Well, so far I've only gotten two reviews, but I pretty much just posted this story...so that's good..I think...O.o but I decided to go ahead and post the second chapter for the 2 people who have reviewed. And since they both like it so far....yeah..hah. ENJOY!

I awoke in a very bright room. I didn't recognize it, so I had no idea where I was and what I was doing here. The only thing I could see was the ceiling.

Someone was talking in a hushed voice to someone else. One voice I recognized. It was my mom's, but the second voice was a mystery. I have never heard this man's voice in my life.

Wait, now it's starting to sound familiar somehow. I tilted my head forward so that I could see what was going on. My mom was sitting in the chair next to my bed, while some teenage boy about my age was standing there talking to her.

I don't think I've ever seen him before, but his voice was starting to sound like I've heard it somewhere. He looked over at me and noticed that I was awake.

He smiled and said, "Hey, how are you feeling?" I blinked. "Um, fine, I guess. What happened?"

He exchanged a look with my mom, then my mom looked at me, "Honey, you fell down the stairs and crashed into a table. Our new neighbor heard it and went to see what had happened. He saw that you were unconscious and bleeding pretty badly and brought you to the hospital."

I looked back over to the guy who was still staring at me. "Um, thanks. Who are you, by the way?" He smiled again. "My name's Iggy. I just moved in a couple of houses down from you. I was unloading the truck when I heard a crash and went to see what had happened."

I could tell that there was more that he wanted to say, but wasn't sure if he should with my mom sitting right there. I looked over at her again. "Hey, mom, do you think that you could get me something to drink? My throat is really dry."

She nodded and walked out of the room. Once I knew she wouldn't be able to hear me, I looked at Iggy and started to talk.

"Okay, spill. What really happened? Because, frankly, I really don't remember. And I can tell that there's something that you're not telling me." I narrowed my eyes at him. He would tell me what this was all about. I just don't trip and fall down the stairs. It's not like me. I'm not the clumsy one in the family.

He shifted his weight from one foot to the other for a couple of minutes, looking rather uncomfortable. "Okay, well, I heard someone screaming bloody murder pretty much and I ran to see what was going on. I tried pounding on the door, but that wasn't working, so I just burst into your house. You were still screaming and crying out in pain, so I figured something was really wrong, so it didn't really matter if I just burst into a random person's house. Well, I saw that guy beating you, so I told him to knock it off, I lunged for him when he didn't and knocked him out. It looked like you were either unconscious or almost there, so I picked you up and drove you here. And..yeah, but don't worry, I won't tell anyone what really happened."

Wow, that boy sure can talk. He saw Jeb attacking me, so he saved me. This boy has no idea who I am, yet he put his life on the line to save mine, weird. He seems really nice. I bet I can trust him enough with this.

"Okay, thank you. If I ever find out that you told anyone, and I mean anyone, what really happened, you will wish that you didn't stop him. You got that?"

"Same old Max. Stubborn and wicked until the very end." I looked over towards the doorway. It was Jeb. Had he heard what Iggy had just told me?

He slowly walked towards the bed. "Don't worry, I won't hurt your little friend here. As long as our little secret doesn't get out, everything will go back to the way it was before and everything will be fine." He looked up at Iggy, "And no one will get hurt."

After he was finished, he smiled a quite wicked smile, turned and left.

"Well, that was a bit more than creepy." I'm already starting to like this kid. He's funny. I looked up at him, "You're not scared of him?" He looked insulted that I even thought that he might be scared. "Of course I'm not! This is me you're talking to. Please, I don't get scared." He rubbed this fingernails on his shirt, trying to be smooth or something.

I just laughed. "So, um, tell me about yourself. You said you just moved in down the street? Got any siblings?" He took a seat where my mom was and started to tell me all about himself and his family.

"Well, you see, I have a brother named Fang and a sister named Nudge. I guess that's why I talk a lot sometimes. I get it from her. We call it the Nudge Channel, but it's weird. Fang hardly ever talks. It's difficult to get more than a one-word answer out of him sometimes, but he seems like your type. Even though I don't know you or anything, he just seems like it to me. You two would be so cute together. Wow, I sound like Nudge now.." And he just kept going on and on.

I let him keep talking. I figured the more I knew about him, the more I could possibly trust him. Also, the more he talked, the less I had to.

So what did you guys think? I bet you thought that the 'strong arms' were Fang. Am I right? NOPE! sorry to dissappoint you! But don't worry!! You'll see what happens because of the fact that is was Iggy and not Fang...HEEHEE!!! And no, I don't mean Max/Iggy..that's just weird..I'm sorry..but it just doesn't work for me.........nope. FAX ALL THE WAY!!! HAH! sorry... REVIEW TIME!!! PLEASE AND THANK YOU!!! REviews= happy writer Happy writer= better story!! your choice i guess!!