CHAPTER FIVE

MAX'S P.O.V.

We head toawards the door, my hand in Fang's. Mmm... wow. He was so freakin' tasty. And if you tell anyone I said that, I will hunt you down.

Then I - being the drama queen I am - stomp up to the door and kick it down. Mwaaahhaaa. I was so badass.

Fang raised and eyebrow at me. I shrugged and walked forward. Ugh. A sticky hospital smell enters my nose, and bad, terrible memories come rushing back. Whatever. I consentrate on getting the hell out of here. Then - surprise, surprise! - a group of nasty looking Flyboys come trooping up to us. There was, i dunno, 30? But then again, it was a pretty big room. I look at Fang.

"Let's kick some ass." He smirks and nods. I step forward, and 2-finger beckon them. "Bring it."

The Flyboys advance and one tries to roundhouse kick me. I Matrix-dodge and return the favor. To his neck. I twirl around and punch two Flyboys in the stomach, then use the momentum to carry myself over to Fang. He hands me a crowbar. Daaaaammn, yeah. Using my heavy piece of sharp metal, I jump into a crowd of Flyboys and blindly swing it around. Thunk, thunk, thunk, go the robots heads. What a beautiful sound. Eventually, Fang and I had taken out about 25 of the Flyboys.

The remaining 5 said tonelessly "You cannot win." I rolled my eyes.

"Jeezum.. guys, we just took out like 90 of you. Do the freakin' math." I looked at Fang. "Plow," I mouthed. He seemed confused. I threw him the crowbar. "Plow," I repeated. He laughed. And ran fast, swinging the bar around, he hit back 4 Flyboys and I punched out the rest. Finally, one was left. I glanced at him, and almost fainted. Crap. He had a gun. One bullet and it was all over-

He shot the crowbar right out of Fang's hand. Then, in one excrutiatingly slow second, he shot the gun again. Fang stumbled and fell over. The Flyboy said "We have defeated you," and left the room, for some reason. But that didn't matter. I sprinted to Fang and grabbed his face.

"Fang!" I screamed. "Where were you hit?"

"I can't- I can't feel anything," he said weakly, but pointed to his stomach. I ripped open his shirt, and there was the bullet, but...

It wasen't in his stomach. It was floating maybe a quarter of an inch above his skin. Wha...?

Fang groaned. "Is it bad?"

"Fang.. no... it didn't even hit you.." I sputtered, confused. Then I heard footsteps behind me. I quickely turned around, and there stood...