A/N: Ok, so like, amazing news I'm so excited guys! I got approved for my double major (I'll be getting a technical services assistant AND a children's services associate degree!) and I finished first semester with a 4.0 :) And by the way if anyone has seen JP's newest challenge: write a fanfiction of the final chapter of the Maximum Ride series which I totally want to do…but guess what my luck is, I turned 19 on February 6th….one of the requirements was to be 18 on the 7th…I cried…but at least I still have FF… love ya guys you make me smile and have really helped me to believe that I can write besides journal entries :)

Disclaimer: I'm not James Patterson…merely a gigantic humongous enormous fan…

Chapter Twelve: Bring It

Dylan POV

The barrel of the pistol was hot in my hand after firing the two shots into him, his blood ran onto the ground in a peaceful, successful, meaningful way.

I did it.

I did it. She's mine. Mine forever. My Max…everything I've ever done I've done for you I promise, I swear.

"YOU MONSTER! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!" Max's cold, shrill shrieks filled the air like an unwelcome disease, taking me completely by surprise.

"Max, I did this for you, for us, we needed him out. We needed him out of the picture so it could be just you and me. No one else."

Max ignored me and stifled tears as she hoisted a now unconscious Fang up onto her lap. I could barely make out her words:

"Please don't go, Fang. Please, please, please Fang."

My heart stopped. After everything that we've been through, after everything I just did, just for her she still turns to him.

"I. Will. END. YOU." Max's stiff words fell out of her mouth with ease, meaning, promise.

What had I done?

Max POV

What's the truth? Oh my God. In all this commotion the only thing I'm still thinking about is what Fang didn't have the time to say. He was out now, his face expressionless and his body unresponsive. The wounds were deep and the longer I sat here with him the more blood he was losing.

The same blood that ran through me.

I looked up to Dylan with all the rage in the world pulsating through me, enough hatred and pain to take down a whole armada…let alone one person.

"I. Will. END. YOU." The words fell out of my mouth like they were meant to be; I didn't even think about saying them, I didn't waste my time with over exaggerated threats like I usually do. This was personal now. This was Fang.

Dylan's bravado evaporated immediately on my first twitch. I laid Fang down gently on the earth and stood over him expectantly.

Piercing my eyes and all my hatred into Dylan I took him straight on.

"Bring it, Dylan. You really want me? You want alllll this? Come and get it. Try to kick my ass, because it's personal now you mindless punk. Did you really think this was going to get us together? Huh? How stupid could you really be?"

The veins in Dylan's forehead were throbbing out of control, his face not a red shade, more like a reddish-purple hue.

He stared at me for about .2 seconds…

Then…

He dropped the gun.

"You worthless coward. At least Fang would've fought me." I spat out my finishing phrase and launched myself toward Dylan.

Midway through the air I felt my wings extend and catch the breeze, hovering for just an inkling of a second before landing my elbow down as hard as I could into Dylan's collar bone with a satisfying crunch as a hundred pieces of bone shattered into his skin.

He screamed.

I screeched and whaled an iron fist into his jaw, twisting at the last possible second to deliver a roundhouse kick in the same area to finish the job. His lower jaw was obliterated. Purple, puffy, and bleeding he stood before me and slowly raised his hands.

Hung his head.

And dropped to his knees.

"Max, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." His sobs were muffled by his mangled jaw, but I could make out what he was saying very clear.

I've been called many things, but gullible isn't one of them.

I reached down and grabbed the collar of his shirt, yanking him upwards with such a brute force on his collarbone from twisting the shirt that he let out a pained yowl.

"Prove it." I grind my words into him like never before. You say you're sorry? Prove it buster.

His bright eyes widened and grew panicked.

"Max, MAX! LOOK OUT!"

I whipped my head around just in time to see a copter with men in black suits aiming tranquilizer guns right at us.

Before I was even able to drop Dylan and make a run for Fang something stung my neck like a small bee. Reaching up I pulled a 2 inch long needle out of my neck accompanied by a small prick from the hinged needle at the end.

The needle was only half drained of its unnaturally colored neon orange liquid…but this was obviously just enough to take me.

My head grew extremely hot, as if I had a fever, followed by a shroud of blackness.

And I hit the ground.

Grunt POV

"She's down! The other two look manageable, but take them down anyways! Boss's orders!"

Finally, after all these years of hunting, we've finally got them.

Max fell to the ground in such an unexpected, but somehow still graceful way that it was amazing. I don't know how Boss was planning on retaining these mutants, but there was surely some way.

Iggy POV

The bacon and eggs popped in the skillet as I began fixing breakfast. Everyone was able to sleep in miraculously today. I have a theory that it has to do with the fact that we aren't all waiting up until the middle of the night for Max's sobs to be heard throughout the house. I hope Fang comes back just so she stops hurting so bad…and so I have someone I can have a serious conversation with cause we all know the Gasman is nowhere near mature enough to have serious conversations with, like politics. And really Dylan is just kinda, I don't know how to say this…blank?

"Ig?" Nudge's small voice interrupted my thoughts.

"Yeah, mornin' Nudge what's going on?"

"Uh, Dylan left last night…and he didn't come back, or at least I can't find him anywhere…and last night Fang and Max went out together….do you think they're ok?"

Uh-oh. We all knew how fond Dylan was of Fang and vice versa.

"I'm sure they're fine. It's Fang and Max for crying out loud." I said with a nervous laugh. "Go, uh, wake up Gazzy and Angel, 'kay?"

This was not going to end up being a good day.

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