This is my second time updating tonight so, if you didn't catch on, check out the last chapter first.

"I would like to ask how my charming brother made it back alive this time, considering that he has been in a grave for a year!" Though Max was keeping up the strong macho look, her voice broke on the word ' grave '.

Fang POV

Oh, come on! How can she still care for that Mutt. I can only think of two. It's like, Pros: He is her brother and he died but he died helping Max. Cons: He betrayed us; he's an Eraser; he took Angel; I almost died in a fight because of him; Max killed him; he came back to life; he almost killed me again; he's tried to kill evey single member of the flock(including the other flocks). Yeah, I'm going with the cons.

Jeb smiled again, a crazy, evil, malicious smile. Someone only smiles like that because they've gone insane, well, that maybe true. But, back to the world outside of my mind. "Oh, it was fairly simple. I just had Ms. Dwyer do me a little favor. Remember when you went to Antarctica? All aranged so that you would be extremely out of my way. And, then, I went back to find Ari sitting on his grave smiling. We planned it all. I put the expiration date on his neck in permanent marker. And, well, he took some of my personal acting lessons." He winked. " And we were good to go. Max never really checked to see if his heart was still beating. It was. I thought that I'd taught you better than that Maximum." Another wink. " The whole point of this was to gain her trust and push Fang out of her life. But, that obviously didn't work," he said eyeing Max and I. " because here we stand with the two of you alive. It was always a dissapointment. I had every Eraser we had chase after Fang's little flock, but due to water, a gang, and the Hollywood sign, those attempts were dodged." He had dissapointment strong in his voice. " And then Max goes and lands herself right in the middle of an Itex facility, the biggest one we had no dobt, well, that is until you ruined it." A look of distaste passed over his face. " He had an oxygen max with him when he was burried. You know the Voice helped me do that. He won't let me tell you who he is though. He is a ' good ' guy. He thought he was helping you. Luckily, I have very powerful mind blocks." He looked proud. " So easy to manipulate. . . . Anyway, very easy. Any other questions?"

All of us stared at him in shock, was he really just going to dump all that crap on us and expect us to ask him questions. Apparently Sam had already thought of one, " How can a sick bastard like you be my father?" She asked with an Angel worthy angelic face. Jeb looked incredulous, and unable to speak.

So, Sam turned to Max and looked at her expantly. " I'm trying to save the world and it hates me, oh the irony." She muttered darkly and then a brillant smile shot through her face as fast as lightning. And muttered something under her breath that I didn't catch, but sounded suspiciously like, " Payback." And stalked forward in a battle stance. She and Ari were a foot away from each other when she stopped. " Care to settle some differences?"

Her tone was as if she was asking him to play with her, but if you knew her well, like I ( and unfortunantly Ari ) could. If you read between the lines it said, " Care to fight until one of us is badly injured, dead, or captured because you're an unworthy piece of dog crap." Even though she didn't say it, it was implied.

Apparently, Ari got the message, he morphed and crouched, a growl ripping its way up his filthy throat. Max returned it, but it was a call of battle instead of a gurgled something-or-other. The other Erasers started to creep forward, just as the Avian Americans decided that they had to have some form of anger taken out on Ari too. Ari snarled for his comrades to stand back, cause ' she was his '. God, I get pissed off when he says that. Max turned her head slightly and Angel telepathed into our minds, Max says that she'll save a piece for us if we sit down. Everyone immediatly sat down. I was feeling. . . Anxious. For Max, I didn't want her to get hurt as I had been twice. Though she always miracously ( yes, I went to the library with Max when our vocabulary improved ) pulled out of the fight with a few minor bruises and scrapes. I hopped that she gave it to that moronic bastard. Hopped that she put up every ounce of the rage and hostility boiling under her skin.

Max never fails to amaze me.

As we sat down, she lunged and caught him with a right-hook square in the jaw. A loud crunch was heard. And then they were circling, looking each other up and down. For a second, I was jealous. And then I almost burst out laughing. Yeah, smart Fang, be jealous of her brother, and, oh yeah, they were just checking each other out during a battle of revenge. God, sometimes I think I'm blonde. Speaking of blondes, Sam was clenching and unclenching her fists in what seemed to be stress and bloodlust. Zack was trying to calm her, key word trying. Sare was standing against a tree with her eyes closed. She was obviously trying to either restrain herself from cutting in the middle of the fight and killing him herself. I wonder why. Anyways, Ari kicked at Max's knee cap, but she dodged and hit his shoulder with a round-house kick. God, she looked beautiful. Someone cleared their throat in my head, and I blushed slightly because Angel had heard the fanticies that I was having. Max swung, but Ari was ready. He raised his arm, claws out, and reopened where she cut herself. ( Irony much ). And she let out a snarl of gruff pain. Automatically, her foot swung forward, but Ari was ready for that too. He grabbed that leg, letting his claws sink deep into her leg, and threw her across the clearing. She flew ( not with wings ) into a tree and you could hear her arm crunch. There were snarls everywhere, ours: protective and warning, theirs: half laughing, Ari's: victorious, Max's: rage. She jumped back to her feet and jumped in the air, spread out her wings, and slammed two feet against Ari's chest. She laughed as he was thrown on his back, and he didn't seem able to get up yet, so she landed and straddled his chest. And said, " Last time we were in this position, we were in New York sewer tunnels, and you died." She put he hands on either side of his head, sort of like she did me when we were about to kiss, but this was different, she placed her hands there lovingly for me, but they were placed tauntingly and threatining on him. " One punch," she flexed her muscles," One crack, and you'd be dead." Her tone scared me, it was longing. " But, I couldn't do that could I?" She removed her hands and stood up, still staring him down, " Because I'm not a killer. Of course, it wouldn't be murder to kill you, it'd just be to send you to a place that you belong," Her voice started soft, but it was fixed with rage as she said the next four words. " You belong in Hell."

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