Max POV

The smoothies were great and all. But I was still distracted, something was wrong. Not just with Fang, not just with wanting to be normal and all. But there was something else, it was in the air. I thought back to the time in Florida or something, when I had been kidnapped. Not exactly the best memory I have.

"Okay, everyone, I'm going to get some sleep, I'm beat." I told everyone.

They all looked at me like I was crazy, and maybe I am. I never, and I literally mean never, admit to being tired. So this would be something new to them. I'm thinking about doing an honesty session at least once a week. Except, the kids would hate me for doing that to them. We were a family, and we needed to learn how to trust each other without some stupid trust exercises. In fact, those things make me trust people even less. Not that I trust people easily anyways.

"Good night." They all chimed together. Except for Fang, of course. He didn't even acknowledge that anyways.

Have I ever told you how much I hate nightmares? Probably not, since I'm always playing tough girl.

I looked at my family. Angel, Gazzy, Nudge and Iggy were all lying on the floor, dead. Blood spilling all over the floor. I could hear foot steps behind me, but I didn't care. What was the point in living if everyone was dead. I'm sure Fang was lying around here somewhere.

"looking for me?" I knew that voice. I turned around, looking into the eyes of my best friend. My old best friend. Who just happened to be holding a gun, finger on the trigger, ready to pull.

Fang had killed everyone.

I bolted awake, sweat drenching my hair. Fortunately, no one else had woken up. Angel was next to me, still sleeping silently. She tossed, murmuring something about cookies. She was taking after me. Nudge, had a giddy smile on her face. For once, she was silent.

I found myself walking into the kitchen. There was the forest outside, so dark and somewhat welcoming. Maybe I could just go out for a fly for awhile. Nothing should happen while I was gone. Iggy was taking watch in the boys room. If I was really quiet, I should be able to get past him before anyone got to me.

But before I was too far away, I heard a familiar flap of wings. I couldn't help it, I just thought back to my dream, and I started beating my wings harder and harder. Why wasn't my super speed working right now? Come on, I needed it right now. He was gaining on me, and quickly.

"Max!" Fang shouted. I couldn't help but flying away. I mean, wouldn't you be running if you saw the guy that killed your whole family in your dream? Best friend or not.

His wing brushed mine, his way of trying to calm me down. But that wasn't going to happen all that easily. He grabbed my leg and drew in his wings. I dropped like a ball along with him, I braced for impact with ground. I landed with my breath being knocked out of me, since I landed on my stomach.

"Get away from me!" I screamed at him, in his face.

"I'm sorry." He said, probably thinking it was about our fight earlier. I wasn't even thinking about that right now.

"Just go." I screamed again.

He was speechless, for the second time this week.

"What's wrong?" He asked, his voice filled with worry.

I looked at him, remembering the dream. He realized that I was kind of scared of him right now. He had no idea why though.

"What happened?" He asked.

But I was off running. Of course, he took off after me. What about 'get away from me' didn't he understand. I mean, I realize he didn't have the best quality of education, but still. He does speak English, some at least. He does tend to have a lack of vocabulary sometimes. I drew my wings in, giving myself less pressure against the wind so I could run faster. And with my luck, he was catching up to me again.

His fingers grazed my jacket. I halted, making him almost run into me. But he regained himself before he did. I sent a kick to his stomach, but he grabbed my leg, causing me to fall to the ground. Not the most graceful thing I've ever done. And trust me, I live on graceful things. Total sarcasm there, hoped you spotted that.

"Let go." I said in a warning tone.

"Not before you tell me why you're so freaked out." He bargained.

"You don't want to know." I cautioned him.

"Try me." He said, dropping to his knees so he was kneeling by me. I tried getting up, but he stopped me, pinning me down by my shoulders. I struggled even harder. He rolled me onto my stomach and pinned my hands behind my back.

"I'm not telling you." I told him.

"Okay, well we're not leaving until you tell me." He said.

I was silent, and he twisted my arm. "This is exactly why I'm not telling you." I muttered.

"Wait, you had a nightmare, didn't you?" He guess.

My silence told him. He rolled me back, but still held me down. I refused to look at him.

"What was it?" He asked.

"Like I said, you don't want to know."

"Like I said, try me."

He put his knee on my stomach, making me flinch. "Tell me."

"Nope." I said, popping the p. He put more pressure on it, and I restrained a scream, that's where I'd been multiply punched and kicked by Omega. Fang soon realized it, and took his knee.

"Why are you doing that, Fang?" I asked.

"Sorry, I just need to know what's wrong with you."

"But still, this is why I'm freaked out."

Comprehension dawned on him.

"Did someone kill our family in your dream?" He asked.

"Yeah." I confessed.

"Was it me?" He asked, cautiously. I'd warned him, but no, he never listens to me.

He didn't let go, but he let off a little on all the pressure.

"I'd never do that." He reassured me.