Hi! Thank you for all your reviews and favorites and alerts! I appreciate every single one of them! And just to clear the air, this is not a Max and Jacob story, they are just the main characters from each book. It's totally Mang or Fax (whichever)

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Gazzy jumped onto the rock and nearly pushed me off in an effort to look. His eyes widened so much I thought they'd drop out of his face, "That's gross!" So much for tact. Fang jerked his hand back and looked at it.

"That adds to the old Fang charm," he muttered, gruffly extending his wing. I shoved the wire in his jacket pocket then led his wing to the water and that's when Nudge came over.

"Oh geez Fang! That looks terrible! You're going to have to start wearing gloves or something. Maybe some base, I hear Avon has people that walk around just selling make-up."

"I don't wear make-up," he said, shuddering slightly as a breeze picked up and his wing hit the water.

"Aww, come on. Just a little eyeliner and you'd have the perfect I-don't-care façade," I joked, massaging away the wire. He grunted and his wing jerked quickly, splashing water at me. "Hey! I'm trying to help here!"

"You remind me of a mother hen," Angel said, clutching Celeste to her chest and staring down at Fang. Huh, apparently we were thinking on the same wavelength. Wait… don't you say nuthin.

I continued to scrub at his wing and noticed that it felt unreasonably soft. Like a baby's down, like Angel's used to feel like.

The wire came off, yet I couldn't seem to take my hands off his wing. And it had nothing to do with the glue. They were just so soft! Wait…

I jerked my hands off his wing and he slowly retracted it out of the water. I turned to look at Fang, afraid of what his expression would be. He just stared at me, his face smooth and calm.

"Never had a wing massage," he muttered, offering only a quick grin to assure me. Then the grin disappeared and he clenched his eyes closed.

"Nerve endings heckling you again?" I asked, watching as he struggled to stand. Ever movement seemed to send a spasm through his body. Then, an incredibly harsh spasm flew threw his body and his knees buckled. Needless to say, London Fang is falling down.

He collapsed on the rock, then he bit his lip and clenched his eyes closed. His body arched and took a deep, shuddery breath. I bent to help him, then noticed the houses perched on the side of the lake. I cursed and stooped down to pick up my half of Fang. His wings tensed sharply and I could picture the little kids in those houses.

'Look Momma, there's a bunch of big birds over there… and they're wearing pants!'

Oh yeah, someone was going to have a heck of a lot to talk about if we didn't get back in the trees.

"Iggy! Grab Fang, we gotta get him in the trees!" The pyro grabbed his half and ran to the trees, ignoring Fang's protesting body language. We finally made it a good way into the woods and found a small clearing before we sat down Fang.

If I thought he looked like a head case before, then wow.

The Fangster was twitching uncontrollably, even his wings jumped. Iggy frowned as he gently touched the twitchy mass on the ground.

"Is he having a seizure?" Nudge gasped, putting a hand in front of her mouth as she stared down at him. I opened my mouth to say no, but hey. For all I know he could be. What would I know about a seizure?

"He's still hurting," Angel said, her eyes pained as she crouched next to him and ran a hand softly over his hair; just as he'd done so many times before to her. "He can't think straight and when you moved him, it made everything hurt, like he was on fire."

"Does he need more water?" the Gasman asked, peering over his sister's shoulder at Fang.

"I don't quite think that's what he meant," Iggy answered.

"But how would we know? Maybe all he does need is a little water," I shrugged as I threw my suggestion in. Suddenly the wind changed, making the limbs on the cedars creak slightly and carrying with it a terrible smell. Iggy looked fit to retch and I scrunched up my nose.

"Take off," I hissed, glancing sharply at Nudge, Angel, and Gazzy. They looked at my in confusion, then all I could feel were gruff hands on my arm and my vision was filled with the growling snout of an Eraser.

"Why don't you?" it hissed sarcastically.

"Why don't you?" I snapped back, trying to avoid the rock protruding in my back. He bent closer and I banged my head up in his nose, sending him back with a howl and a hand on his snout. "Everyone always said my hard head would never come in handy!"

Quickly I glanced up to see Angel, Nudge, and Gazzy flying above us. Three Erasers were holding down Iggy, but he was putting up a ruckus. Around me, it almost seemed like anthills of Erasers were charging at the three of us.

Wait… three…

I glanced around wildly for Fang, having to roundhouse kick an Eraser in the face so I could see past his ugly form. I had to punch another just so I wouldn't scream out loud in anger.

Ari had his clawed hand grasped around the front of Fang's jacket, holding him close enough to snarl in his face. Fang finally opened his eyes, then reached in his pocket and stabbed the Eraser in the arm with the metal I'd pushed in his pocket.

That's our Fang.

Ari let out a howl of pain then threw the boy in his grasp to the ground, kicking up his leg then bringing his heel down on his stomach.

Oh God I wanted to kill Ari.

I would've too, if it weren't for the dozens of Erasers that descended on me at that moment. They grasped my arms and pinned me to the ground, I only just managed to force my face out of the ground.

"It takes twelve of you for handle one of me?" I spat at them, only getting a kick in the shin for my efforts. It was suddenly disturbingly silent in the meadow, so silent I could hear Fang's labored breathing.

Hm, I think this has happened before. But why did it have to be Fang? Again?

The Eraser reached down and grabbed Fang's clenched hand, examining it quickly. A smile cracked his dog snout and he threw the hand, palm-down, on the sand and ground it in with his heel.

"I see you were the bird we caught with our trap," he supplied sweetly. Fang let out a strangled yelp, and it cut down into my heart. It must've hurt badly for him to actually complain, let alone yelp. The boy then followed with a snarl and grasped the ankle on his hand. Quickly and simultaneously, he tugged and pushed. In result Ari's leg seemed to capsize at the loss of balance and he fell with a huff to the ground.

It looked like Fang meant to roll away, but he swayed on the ground then rolled back to where he was. Ari whipped his head around and snarled at the prone body beside him.

"Hey Ari!" I shouted, trying to distract him. It worked and he turned to look at me. "What do you mean trap?"

"You don't think fences just grow out of the ground, do you?" he snorted, slowly turning to face Fang with a sadistic gleam in his eyes.

I rolled my eyes, "No, I figured someone built it."

"I hope you enjoyed the glue," he snickered, standing up with wicked slowness. "I think you didn't get a good enough taste of it the first time. Made out of a mixture of sap some other crap," he said proudly. Then, faster than I could watch he whipped down and grasped Fang's shirt again.

"I liked it fine the first time I met it," Fang hissed. "In fact, you should've been there. I was so in the mood for a hug."

"Bet you were," Ari snorted and walked to the side of the meadow with Fang dragging after him. He gave a shudder and then did the only thing he could do; bite him.

Ha. Fang, biting people. Ha.

The Eraser snatched his hand away and cursed. Then he grabbed Fang's hand and clenched it so his claws were digging into the trench.

I only just managed to drown out Fang's hurt cries by humming a tuneless song in my head. "I don't think you met it well enough. Maybe you should chomp down on one of those wires!" Ari spat down at him, still clenching the hand. A light of inspiration lit up Ari's face and he glanced behind him with a smile. Blood now fell down in small rivers from Fang's hand, but the cries were gone. Instead he was crumpled up at Ari's feet, his wing's over his head and his own blood dripping down on him. I swallowed and almost wished for the cries back, not the pathetic ball of- well Fang, before me.

Bucking wildly, I began to screech like a rabid dog. "Get off of me, you frikkin' mutts! Face me like men, or are you all terrier now?" I was about ready to use some of the more colorful words I'd learned of late, before a kick hit me in the side. Another followed it, then another, then another. After the first one, though, I hardly felt them. A veil of rage had covered and dulled down everything but the death warrant on Ari's head. I continued to buck and kick madly, trying to weasel out from under the Erasers. Ari turned to glare at me.

"Can't you keep her quiet? There is a community around here and I'd rather not have cops out here," then he gave a monstrous smirk. "Let's bring her to watch." The ground disappeared and a couple Erasers hoisted me up, each keeping an iron grip on their piece of Max.

Hey, hey, hey, better not get handsy.

"I don't want to watch! Let Fang go and just let me kick my foot through your teeth!" I shouted at him. He just shrugged as if to say 'you're loss', then made Fang stand up. His face was pale and it looked sweaty. He kind of looked dead-on-his-feet. Then Ari twisted his arm at a painful angle behind his back and took his nails out of the cut.

"I'd rather not, I'm having too much fun," he said with a grin. Quickly he gave a push to Fang and they marched through the undergrowth. I followed on my carpet of Eraser and I could hear another crash behind me that could only be Iggy's ride.

I knew the electricity was out, but could the different sides have different generators? I really didn't want to think about it, so I was glad to be distracted by voices up ahead that I'd never heard before. Either that was really good, or really bad.

Obviously I was aiming for really good. For Fang's sake more than mine.

"Geez! This crap's sticky! I just brushed up against it and thing got- OW!"

"There you go." The girl's voice said to the younger boy's. They sounded almost identical.

"Would you two quit!" a new voice snapped. "We need to figure out why this stuff's here!"

"Fine, oh fearless leader," the girl said sarcastically. There was a growl that I could only imagine coming from the newer, matured, boy's.

"Do you smell that?" the younger voice said, and I could practically hear the scowl in his voice. "It smells like fried people." The trees cleared enough so I could see who was there.

There were three, dark skinned and huge people. And by huge, I mean huge. The older boy and girl's faces froze in their sneers for a moment before they broke and turned to stare at us. Ari, who had stopped before we exited the trees, now cursed.

The older man narrowed his eyes. "Who's there? I saw you in there." The girl quivered sporadically and the younger boy put a placating hand on her shoulder. Ari turned and with a silent nod, waves of Erasers poured out of the trees and headed for the three. The older boy's face spaced as he saw the half-dog creatures swarming at him, but who could blame him?

Then he smiled.

"They kind of look like us!" the younger one said, his face twisting in confusion. The Erasers let out a growl that vibrated through them. Like them? What were they, knock-off Erasers? Maybe they were run-aways, like us.

"Seth! I really don't think those things are natural," the girl spat, holding her ground and even going so far as to bare her teeth at them. Oh, how right she was. They were 'bout as natural as a Brooklyn hot dog. The older boy took a step out in front of her and faced down the pack.

"Who are you?"

He got a growl in response. Wow, those things aren't the friendliest of things. "We're your death!" Ari spat through his cover of the trees. All three of the teens turned to stare at him, even though I'm sure he must've been hiding.

"Whatever," the older one spat. He backed up till he had his back to the fence, and that was when I noticed the string and jogging pants tied around his ankle. The other two (who were vibrating like Fang had been after being electrocuted) followed suit, separating a good distance. Then they jumped, arching their backs.

Then they exploded.

Okay, I know the Twilight characters haven't been in there very much yet, but they will be! Next chappy! Thanks for sticking with me! :D