What's up readers? Hope you guys are enjoying the story. I'm surprised at all the reviews. Anyway, I hope you like this chapter. I wrote it in Art while I was taking video notes, so sorry if the chapter sounds a little off. Well, here it is! The twelfth chapter of "Maximum Ride: Trust". I hope y'all like it.

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"He's what!?" I repeated—quite loudly—standing on the pull-out mattress I was lying on earlier.

Kat looked at me, fear flashing crazily in her dark eyes, her breathing becoming heavy and her lower lip quivering as she immediately jumped out of bed.

"We have to go help him! Miles is fighting for his life all by himself! He's going to get killed!" Kat screamed in apprehension. She ran for the door as quickly as possible, swinging it open fiercely, making it look like it was about to fly off its hinges.

"Kat! Wait up!" Nudge cried, pushing her blankets off of her body and dashing after Kat.

I stood on the mattress, still in shock at what Kat was screaming about. How could Miles die? Who could be threatening him? Unless, Ari and his team of Erasers were back and Ari was getting his revenge on Miles.

My body jumped and my heart felt like it just leapt into my throat when I heard a loud bang, as if someone just threw someone else into a wall.

What the hell?

"MAX!!!"

Miles!?!

At that moment, I rushed out of my room as quickly as possible, my bare feet slamming roughly against the wooden floorboard. I wonder if Jane awoke from all the noise. Crap! If Ari and his Erasers are here, how were we going to explain all of this to her?

Perfect. Just perfect.

Running through the—what felt like endless—hallway, I heard another alarming bang followed by a terrifying crash. Something must've broke. My guess, something made of glass. Hopefully nothing Jane held extremely close to.

Just as I was about to kick my speed up a notch, I was stopped by a bedroom door opening right in my face.

Falling on my ass, I clasped my hands against my nose as small drops of blood started leaking out.

Ow!

"Are you okay?"

I looked up at Fang's dark, concerned eyes. He was hovering about me, watching as the blood coming out of my nose slowly came to a stop.

"I think I'll live," I told him, rising to my feet with my right hand still placed gently on my nose.

Another loud bang was heard throughout the house, making both Fang and I jump in fright.

I turned to Fang. "Miles is in trouble," I told him.

I was surprised when his eyes widened in shock, figuring he was probably just going to roll his eyes and head back to bed.

"What?" his face showed panic.

"Kat said she heard someone threatening him and that he was fighting for his life. She said he was going to die and I just heard him screaming out my name like he was in excruciating pain and a bunch of bangs and crashes were heard too!" I cried, my words soaking with tremor and agitation.

One more bang was heard, along with an agonizing cry. My heart was pumping furiously while I felt my eyes beginning to soak with my tears.

"Come on." Fang pulled at my arm. My legs moved but it felt like I wasn't moving. My lower lip trembled and my whole body felt extremely frigid and cold it wasn't even funny. I was scared. Scared out of my mind. What if Miles really was going to die? Like what Kat said. No! He can't! He just can't die!

"Max!"

My watery, brown eyes looked up at Fang. His olive-skinned face looked serious, but both calm and maybe even a little bit scared.

"Nothing's going to happen to Miles, Max," he said. "He's fine. He's not going to die. I promise."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Was this the same Fang who always glared at Miles as if he were about to charge after him and rip his throat out? But now, here he was, promising me that he wasn't going to let Miles die.

Fang turned his head back after giving me a comforting look for about a couple of seconds. His body turned left as we ran down the stairs. I couldn't take my eyes off of Fang. What he just said sounded so solemn and serious. Like he really meant it. And the look in his eyes. Even though you couldn't really see it, I could tell that Fang was scared out of his mind inside.

Another band was heard followed by an even louder crash. Miles' scream was heard once more, followed by a low sputter that I couldn't really understand.

I felt Fang's hand grip my arm tighter, his teeth gritting and his eyes narrowing into small slits. He looked so mad and terrified at the same time. And I swear I could hear a low growl escape from his throat.

He is, I thought as we reached the bottom of the stairs. Fang is scared. He's scared for Miles. He's afraid he's going to die also. But, why? I thought him and Miles were enemies.

Didn't Fang also say that he and Miles were friends also, Max?

I thought back at the moment when I was asking Fang about his grudge against him and Miles. He did say that he and Miles were enemies, but also friends. Was Fang concerned for Miles because he still sees him as a friend?

"Miles!"

My mind snapped back to reality as I looked up at Fang. He was breathing heavy and the look on his face was completely terrified, his eyes burning intensely with great anger as his fist began to clench and unclench.

I looked at where he was looking at, a horrified gasp rising from my throat as I covered my mouth with my hands. My eyes grew completely wide at the scene I was looking at. A bloodthirsty, full-grown Eraser was holding on to Kat and Nudge in one arm with Gasman and Angel lying unconscious underneath their feet and Mini and Dash grasped in the other arm, the Erasers hairy paws covering their mouths.

Iggy and Conner were knocked unconscious also on the other side, blood trickling from Iggy's forehead while a black eye was shown on Conner's face.

"What. Have. You. Done!" Fang sneered, his teeth gritted as he stared at the full-grown Eraser in front of us.

The Eraser cackled, it's piercing fangs smothered in blood along with its knuckles and penetrating claws. I felt like I was going to die when I figured out whose blood that belonged to.

"Miles."

I looked down, watching a weak, torn up Miles crawling towards us, his arm reaching out as best as he could. The look in his eyes showed that it even hurt to talk, let alone lift his arm, which was soaked in blood from the open gash on his shoulder.

I gasped, choking out his name like it hurt to say it. He looked completely awful. The front of his shirt was torn, exposing his lean chest, which looked like it was scraped a hundred times with a cheese grader. Blood soaked both his arm and his sleeve, the dark liquid making it look like his sleeve just got splashed with water.

His face also looked pretty bad. A black eye, which was beaten 'til it was swollen shut. Blood gushed from his nose and his mouth and his black, spiky hair was completely messed up from both sweat and being beaten.

"Oh, Miles," I whispered.

The Eraser in front of us cackled sinisterly, wiping the blood off their mouth with their hairy, muscular arm. "You're little friend here put up a great fight. A great fight indeed."

The Eraser turned to the other Eraser that was holding down the younger kids and smirked, their long, dripping fangs showing. "And your other little friends put up a wonderful fight also. Too bad it didn't last as long as we hoped." The older Eraser laughed evilly, looking down at Miles. "Especially this one."

Miles then got kicked roughly out of the Eraser's way, screaming in pain as he clenched his ribcage.

"Miles!" Mini screamed, her mouth managing to break free from the Erasers claws.

Suddenly she got thrown up against the wall hard, blood dripping from her mouth.

"Shut up you worthless maggot!" the second Eraser yelled.

"Mini!" Miles yelled, wincing in pain as he tried to lift himself up.

"Miles! Please," I said, running to his side. "You're in extremely bad condition. You shouldn't even be moving."

"No," Miles coughed, spitting up more blood. "I'm fine." He lifted himself up with all the strength he had in him, which even he had to admit, wasn't that much. "It's just a couple of scratches."

Fang looked down at Miles. He looked completely angry. More angry then I've ever seen him in my entire life. But he wasn't just angry. By the trembling of his balled up fist, he was also scared.

Suddenly, Fang managed to give Miles a smile—well, more like a smirk—and a small chuckle.

"You look like crap, Miles," he told him.

Miles spit up more blood, looking up at Fang and giving him a similar smirk. "Beats looking like sh-t," he mocked.

Fang's eyes then narrowed into slits as he gave Miles a dark glare. Miles smirked once more and then turned his attention back to me.

"I'm sorry, Max," he said softly, holding onto my shoulders for support. "I tried my best, but I just couldn't save the guys."

I gave Miles a warm smile. "That's okay. You did your best."

Miles smiled back.

"Alright, enough with the mushiness," the big Eraser growled, stepping forward towards us, glaring at Fang and I. "Let's see what you two got."

Fang and I both glared at the Eraser, clenching our fist and standing in a position, ready to fight until we heard something that made our confidence and determination drop to nothing.

"Oh, my God!"

We both turned to see a shocked Jesse standing behind us at the end of the stairs.

"What the hell is going on?!" she screamed.

Oh great. Could this day get any worse!

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Well, that's the end of that chapter. Sorry if this story sounded a little off. Like I said, the first part was written in my Art class and the rest of this chapter was written while I was watching TV. I hate getting easily distracted. Oh, well. Anyway, don't forget to review! Peace out!