First new chapter! I'm excited. No clue where it's going to go from here, but why not take a stab at it?

Disclaimer for everything that follows:

I do not own anything that follows or the right to the plot of Maximum Ride, nor the lives/deaths of the characters mentioned in Maximum Ride. Okay, onwards.

The following night, the flock "convinced" me to rent a hotel room or two. They were all tired of sleeping in Mom's hospital room. To tell you the truth, I was a little tired of it too. But this was my mom; I wasn't going to willingly leave her side. It took hours of begging and pleading (and probably a little bit of mind control) to finally get me to agree.

We were set. 2 rooms, both with wide windows overlooking the ocean. Scenic, and easy to escape out of in a moment's notice. The escaping aspect was just an added little bonus, though.

At around 10 o'clock, I practically forced the younger kids into bed. They protested like crazy, only to be asleep within minutes anyways. Figures. Fang and I decided to go for a fly, so we left Iggy in charge.

About an hour later, we crawled back through the window in the girls' room and said goodnight. Just as I turned to change, he grabbed my hand. His eyes were soft.

"What was up with you this morning, in your mom's room?"

"It was just a nightmare. Nothing big."

"Max," He whispered, his thumb caressing my palm, "You can tell me anything. You know that."

With a sigh, I told him about my nightmare. The funeral, seeing the twin, the twin turning out to be Fang. The only part I purposely left out was the end. He didn't really need to know something that personal. Even if it concerned him…

By the time I finished, his face was a little paler. "Well," He started, giving my hand a small squeeze, "I'm not dead. I'm quite content being here with you." I smiled ruefully, and he kissed me sweetly.

"Goodnight, Max."

"Night," I whispered back, slowly crawling under the covers of the bed Angel and I were sharing.

~During the night~

We're driving. Just Fang and I. The radio was turned all the way up, playing a song I fail to recognize. We stop at a red light, and he drums his fingers on the steering wheel.

"Oh, oh, oh," He sings.

"You know this song?"

"Who doesn't?" He asks as the light turns green. Suddenly, he veers right and I'm thrown against my seat.

"Did you see that?"

I make a choking sound, what with the seatbelt basically embedded in my throat, "No. What was it?"

"It looked like Lissa. She was hovering just above us. Max, she had silver wings!" He shouted, hastily removing his seatbelt. The next few events happened just a bit too fast.

A car came barreling down the road to the left of us. The windows were tinted, and the driver was crazy. His car hit ours with such a force that both Fang and I were forced the opposite direction. I was fine, but I knew Fang wasn't the minute I heard his neck snap.

The crazy driver stepped out of his car, and for the first time he was visible. I cried out at the site of him, the bloodlust in his tortoise shell colored, Eraser eyes.

"Sam!"

"Max! How nice to see you. Too bad about your friend."

"You bastard!" I finally yelled, charging at him. I swung a fist at his face; where I should have hit flesh, I hit air. I didn't miss; my hand had gone right though him! He smiled and pulled both of my arms behind my back.

"Don't you see Max," He sneered, pushing my head against the hood of the car, "This is your fault. You could have avoided the death of a friend. A lover." He forced my head to the window, my eyes to see the condition Fang was in. His head lolled onto the passenger seat, his body was close to the gear shift. Blood drained from his mouth.

Sam placed his hand on my neck, squeezing, "Now, Max, it's your turn. You can't win. You're going to hell where you belong." The light started to fade and…

I jolted upright, covered in a cold sweat. Running to the bathroom, I emptied the contents of my stomach. When I finally stopped convulsing, I numbly found my way to the boys' room. I wasn't a murder. My best friend was still alive. Or, at least I hoped so.

Phew. I was crying a little as I was typing. My mom says 'Erasified' is not a word. But how else do you describe the process of turning a human into an eraser? God that sounded crazy. Review? (If it tell you I updated. Grrr)

~Faxisthegreatest123~