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Random Fact: Average number of reviews per chapter is 7! (I dunno...is that a good thing with 49 chapters?) Challenge: Who can say, "I reviewed the MOST bee-yotches!" Good luck with that...

Hey, um, pancakes-for-you...I just want to say thanks. You were my first reviewer on this story and well, I don't think I could've ever moved on without you. Thanks so much!

Moving on...!

Of course that's not the end you silly heads! I'd be a terrible person if it was! However...it is possibly extremely close to an ending now...

~LonelyButLovely

Fang sighed and looked at the darkening sky. It was a light orange now, the sun barely setting in the sky. Fang had sat here all day alone, waiting. Waiting for her. Max.

Angel stared out the window with a blank gaze. She sat down, all alone and staring and staring and staring. It was deathly quiet in the room, the occasional scuffle of movement or the deep breaths of anticipation. It was the first time the room had been quiet. Usually, Nudge would be talking while Iggy and Gazzy plotted to themselves and Max would scold them or add in depending on the day. Max would sometimes read her stories and just stroke her hair while she held her in her arms.

It'd been hours since Max last replied. Hours. But to Angel it was too long.

Angel called out frantically. Angel had felt hot all over as she felt was Max felt for a second then nothing but cold. She couldn't reach her anymore. Max wasn't responding and she couldn't even pick up her dreaming or any prescence of her at all. It was almost like Max was...

Dead.

The thought jolted everyone to attention. All three heads snapped up to the little girl by the window. Angel remained expressionless.

Nudge's lip trembled. Had she heard right? Did Angel just say...did she just say what she thinks she just said? It wasn't possible. Dead? Max could be a lot of things right now but dead could NOT be one if them. She just couldn't, it was impossible. Impossible because Max always made it through. Always. Death? Ha, what a joke.

Gazzy stared at his sister, unsure of what to do. Unsure of what to think. His blue eyes however, watered over slightly at the thought. It had been one word...one word that nearly brought him to tears. One word that seized his chest in a painful bind. Gazzy wasn't much for emotions but this was an exception. This was Max. Max the Invincible, Max the Monster...so why was she saying she was dead?

The last was the blind strawberry blond boy. The word, that simple little word, sent a cold tremor through his body. Max? Dead? No way, impossible. Not even remotely possible. Iggy had known Max for a long time and there was nothing that could stop Max. Max did everything and anything for them. She hit them good night (they didn't behave very well), pretty much shouted their bedtime stories and shoveled the horrible food down their throats like the good leader she was. Most of all, she saved him. She saved him when he didn't even know he could be saved. Was that even possible? If it was Max, anything was.

Dead.

Fang jumped, startled at the sudden voice. He glanced around but saw no one. He shook his head and tightened the paper again. He needed to see Max one more time. He needed to tell her everything. He needed her.

"Max, where are you?" He looked up at the deep burnt orange sky.

Dead.

"Wha...?" That voice again. "Who - ?"

Max is dead.

Fang didn't need to know anymore.

The paper slipped from his fingers and fluttered to the ground as he got to his feet. Fang reached out to the voice this time, wanting to know just what she meant by 'dead.'

He didn't really want to know but at the same time he did. There was no way Max could be dead. They talked a little bit before and she looked perfectly fine. She was all witty jokes and happy smiles. She was so busy being beautiful Fang could barely focus on anything else. So how on earth could she be dead?

"Max?" Fang felt his chest squeeze painfully. He attempted to swallow the sudden lump in his throat and blinked away tears. This wasn't possible...no way! Max? Dead?

"Promise me you'll always come back." Max sounded sad.

He frowned. He didn't like it when she was sad. She wouldn't talk then. "I promise if you promise too."

"I promise, Fang, that I'll always be here."

Fang fell to his knees clutching his head in his hands. "You promised me. You promised to be be here Max…you promised."