked sarcastic, just to set her off. "I thought you would force me to watch something like bride wars?"
"How sexist!" She said angrily, but then an evil grin crept onto her face. "Well..." She fake thought, "If you want to watch it. Nope how we are watching that as well." She nodded her head making a decision. I groaned. She laughed evilly.
"Before night mare on elm street, right?" I questioned.
"What? Dose Nicholas Ride find girls in white dresses scary, and doesn't want to go to sleep with them haunting him?"
"Hell yeah!" Max waked me with a pillow.
"Max, Max, Max. You should know not to try and start a pillow fight with the master." I said in my best twilight zone voice, which is pretty good if I do say so myself. I then picked up a pillow and waked her back with it.
She turned and smiled, holding up her pillow. The beginning of a war. And, for the next fifteen minuets, that's all we did, run around the house and hit each other with pillows. Eventually, once we were at of breath, we collapsed back onto the white covers Max's bed and started the movie marathon.
Everything went well until about, three quarters of the way through the first movie and I shifted positions on the bed so I was sitting upright next to the edge. Max took that as an opportunity to pick up the pillow she was resting her head on and hit me with it so hard, I fell side woods of the bed with a crash!
She cackled like mad, "Who's the master now?" She asked though a break in the laughter.
I quickly jumped back up on the bed and tackled her. I pinned her arms above her head and straddled her waist. I put my face only centimeters away from her beautiful face and whispered, "Still me." And with that I took one of my hands away and started tickling her at her neck and under her arms.
She started laughing and gasping for air, sounding like a little kid for the second time in one night. "Please ….. stop!" She chocked out though the laughter. "I'll... do... anything!"
"Anything?" I asked evilly.
"... ANYTHING!" Giggling even harder as I started on her stomach.
"Say, hmm, Fang is the master."
"Fang... is... the master." She chocked out in a whisper.
"What was that, sorry? You know I am deaf."
"FANG IS TH E MASTER!" She basically screamed.
"Damn right he is." I said smugly, and sat back triumphant from my win.
Max caught her breath, still slightly laughing. "Dumb-ass." She said under her breath and I chuckled.
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