My little story Fang's Romantic Endeavors got so many reviews! Most were like "AWWWWW I LOVE LITTLE FAX STORIES", "WRITE ANOTHER CHAPTER", & "AWW I LOVE FAXXXXXNESS!". So do I. So I present chatpter 6: Hello? Fang does sound like a whiney-baby and really "woe is me, woe is I" and might come across as annoying. Sorry. This is (hopefully) the only chapter with whiney Fang. So, without further ado...the ever-so-lovely...

Disclaimer:

I don't own Maximum Ride or any other novel!

(though I wish I did...heheeeehee)

Fang's POV

I landed gently onto the canyon's ledge. My long black trench coat hung lower than usual, it pockets stuffed with fast food. I walked into the cave, ever dustier, and emptied the food. I grabbed and tore into the first thing I got my hands on. After I went through 8 greasy hamburgers, 4 super-sized fries, 5 sets of chicken fries, 9 apple pies, and a suspiciously green salad, I wiped my sticky fingers on my jeans and sighed.

The life I have been living is absolutely unproductive. I eat, breathe, fly, and generally supported the carbon cycle. I have no purpose. No reason to live…

NOOO! I cannot even think about that. In my backpack, in the back of the cave, held a large knife, about 6 inches long. It could be over so quickly. My fingers itched, and my eagerness do die surprised me. I threw off my coat and ran away from that so tempting knife in that God-awful backpack…

I threw myself into the air and fought the hot, betraying tears that threatened to overflow.

Max's POV

In a non-descript room, I was stuffed with food. Another nurse came in-not the shaking, pale one-carrying some folded gray fabric. "Please wear this…gown. It will help with your…recovering process of escapee number 24601, commonly referred to as "Fang". Do you have any questions? You will be seeing Monsuir Director's assistant before you depart."

"None," I replied, and she left. I changed into the "gown" which was a purposely ill-fitting, rough, gray thing. And was incredibly itchy. I saw lying, on the white table in the corner, was a comb, and on the wall was a full-length, pristinely clean mirror.

"My God!" I cried, touching my head. My strait, honey-blonde hair fell in somewhat tangled masses down to the very lowest part of my back. I grabbed the comb and ran in through my thick, hair, marveling at it. It must've been another "improvement" when I had that surgery.

I turned back and strolled out of the door, colliding into a frantic looking woman in a disheveled skirt-suit. She cried "Ah! There you are, M-miss Ride. I trust that you surgery was a success. You seem to be in fine condition. Here is the file you'll need. Please, read it on your way out, and give it to a lupine…employee." She handed me a thick manila envelope.

I nodded and sauntered into the hallway. An eraser followed me silently. I pulled out a photo of the envelope and almost stopped dead. This "Fang" had jet-black hair that hung in his tan face, halfway covering his deep, black eyes. I randomly shuffled through some photos. I stopped on the most recent photo. It was him, in a rough pair of jeans, shirtless, running off of the School's premises, with a pack of erasers chasing him. His large wings were the same shade of his hair, and were half unfolded. I realized, oddly, that he was really good looking. I mean, hot.

SMACK! I mentally smacked myself. Don't think of such things! If you get off of your mission your reputation will be dirt and you will probably die because they consider you too lethal, I scolded myself silently. We had now arrived to the outside doors.

"Ma'am, I need the file back. I assume that you know all of the information?"

"Yes, yes I know everything that is required. Thank you." I thrust the folder into the waiting hands of the Eraser.

"Uh, Ma'am…your boots. You shouldn't wear them. It would be too conspicuous." I looked down at the boots and stifled a laugh. It would be very conspicuous if I wore a hospital-gown-thing and a pair of Prada boots. I pulled them off, took off my socks and gave them all to the Eraser who bowed, in a strange formality and went back inside of the building.

"Wait! Agent Ride! Please, wait!" the assistant to the Director came bursting out of the glass doors. She looked as if she'd gone through a blender. She must've been running- I looked down at her 5-inch heels and saw some busted seams in her skirt. She took some ragged breaths. "Here, take this." She handed me a small bright orange packet, and a bottle of water. "Take the pill- it will help you become accustomed to the new alterations in your body. Be careful, now that you're outside of a contained environment, your newly heightened senses will seem overly reactive."

I didn't want to think about it, so I tore up the packet open and dropped the pill down my throat, chasing it down with some water. I felt a slight buzzing sensation, as if I was filled with crickets jumping around inside of me. I shook my head quickly, feet of hair flying around.

I nodded at the panting woman, and began to run. I gained up enough momentum to properly take off. I soared, stretching my stiff wings. I noticed that my wings were so much lighter than usual. And I looked skinner. And taller. Again. How many surgeries have I had since I could remember-78, I think. Either that or 79. I'll ask next time. I sighed heavily and became one with the clouds.

Fang's POV

I laid out on the canyon's ledge, looking at the stars. I had already gotten over my emo-weeping phase. Thank God. The stars were shining brightly, almost cheerfully mocking my very existence.

My stomach growled really loudly, in protest of food. I tried to consentrate on the stars and the darkness, wishing I could fly away to some other planet without dying from lack of oxygen-

What is that? Something was streaking across the dark sky, its flying rugged and off balance. It came to close for comfort, flying about a mile away. Then if began to plummet downward, spiraling too quickly to earth. I focused my acute vision to the thing. It was a human, kind-of. It-it had wings! Large, feathered wings were busting out of its back. Wait her, she has long blonde hair that is flying around.

She disappeared into the pine forest below. I stood up and took off, without thinking. It was another experiment, one that has escaped, like me. I won't be alone anymore. The wind whistled through my feathers. I arrived overhead where she must've fallen, and saw broken branches straight down into the brush.

I landed carefully. A tiny figure was huddled on a huge pine tree's trunk, her speckled wings splayed out behind her, hair tangled and partially covering her wings.

"Hello?" my words sounded like a question. I don't know how to approach this. "Are you okay?"

I heard a weak moan. I came closer. The girl turned and looked toward me, and I approached her slowly. She looked me in the eyes and I couldn't help but gasp. Her face was a mirage of shallow cuts across her forehead and cheeks. Her lips formed two silent words.

"Help me."

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