Sorry for not updating! I've been really super busy every single day since, like, August, and haven't gotten around to it. Well, here's the second chapter! Hope you like it! By the way, just a refresher, this is post-MAX, and I'm thinking about adding a little of the sixth book in there. Maybe.

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"Fang! Don't! Just—Just wait, okay? I have to—they need me—" I couldn't get the words out.

"Promise. Promise me they won't hurt you." His eyes were full of hate. I knew that it had killed him inside, that first time. But they kept calling me back, and I had to go. If I didn't they wouldn't keep their promise.

"Listen, I—I won't let anything happen to her, okay?" His words reassured me.

"Even though you don't love me anymore, I still love you." Fang whispered before he took off.

My heart ripped to pieces.

"Fang—" But it was too late. He was gone, maybe forever.

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-Iggy POV-

This was the worst I'd ever felt. Sure, it'd sucked when I found my parents, but they wanted the fame, not me. But with Max gone, it was silent all the time. It was a thousand times worse than my phony parents.

And now the incident with Fang. Cutting himself? What had he been thinking? Did he think that we no longer needed him? He'd been Max's second-in-command. Now he was our leader, and we needed him more than ever.

He was always in his room, always crying himself to sleep when he thought we couldn't hear. But the new silence ensured that everything was heard.

We were all slowly breaking apart, and it was obvious. At school, people were avoiding us. There were rumors that our 'sister' had killed herself, or had been murdered by some guy hat had followed us here.

Fang didn't even go to school anymore. He left with us in the mornings to keep up the pretense for Dr. M, and came back when we did. But, since his 'accident' he didn't have to worry about it.

"Iggy? Are you okay?" Ella asked me on the bus. We'd been riding the bus so Dr. M wouldn't have to worry about taking us. We all liked it better this way.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I just—" I sighed, but smiled.

"Just what?" Nudge asked, voice coming up from over the seat in front of us.

"Nothing. I'm fine, seriously." I insisted.

In a weird way, I was fine. Somehow, Fang being stuck at home and in bed made me worry less.

As the bus stopped at the school, a murmur went through it.

"Who's that?" some guy whispered behind me. Another guy wolf-whistled.

"What's going on?"I demanded.

"Some new girl." Nudge whispered. "She's really tall, with super short black hair, red tips, black skinny jeans, and a really tight shirt. That's disgusting." I could practically hear her rolling her eyes. She mumbled something about wanting red tips, even though the girl's shirt was too tight.

"She sounds…amazing." I whispered.

Ella and Nudge both punched my arm. "Ow." I mumbled, putting the details of the girl together, not even caring that they'd punched me.

"Down boy. She's taken." A voice said behind me.

"How do you know?" Ella asked, tone practically snooty.

"She's my cousin. Her name is Sarah. And her boyfriend lives in Nevada, and his name is Nick." I almost laughed. Nick. That was Fang's cover name.

"By the way, my name's Robert. We just moved here last week."

"Uh….huh. And why didn't she ride the bus?" Nudge asked.

"I dunno. Didn't want to, I guess." He was silent for a moment, and I got impatient.

"Damn. You two are tall." He said, probably meaning me and Nudge.

"Yeah, well, we get that a lot." I snapped. I didn't like this guy. He sounded too…cocky.

"So is Sarah. If she weren't my cousin, I'd say you guys were related." That sentence was…odd.

"What do you mean by that?" I asked slowly.

"Well, she kinda just showed up about a week and a half ago. My mom let her in. After all, she and Uncle Mo are brother and sister." He seemed to be questioning the story himself, but let it drop.

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All day, I really wanted to see the new girl, and had people continually describe her for me. No matter who described her, one thing kept coming up, and that was that she was constantly wearing these Aviator sunglasses. I thought it was cool, but most people thought it was odd.

And on the bus that afternoon, she sat right in front of me and Nudge.

I was itching to talk to her, hoping she could bring some normalcy to my sucky life, and then nudge gasped.

"Your eyes, they—they look just like my sister's did!" she said, pain obvious in her voice.

"Oh really? What's her name?" the girl asked. Her voice sounded familiar, like someone I used to know…

In fact, it sounded kinda like Max's voice.

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Hope you liked it! Reviews are always amazing, and tell me what you think of all of it so far!