I am sooo glad to be writing again, so let's get right to it with Max's POV

"Our son," Fang and I say in unison.

"Son!" Angel spits, "That's not possible! Unless…"

Iggy groans. "They didn't shack up, Angel. Besides, how old is this boy?"

His standing up for Fang and I surprises me, and I blush slightly. This really isn't a matter of my love life…

"15. I'm 15." Ash announces without looking up. My son's deep brown eyes are entranced by Scarlet's. My God she reminds me of her mom.

"You found Fang, then, didn't you?" Angel accuses, "You found him and betrayed us even further. Face it, Max; you never cared about anyone but Fang."

My face a deep shade of red, I shriek, "You dirty little liar! I was the one to take care of you all after Jeb left! I saved your skinny behinds more than once, and you know it!"

"You also left us without a leader, Max." The Gasman whispers.

My glare turns on him. "I left you guys because it's what I needed to do to protect you. You were grown enough to take care of yourselves." I take a deep, unstable breath. They didn't come here to see my weakness. "I hoped you would all just forget about what I've put you through."

Dylan scoffs, "You left because you were still in love with Fang."

I squeeze my eyes shut, my mouth pressed in a thin line. "Don't you dare tell me why I left."

"Max, cut the crap. You left because-"

"SHUT UP!" I roar, "JUST SHUT UP!"

When all of the commotion stops, I say, "Ash was created as an experiment. Some sick and twisted scientists made him by combining our genetics. Fang and I had no clue. Ash showed up at my doorstep the same day that I went to meet Fang again. I swear to God that's what happened, and I swear to God that if any of you cross me like this again, there will be Hell to pay."

"We had no idea…" The Gasman breathes.

I hold up my hand. "You know now." After a second, I sigh, "There is plenty of room for you guys to crash here, if you want. The couch is a pull out, and both chairs should be sufficient."

Reluctantly, Angel nods, "You sure it's cool? I mean, we haven't exactly been the kindest guests…"

My only reply is, "its fine."

The old members of my flock settle down in the living room, each slow to crawl under the blankets I have provided.

Within a few minutes, though, they are all down for the count. I take the silence as an opportunity to talk to Fang, and pull him into my room without warning.

He protests, complaining about needing sleep. I shake my head, so many sheer emotions taking their toll.

First, I draw my arm back and slap the dark haired man with ease. His reaction is to slap me back, and I try to control my anger.

"What, the Hell, was that for?" I whisper/yell, trying not to wake everyone.

"I don't know! You slapped me first!"

I huff, crossing my arms over my chest. "Are you insane! Sneaking into the middle of my discussion with them was the most idiotic thing you could have possibly done!"

"How was that idiotic?"

I shake my head angrily, "How was it not? Dylan could have easily killed you, Fang. If Ash didn't walk out just then, he probably would have finished you."

"I'm stronger than him," He clarifies weakly.

"Whatever," I scoff, "you were losing, and you know it."

Fang glares, "Like you were any help!"

"Angel was freaking holding me back, Fang! If I could of, I would have beat Dylan's ass, then yours for doing something so stupid!"

"I didn't come in here to yelled at by you."

"I dragged you in here!"

Quietly, he throws the door open. "Whatever. I'm out."

"Where do you think you are going?"

"I don't know!" Fang barks back, beginning to stalk out of my room.

"Wait, Fang." I grab a hold of his wrist. Surprisingly, his feet stay grounded.

"What?"

"Please, don't go." I pull myself into his arms, tears threatening to spill over.

Fang tenses for a second, but eventually wraps his arms around me. I can feel his hands rubbing my back, and I lose it. Water leaks from my eyes, staining the black fabric of Fang's shirt.

"Hey, no need cry," he soothes.

I lift my head up, staring into his endless brown eyes. "You don't understand…"

"It's about Nudge, isn't it?" He asks. I bury my head in his shirt, the "sort of" I mumble being cut off by the fabric. Fang says nothing, no doubt lost in the same memory.

Way back when I was almost 20, scientists somehow found me. I put up a fight, but in the end was knocked out and taken to an underground facility.

When we arrived, I was shoved into another crate and shipped into a pitch black room. With no windows and iron steel bars, I really didn't have any choice but to stay.

A little while later, I remember light filtering through the room, and a man in a white coat thrusting another cage right next to mine. A whimper escaped from the other crate, and my heart soared with recognition. I would know that whimper anywhere.

I turned, barely able to see. I could almost make out Nudge's silhouette when the door creaked open again. Deep brown eyes blinked in the sudden light before turning to look in my direction.

My stomach fluttered nervously. What were Nudge and Fang doing there, I wondered.

For the next 3 days, we all were subjected to numerous tests and experiments. The last day, huge amounts of mine and Fang's blood was drawn. Nudge was taken from the room; her screams and struggles could be heard for miles, it seemed like.

Later that night, a white coat's heels clicked down the hall, and stopped right in front of our room. A female voice called out, "I'll take it from here, Joey. Night."

Light filled the room, the bright lights blurring my eyes.

"This is how it's going to work, guys," She said, her voice hushed and subdued. My fists clenched in anticipation of a fight.

The woman continued. "I'm Karrie," She unplugged the video camera in the corner, "and I'm here to get you guys out of here."

I didn't know it then, but Karrie and I would eventually meet up again. We were destined to become friends, but right then I hated her guts.

She unlocked my cage and stepped out of the way, leaving the door wide open. Moving on to Fang's cage, she gasped. His breathing was rough and shallow.

"What's wrong with him?" I asked, remaining still.

"He must have been injected with something that caused such a negative reaction. He'll live, but it'll be a while before he comes to."

I gulped. "Thanks, for letting me out, but I can't trust you."

"You can trust me, Max," She insisted, "I'm here to help."

"Just hand me Fang," I snapped. Karrie did as I commanded.

With the man in my arms, I took a series of cautious turns, until finding a way out. I then took care of Fang until he came to, running off the minute he spoke my name in a hushed whisper.

It was as if I was nothing more than a bad dream.

Mmkay, that's all for now.

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