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Disclaimer: Ich besitze kein Maximum Ride. Told you I'd do it in German. Sorry if you actually understand German and that makes no sense.

MPOV

The smell of fresh bread and chicken filled the air. I was so hungry. And my back hurt where that bloody knife went in. Fortunately, with my super-fast healing abilities, it was already getting better. I would probably be good within the next week, if a lay low and feigned sickness. Stupid gang.

Fang was looking stressed and tired. Poor him. I guess I really scared him. "Of course you scared him idiot!" I chastised myself. Its not every day he has to deal with a stabbing.

He knelt down beside me, and looked me in the eye. He was really scared about something. I'd ask him about it once I'd eaten.

"Fang? I smell food. Is it for me? I whispered up at him. I needed to conserve my energy to get well ASAP. Then I'd really have to leave. I had overstayed my welcome. My heart panged at the thought of leaving Fang.

Fang then said, " I have to show you something first, okay?" I was wary now. This wasn't good. I needed him to be a man and just show me.

I looked him in the eye and said firmly, "What Fang? What?"

Then he handed me the newspaper. I looked.

The expression froze on my face. I felt my face go white. Shit. The erasers wouldn't miss this. They would be down on me in hours. I started hyperventilating. I couldn't fight them! Not like this! I needed to hide. For a week? Even if I did hide, they would find me within hours. They knew I was injured, so I had to be in the area. Within a few days, I'd be able to fly. I could lose them.

But first I needed to hide. Fang. Oh crap, he had to help me. That means he had to get involved! This is EXACTLY what I didn't want to happen! The whitecoats would come crack down on him, and his life would be ruined. Too late now.

He was still looking at me, assessing my reaction, looking very stressed. I stared into his jade eyes, and I knew he would help me.

His voice cracked as he spoke, but he managed, "Max? What are you going to do?"

I stared at him, and the methodical side of me kicked in. "Well. First things first, give me my sandwich. Eat yours as well. We need to discuss… things." I nearly said 'hiding options' but decided I'd save that for later.

He got the bag, and handed me my sandwich. I gritted my teeth, and pushed myself into a sitting position. Fang helped me, and that made things easier. Then I tore into the sandwich, and savored every bite. Brilliant food. Better than the stuff you find in dumpsters any day. Fang ate his as well, but more slowly. He was still watching me.

I swallowed my last bite, and said; "Now this situation isn't good. The erasers are probably going to be here in a few hours. I need to tell me if there are any really good hiding places that you know of."

He stopped eating and nearly choked on his sandwich. He spluttered out, "The… erasers are… coming here!"

I sighed. He just didn't understand. How could I expect him too? He wasn't a bird kid.

"Yes Fang. They will have seen that newspaper. They are probably already here. I don't have enough energy for a mirage, and even then, they would recognise me. So, that brings me back to my original proposal; hiding places. Know any?" I asked, with a steady voice. I had to remain calm, and think through this logically, so I wouldn't get taken back to the school.

He gulped, but otherwise got over his shock.

"Yes. I know some hiding places." He stated. "There is an attic, where the town keeps storage. My friend used to work there. We could sneak you up there until you get better." His eyes were shining now. I felt mine light up as well; this could just work!

"Alright. I need to move there ASAP. The erasers will probably start snooping around, and I need to be out of here by nightfall. Start packing my stuff." I said.

He hopped up, and grabbed my small bag. He shoved my books, and a few changes of clothes. He also packed my toiletries, which was just toothpaste, toothbrush and hairbrush. All girls brush their hair. Fact of life. Mine was getting too long, but it wasn't turning into dreadlocks if I could help it.

By nightfall, we were both scooped up in the attic, sitting on a couch with a dim torchlight flickering about. We both had hot drinks, and had eaten quite a while ago. When Fang had gone out to buy food, more editions had come out, and apparently, he saw his first glimpse of an eraser. Not the wolf man, but the model males on the outside, the ones I had warned him about.

My wound was better. I could sit and stand without it barely twinging. Walking was still difficult, but I reckon I could achieve that by morning. I'd lay low for another day and a half, then I would have to say goodbye to Fang, and head off.

We both lay unspeaking on the old mattress. He had managed to find it up here, because he was a legend like that. I started to think about sleep.

I looked at him, and he looked at me. I yawned. I think he got the message. He smirked, and reached for the light.

"Night Max." he said, tiredly.

"Night Fang. Thanks for doing this, really. I appreciate it." I yawned back.

I was just drifting off, when I heard the faintest of sounds. More sounds were coming from downstairs. This couldn't be good. I shook Fang awake, and motioned for him to be quiet. Though he could barely see me in this light, he got the picture.

I trapdoor of the attic swung open. With a bang it landed on the floor. My hairs went on edge, and my breathing accelerated. My heart pounded in my chest. They had found us. It was over.

I just stared at the trapdoor, and the cursed face of Ari the Eraser popped up, and smiled evilly at me.

DUNDUNDUNDUNNN! Okay, so that was a cliffy. Well, I want some reviews! I spent a lot of time on this chapter guys. And im updating good. And it's like 10:30 at night, so im quite tired.

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