Max sat up in bed, stretching her arms out and yawning, a dull ache throbbing in her torso, her arms, her head, everywhere basically. Barely opening her eyes, she sensed someone in the room and assumed her sister had come to wake her up for school.

"Hey Ella, I just had the weirdest dream," she said, rubbing her eyes and opening them wider. Confused, she looked around and saw she was in a room she didn't recognize, and that she was laying in a very uncomfortable bed. Max looked down at herself and saw she wore a hospital gown and was covered in bandages.

"What the hell?" she mumbled, lifting her arms and stared at her bloody, bandage covered hands as if they were foreign objects.

"Max your awake!" a sweet and worried sounding voice said. Max looked up and saw Angel and Iggy rushing towards her.

"Angel? What happened to me?" Max asked, her voice cracking from the lack of use. "And how long was I out?" she added. Angel glanced at Iggy and he shrugged.

"You explain to her what happened," he said turning around and started for the door. "I'll go get the Boss Man and tell 'im Sleeping Beauty over here is awake." Max stared at the spot where Iggy had skipped out with wide eyes and a raise eyebrow. She turned to Angel who was shaking her head.

"Ok, what the shit was that!"

"I don't know. We think he might be permanently high or something. Or that he was dropped on his head. Either or, I doubt we'll ever know what exactly is going on in the World of Iggy. Even with my ability."

"What ability?"

Angel sighed. Max stared at her, confused.

"Er, what's going on?"
"Ok Max, here's the thing-and maybe you might not believe it up but give me a chance before you interrupt me," Angel added when she saw Max was about to speak. Angel grabbed a chair and sat down next to the bed as Max laid back as a signal she wouldn't speak until she was aloud. Angel continued.

"You see, there are people out there that think they're better than everyone else. When they see someone as unique as yourself, well, they don't like that. These people, we call Chasers. The one that attacked you four days ago-yes Max four-is a particular violent one. It is called a Rouge, a term associated commonly with wolves specifically used in this case because a Rouge Chosen Child can be just as dangerous, if not more. Now, a Chosen Child is a dormant angel. The power of a Chosen will most likely peek during puberty, in the process of which they grow wings. Max, I know you have wings. You're a Chosen Child too."

Max stared at Angel wide eyed. The entire world is insane. I just have a weird ass genetic mutation. That's it, that's all it is.

No its not Max.

"What the hell!?" Max yelled, sitting up straighter as she frantically scanned over the room. Angel stood and placed a hand on her shoulder, willing Max's gaze to her's and spoke in her head again.

This is my ability Max. I'm able to speak in your mind, see what's in it, and control it. I don't like doing any of that, but sometimes things, like emotions, are too hard to ignore. The only thing I will ever do in your mind is talk to you.

"This is crazy," Max said, holding her head in her hands. "Crazy! You can talk in my head? I can't believe it!"

Angel stared at her, helpless. "I know it's a lot to take in, especially for someone who never grew up with the knowledge. Please Max you have to believe me."

Max was about to say something when the door burst open and the last person she expected to see ran in the room, a look of worry written over his normally calm and taunting feature. Max sat straighter and glared.

"Fang!? What the hell are you doing here!" she screamed and ended up coughing. Fang's concern deepened.

"Max?" he said, extending a hand to her when he came to stand next to her bed. She swatted his arm away.

"Get… the hell… away… from me!" she said in between coughs. Fang narrowed his eyes.

"Damn it Max I'm trying to help you!" he shouted, grabbing her shoulders to still her.

Suddenly, any pain Max felt ebbed away as if it were nothing. Her lungs stopped aching and her throat no longer felt scratchy. Shocked, Max looked up to see Fang's straining face and saw he had gone deathly pale. Unconsciously, she reached up to cup his face in her hands. He opened his bloodshot eyes and Max realized he had been crying. Or about to. But that made no sense; he was the big bad Fang Walker!

"Fang?" she said softly. He dropped his head and took in a shuddering breathe.

"Fang," she said more demandingly. "Fang look at me." He returned his gaze to her's, though she knew just keeping his eyes open was draining his energy.

"What was that?" she asked, still holding his face. Closing his eyes again, Fang turned his head into her right hand, brushing his lips against her palm. Max shuddered as tiny sparks flared up in her arm. Whatthehell...

Fang stood straighter, causing Max to drop her hands when he was too far away to hold. Glancing around the room, she saw that Angel had left, and she was alone with the one person she hated the most. But, did she really hate him? Max wasn't sure at the moment.

Clearing her throat, Max turned back to Fang and saw color had come back to his skin. "Fang really, what was that? What did you do?" she insisted. He looked back at her, his eyes wide.

"I… I don't know. I didn't even know I could do that."

"What made you then?"

"I have no clue. Something was telling me to put my hands on you shoulders to try and push my energy into you, that if I didn't, you could die. I couldn't let that happen, so I did… somehow…" Fang trailed off as he ran his in his hair, making it stand up in different directions. Max smiled, which noticeably took him off guard.

"Thanks Fang, I guess you really aren't so bad."

"Gee, thanks," he said sarcastically. An uncharacteristic giggle escaped her, causing Fang to grin, something she's never seen before. Then, suddenly, he was leaning towards her. Max didn't even realize that she was too. Soon their faces were barely inches apart, their lips a breathe away, then-

"GET THE HELL AWAY FROM MY DAUGHTER!"

Well there goes that moment.