A/N: I AM SOOOOOO SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT! I took a good long break from writing and I am so happy to get the encouragement. I know that this story is SOOOO bad and in needs of repair/rewriting but I don't really feel like doing it since people apparently like it (even though i hate it).

So here is another chapter, sorry I suck at fight scenes... I don't know if I'll continue the story but I hope you like this anyways. :) Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own MR.

Fang POV

Why the hell is Max hanging with Dewitt when I told her specifically not to? We were going to have a talk when I got home.

I was relived that Max had to leave because I really wanted to punch Dewitt's lights out. I knew that there would defiantly be a brawl and I braced myself, for what I had no idea.

"Meet me in the main building." Dylan whispered. He stalked off and I glared at his retreating back. Why did Dylan want to postpone our talk? I saw him usher a few people out the door, but doing it in a way that wasn't pushy or urgent. It was if he just told them to leave and they complied with no argument, smiling as they left. Warily, I stalked towards the main building. Slowly the sun started to sink in the sky and my stomach rumbled, but I didn't care. My mind raced as to what would happen later.

I knew that our talk would not be pleasant or peaceful, and I knew that was was going to be violent. I planned on being victorious. I hadn't been reborn again just to lose.

I was on edge and I flinched when Dylan came through the door of the school's office.

"Finally, everyone has cleared out. No one is left in school, just you and me. Who would anyways after a hard day of school?" Dylan almost smiled at me as he stalked over to where I was. Ignoring his gesture to be almost friendly I met him half way across the room.

"Nice to see you again, Dewitt," I practically sneered at Dylan. We were nearly nose to nose and the tension crackled in the air.

"It's Dylan, now Naresh," Dylan hissed back. He narrowed his blue eyes at me and glared. "I see you've also found Mabel."

"Yes. You know what they say, finders keepers, losers weepers," I said. Dylan and I were pretty tall, at least six feet each. We were eye to eye.

"Why don't we cut the crap and get to the main event?" Dylan shifted his stance, so that his center of gravity was low. Some kind of aura burst from around his body and surrounded him. Dylan's ears extended so that they were now long and covered with course gray fur. His hands crackled as the bones in them grew, his fingernails extending into claws. His shoes started to expand and he kicked off his shoes, they hit the window to his right, shattering the large pane. Glass shattered everywhere and I had to duck to avoid getting glass embedded in my head.

"Careful not to cut yourself," Dylan growled. "Shattered glass is very dangerous." His feet and legs had now extended into the powerful hind legs of a dark gray wolf. A tail had pushed it's way through his jeans and it lashed form side to side. His whole transformation into battle form had taken merely seconds.

"A dark gray wolf, huh?" I mused, getting over the threat of glass. "Don't you know that the royal bird triumphs over the dog?" I can't exactly describe how I got into my battle form, but I can describe what happened on the outside.

I tried snapping out my wings like usual but instead the wings don't immediately come. Instead, things started to dissolve around me. The walls, the doors and the glass around me, dissolved, little particles coming off. They all compressed and started zooming towards me. On the way over, they turned the midnight black and started attaching to my back. Eventually, there were enough particles to form my usual fourteen foot wings, except that I felt my wings contained more power and strength. My feet started to swell, my shoes expanding. I ripped off my shoes and socks, only to reveal that my feet had started to split into three nodes, my toes melding together and my heel extending until I had a pair of black bird feet. Sharp claws extended from my big feet. My transformation took less than five seconds.

By this time, I was hoping for no beak but instead I was rewarded with incredible eye sight. My vision got instantly sharper, I could see little flies flying through the air, the grass waving at me through the window and every dirty hair that sprouted from Dylan's body.

"What, no bill?" Dylan sneered. "I was expecting at least a little plumage coming from your head, bird brain."

"Shut your muzzle, dog," I glared. "You really need to take more baths, you stink." I said, waving my hand to get rid of his pretend doggy stink. Dylan snarled at me and then pushed off. His hinds legs scraped against the linoleum of the school floors leaving deep gouges. He held out a hand, each finger armed with razor sharp claws. I quickly dodged but stuck my foot out after Dylan had passed.

It happened in slow motion. As soon as the threat of the claws passed, my foot full of razor sharp talons had raked down Dylan's side. When he landed, his claws screeched like nails on a chalkboard on the floor, he gasped. His side was brutally ripped up. Long gouges snaked down his side and they stained his shirt a bright red. Little drops of red littered the floor and he covered his wound with a paw.

"Guess your bite isn't as big as your bark," I sneered. Dylan laughed a little. He really is a maniac, laughing at a time like this.

"Will you stop with the stupid dog remarks?" He shook his head and winced as he move a little. He breathed a long and deep sigh. "Guess I'll have to end this quick..." He muttered. Fat chance.

But, all of the sudden, he launched forward, pushing off again. Since I though he wouldn't be able to move with the wound, I had tucked in my wings and was caught off guard. WIth incredible speed, he used his right hand to create a spike and held it out. I could do nothing as he sped towards me. His right hand's blades entered my stomach and I immediately started coughing up blood. However, with all of the force that Dylan came at me, his velocity was transferred to me and sent my flying back through the opposite wall.

I watched as I flew backwards, my own blood forming droplets in front of my face, until I hit the wall.

And flew through it.

I flew through several walls, the base of my wings taking most of the blows. Eventually I came to a stop after finally collapsing in a heap of plaster, ceiling tiles and dust. Some five rooms back, Dylan stood panting. I groaned as more plaster fell on top of me. My wings hurt, as if they were made of lead.

I stood; mad as a bull, shaking off the plaster. Clenching my fists, I glared at Dylan, who stood in the window of the holes in the walls.

"Alright, if you want to play that way." I growled. I picked up a piece of wall, a heavy stone and lugged it at one of the windows in the room. Dylan frowned and just whipped his tail back and forth. The window shattered and I flew out the broken window. I got a glimpse of Dylan as I flew out and saw that he did the same thing.

As I landed on the roof of one of the school's three story buildings and waited for Dylan. He scrambled up onto the roof and stood facing me.

"Should we end this soon?" Dylan mused.

"I have all day," I ground out. I shot into the air to get a high advantage but as I took off, Dylan ran towards me, grabbing my ankle. I tried to fly but he grounded me and hung onto my ankle with an iron grip. I shook my leg, but instead Dylan pulled me down and flung me back on the roof. I landed on my wings, again.

I rolled over, coughing, my stomach muscles throbbing.

Cursing slightly, I spotted Dylan a few yards away struggling to get up. Both of our injuries prevented us from being very fast and also kept us from finishing each other off.

Dylan growled as we both stood glaring at each other. He licked his canine teeth while I stretched my wings painfully, trying to get the dull ache to go away. I placed a hand over my wounded stomach and pressed gently, trying to get the blood to stop. Blood dripped slowly from Dylan's side. If we kept on loosing this much blood, we could both perish from our wounds.

Dylan leapt into action, once again with his claws pressed tightly together to great deadly lance like spikes. He shoved his left hand through the air and I dodged it easily, taking to the sky but not before thrusting his right hand, catching my left wing, and pulling a few feathers out.

Taking to the air I swiped one wing across the sky and sent a few feathers loose feathers at Dylan. As they fell, the became sharp and pointed, racing towards Dylan. Dylan dodged a few, cussing as a few nicked his arms and legs, the majority of them slicing through the school's roof and destroying the building below. It came down with loud creaking noises and a few crashes.

Dylan panted, his fresh wounds preventing him from retaliating. I flapped in the air, keeping my distance from him. Swiping my other wing, I sent another volley of sharp feather bullets towards Dylan. This time he wasn't so lucky. He tried swiping them away with his claws but a few of the feathers lodged themselves in his legs and arms and brought him to his knees. He flopped on his chest, his body apparently too injured for him to move any longer. Slowly, I descended landing on a piece of a thick metal beam, watching intently. I had to be careful.

Dylan lay a few yards away. When would this end? Why wouldn't he just die? I waited. For a full ten minutes, he stayed motionless. Was he dead already?

Frowning, I walked over to my enemy. His wounds leaking blood, which pooled and mixed with the rubble and dirt from the demolished building. Nudging his body with one of my talons, I curiously wondered if he was actually dead.

Just then, he exploded with motion again. One moment I was standing over him, another he was above me, two clawed hands gripping my wings. It took me only a few seconds to realize he'd flipped me over, placed his foot between my two wings and caught hold of my feathery appendages. He squeezed, pain shooting up to my shoulders and back. A first he gave a soft tug but then he started pulled even more, pressing his clawed foot even harder at the base of my wings. Screaming as the pain increased I thrashed harder, doing everything in my power to stop him from pulling. My fingers scratched through the dirt to find something to throw at Dylan, but nothing came across my wandering fingers. Desperately, I did the only thing I could do. I lifted one leg in a swift motion and dug my talons into Dylan's arse.

Screaming he launched himself off me, dragging my bruised body with him, until I let go. I landed on my back, groaning as my wings hit the rubble and rocks. Dylan turned around and rushed me but was too slow.

Weakened and tired, I flapped away and landed on the roof of another school building. The moon illuminated Dylan's form from across the way as he struggled to stay on his feet. My vision blurred slightly and I felt my head throb. My wings felt pulled on as if I were the rope used in a tug-a-war game. Not good, I was loosing too much blood. At this rate, Dylan would outlast me.

Suddenly, two flashlight beams focused themselves on Dylan and I and a voice cut through the night air.

"HEY! What are you crazy kids doing up there?!" Peering through the darkness, I spotted a police car with two seriously pissed off looking police man standing next to the open doors. They had two of those portable flood lights trained on both of us. Panicking, Dylan took off, leaping off the opposite building with a dull thud and took off into the suburbs, ignoring the small spots of blood that he left behind.

I took off, pushing off of the roof with my remaining strength and flew over the town. The policemen tried to follow us with their lights but cursed as they lost us. Their reactions were no match for our quick reflexes and they lost us almost instantly.

Panting heavily, I searched for my own house but to no avail. The houses were just too dark to pick out with my blurred vision. Feeling my head spin, I felt my wings stop flapping and felt the wind rush past my ears but there was nothing I could do as the ground and houses rushed up towards me. At the last moment, before I was going to crash through one of the roofs, I realized I needed to stop before I killed myself and snapped out my wings in a desperate attempted to save my mutilated body. It slowed me down, but not enough to thump loudly on the roof. I stayed in a heap on the roof, my body overcome with pain, before I felt myself rolling off of the edge of the roof and landing in the bushes below.

Exhausted and injured, I closed my eyes slowly. Blood pumped from the gaping hole in my stomach and the stars were no longer reflected on my blurry eyes. My head lolled to the side, just as I heard someone scream.

A/N: Ah, what is wrong with me? If I'm not going to continue with this story, why did I end this with a cliff hanger? What is wrong with me?
Once again, thank for reading (and hopefully reviewing) If I get enough time/motivation (aka review) I'll post another chapter!

And again, sorry for the horrible fight scene... I did my best... :/