So sorry it took so long to update! I was on vacation, and I didn't have any time to update! :( Sorry!

Here's the comments:

candygrrl- Haha, yeah, I'm not a huge fan of Mylan, either. But I am writing like JP would, and right now Mylan is in full force. :/ We'll see where this goes, though. ;)

Jessica Jay Jackson- Thanks! Since this is the last book of the series, I want it to be my best, no matter what. I'm putting a lot into this one! Glad you like it! :)

Shayna-18- Yeah, you're aloud to cry, haha. ;) I'm glad you like it! I know, the last chapter was sad. :( Poor Gazzy!

Xx-ThisSucks-xX- I know, right? I feel so bad for her! :(

Alright, here's the next chapter! Again, sorry it took so long. :(

Chapter 2:

Fang sat alone, sitting on the roof of an old house, his gang laughing and talking within the old walls, playing 'Truth or Dare' or something as stupid. He looked out at the night sky, the stars glistening against the dark night. The lonely moon sat in the middle of it all, a full moon, staring down at him. He glanced around the field, moving his eyes slowly, using his hawk vision to see if anyone was hiding amongst the shadows. The trees were perfect cover for them, the fields a perfect get away. Here, they could be alone for once. Here, they could be as loud as they wanted with no worries of being discovered. Here, Fang could hear himself think. It was peaceful.

For Fang, too peaceful.

Call it a Max moment, but sometimes, he wondered if anyone was following them. Like seriously stalking them. For years, he had been chased and experimented on, and then chased again after four years of living in solitude. Erasers had followed his every move. Flyboys had gone after them, kidnapping the flock while he and Max were away. M-Geeks had shot at them on their first real date in Hawaii. Gozen had kidnapped them while in Antarctica, not to mention the girl who turned out to be a spy. Every time he was at his comfort zone, they had found him, ruining it. Excuse him for being a little worried and overprotective of his surroundings.

Light footsteps came behind him, making him turn quickly. Behind him, Maya stood on the roof, her tan, white and brown wings folding neatly against her back. "Sorry," she said, pushing her hair out of her face, her magenta highlight blowing in the wind, the only real difference between her and her clone, Max. "It was getting a little wild down there. Thought I'd come up and say hey."

He shrugged, his heart silently beating faster as she sat next to him, her shoulder close to his. Though Maya and Max were two very different girls, Fang still found it difficult not to see Max when he looked at her. Every time she spoke, her husky voice reminded him of Max's. Every time she looked at him, Max flashed through his mind. And every time she smiled, her lips looking so soft and warm...

Fang snapped out of it, looking casually around the woods. He had just had an inner battle with himself, and she would never notice. Another difference between her and Max. Max had known him practically since birth, being raised in the cage right next to his. He had only known Maya for a short period of time, and one of those times when she was trying to kill them all, sending them over to Ari, Max's late half-brother and Jeb's son.

Anyway, when Max and him split up the first time, she had started to act not so betrayish. When he found out that she was still alive and had nothing going on... Well, he jumped at the chance. Which turned out to be one of the biggest mistakes of his life, seeing as how much she reminded him of Max. But it was too late; he had already done it. There was no turning back now.

"So, see any good criminals lately?" Maya asked lamely, crossing her legs and leaning back against her hands, looking out.

"Excuse me?" he asked, glancing at her, raising an eyebrow.

"I asked if you saw anyone out here," she clarified, nodding toward the woods surrounding them. "Criminals? Drug dealers? Who else would come out here in the middle of the night in the middle of nowhere?"

No one, he thought. Which was exactly why he picked the area. Drug dealers, he could handle. Serial killers, just give him a hammer, the issue would be over with. Plus, if they were to be attacked, they were far enough away to get any civilians involved or trying to call the cops on them. Something they needed to work on lately. "So far, nothing," he said, answering her question. "Just trees and owls, unless you call a robin that just crapped by my hand a criminal."

"Depends. Did it do it on purpose?" she asked, smirking at him. With Max's lips. Oh, gosh.

"I don't know. It was looking at me kind of funny before it did it. Personally, I think it had a grudge."

She laughed. "Well, then, I salute to you, bird!" she said, looking at the sky and giving a wide salute. "Thank you for doing something us humans would get in trouble for attempting!"

"Hey!" he exclaimed, pushing her arm playfully. "What did I ever do to you?"

"Oh, nothing," she said, her brown eyes bright. "But if that was the hand that had the bird poop on it, then you're dead meat, pal."

"I never even touched it," he said defensively, holding out his hands to prove it.

"No," she agreed, mischief clear in her eyes. She reached up and grabbed his hand in hers, something white and pasty covering their hands. "But now you did."

He looked at his hand in horror as she stood, running and jumping off the roof, flying away and giggling. "I'm going to kill you!" he growled, standing and unfurling his wings to catching up with her.

She laughed, her powerful wings flapping in the wind, so like Max's, yet so different. They played wing tag for a bit, laughing and having fun for what seemed like hours. In the middle of their game, Fang had flown down to the river, rinsing his hand before jumping up and splashing her with the cold liquid. It was a nice, carefree moment.

And -he couldn't believe it- he had fun.

Finally, they went back to the house, panting and laughing in pleasure. The flashlight that Ratchet carried in the house was off, so they assumed the gang was asleep. They landed on the roof, letting their wings extend a moment longer to cool off. "That was fun," Maya gasped, smiling wide.

Fang nodded, unable to hide his grin. It was just like him and Max used to be, except... More fun? "It was a good time," he agreed. "But you have bird poop in your hair now."

She slapped him playfully against the chest, then kept her hand there, hovering over his rapidly beating heart. Fang's hands reached for her waist, stepping tentively towards her. Maya placed her hands behind his head, wrapping them around his neck. They leaned toward each other, slowly, their lips centimeters apart...

Asylum by Disturbed snapped them out of the trance.

Fang pushed her away, his breath coming quickly, and this time not because of the exercise. He grabbed his cell phone from his pocket. "Hello?" he asked, his voice calm, steady.

"Fang?"

Fang's heart stopped. "Max?" he asked, seeing Maya's eyes widen in shock, then narrow. "What's up? Is everyone okay?"

"We're having Angel's funeral tomorrow, Fang," she said simply, not wasting any time. "Just thought you would want to know, in case you want to come or bring your group."

"Of course we'll come," he said, glancing around the woods, feeling the silence around him like a heavy weight. "What time?"

"Around one or two," she answered, oblivious to his rapidly beating heart, what just happened playing over in his mind excessively. "Thanks, Fang. It'll mean a lot to Gazzy, believe me. He's been taking this all horribly, as you could imagine. Ever since she- died." She choked on the last word, sounding extremely tired and warn out.

"It's okay, Max," he assured her through the phone, wishing that he could reach out to her and hold her, despite it all. "We'll be there at around twelve-thirty. Maybe help around a bit?"

"Thanks, Fang," she said, sighing sadly. Everything about her voice sounded tired, completely gone from this world. "Do you need anything, Max?" he asked softly, wanting her to say yes, to ask him to see her, open the door back into her heart, though he knew he didn't deserve it.

"No," she said, crushing his hopes. "Just bring yourselves. We're at the house I took you to after our first real kiss. You know the one." She hung up, leaving him with silence on the other end.

He shut the phone, staring at the glowing screen before it blinked off. Tomorrow they were going to Angel's funeral. He was going to see the flock again, if only for a few hours. He would see Max again.

And, along with her, Dylan.

He looked back at Maya, who was crossing her arms, looking at him expectantly. "Where are we going?" she asked, not in as good of a mood as before.

"Angel's funeral," he responded, putting the phone back in his pocket. He was confused, replaying what could have happened before the phone call in his head, though she would never know. "You better get some sleep," he said, his voice steady, confident. "I'll call you when it's around three."

She humphed, then turned, spreading her wings and jumping down to the ground, opening and shutting the door behind her. Fang stood there, looking once again out at the sky, alone in the universe. His mind was a battlefield, fighting between two girls, one whom he had spent forever with, and one who was trying to. He loved Max, had always loved her, but Maya was beginning to come in, giving him these feelings that he had only felt with Max. Felt only right with Max. But it was coming increasingly easier to have these feeling for Maya, too, and he didn't know why. He didn't understand what had caused the change.

Oh sure, he knew that Max was now Dylan's. He himself had given him permission. But really, a part of him wished that maybe Max didn't want Dylan. Maybe she would pick him instead, leaving Dylan to run off with Maya or someone else, so it would be Max and Fang again. How it was always meant to be.

But no. Everything got screwed up. And now, she liked Dylan, and he liked Maya.

Or did he?

Sitting down, he grabbed his laptop, opening it and turning it on, glancing around him once more. His wallpaper blinked on, a picture of both of the flocks -Max and his- staring at the camera, looking crazy. This was taken without his knowing in France, before the explosion. Max wasn't in it, but he had photo-shopped a picture of her in there, right in between Iggy and Nudge. Gosh, he missed her. He wanted to touch her, hold her hand, feel her lips under his again. She was so different from Maya, so strong. What was up with these mixed feelings? What was going on with him?

He pulled up the internet, deciding to check on his blog, post something before turning it off for the night. Though, what popped up made him stop, staring at the screen nervously, his heart skipping a beat.

A blog post he never wrote was staring at him in big, bold letters, telling everyone to read it. He looked at the comments, seeing that over eighty thousand had already commented, and even more had seen it. He looked back at the message, reading it slowly, letting it sink in.

To Fang:

You thought you were safe, Fangy?

Think again.

Someone is going to die.

And this time, it's for real.

It will hit harder than anything you have ever faced.

But what really got him was the signature. Who had written it. He shut the computer, but the words circled his brain, repeating themselves over and over:

Sincerely, Mom

P.S. She's not dead. Not really.

That's all for now! Hope you like it! :)