hellooo earthlings!!!
FIRST OF ALL: (READ THIS IT'S SUPERSUPERSUPERIMPORTANT!!!!!) I am soooo sorry to the amazing reviewer (whose name has slipped my mind at the moment. sorryyy!) who came up with the name "Jane Stiarney." i totally forgot to remember to remember to put that in the last chappie and i felt so bad about it! sorries! if you're still following the story, just tell me in a review or PM that it was you and i'll dedicate a chapter in your honor!!
...or, really, just the epilogue, seeing as this is THE LAST REAL CHAPTER!!!!!!! WOOHOO!!!!! IT'S FINALLY OVER!!!!!!!
this story has been fun to write, but JEESH it was going to the dark side. so, i lightened it up at the end. hehe.
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WARNING - WARNING - WARNING
MAJOR FAXNESS ALERT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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and sorry for not updating.... my bad.
urgh, there was something else i wanted to tell you guys!!!! dang it, i forgot.
well, CRUD.
i'll remember, i know i will.....
CHAPTER 2....4? i believe?
We raced down the hallway, Fang carrying Nudge in his arms delicately since she was too weakened to walk. On one side there were multiple doors with different labels. Weapons. Gadgetry. Experiment 00375. On the other side, no labels were visible. This bit of information was involuntarily stored away in my brain. You're welcome, the Voice said snootily.
Jeezums.
A girl can't even have her own mind to herself these days.
We came to a stop in front of a door marked "Pyrotechnics."
"Oh, no." I looked at Fang, not sure whether to be amused, relieved, or terrified. "Please say we're at the wrong door."
Fang's lips twitched. "Sorry, no can do." He pushed the door open with one toe of his boot and stepped inside. There, in the middle of the room, was the most complex bomb I had ever seen in my entire, whacked-out life. And that's saying something.
And standing next to it, with various tools in their hands were—who else?—Iggy and Gasman, the masters themselves. Angel was sitting in the corner, playing with a screwdriver. She jumped up when she saw me, and jumped into my arms. "Max!"
"Hey, baby," I said into her hair.
She looked up at me and grinned angelically. Oh, pshaw.
"Okay, tell me, guys," I said, eyeing the device, and setting Angel gently down on the ground. "Should I be afraid?"
They looked at each other and chuckled conspiratorially. "Oh, Max, Max, Max," Iggy sighed contentedly, stroking the metal exterior of the bomb. "May I just say that your fear is so amusing?"
I glared at him.
He cleared his throat. "Anywho, to answer your question, oui. This little baby's got about 700,000 boosters of firepower, not to mention the supplementary energy we tossed in."
"Just to give it a little kick," Gazzy added.
I looked at Fang. He shrugged, and nodded at the bomb. "Hey, if it works, it works."
I blew out a defeated sigh. "Alrighty then. Let's blow this popsicle stand."
Gazzy patted my arm. "Thanks, Max. You're the bomb." He cackled and slapped Iggy high-five. I rolled my eyes and restrained a groan.
Iggy grabbed the detonator-remote-control-thingamaroo and we all raced down the hallway.
"Fang," I breathed as we passed countless doors. "Where's all the security?"
His jaw tightened and he looked straight ahead, not answering me.
"Fang."
Still no reply. Something was obviously wrong. Oh, well. He knew I'd shake it out of him later anyway.
I growled and ran ahead of everyone, snapping out my wings and feeling the tips just barely touch the edges of the hallway. I heard the others do the same, and we all started flapping, flowing with the surging power of the air around us.
Finally, once we were outside and gaining altitude quickly, we rose in the air. Finally, when I gave the signal we were high enough, we all stopped. I flew over to Iggy. "Ready?"
He saluted me lazily. "Siryessir!"
I rolled my eyes. "Don't skip ranks, cadet. I'm the captain."
He shrugged lazily and carefully situated the detonator in his hand. "On 3…2…1…Bingo."
The whole building exploded into a blazing inferno. Heat waves rose off the mass and blurred our surroundings. A huge mushroom cloud of black smoke billowed out and filled the air.
"That. Was. Wicked." The Gasman breathed in awe.
Shards of glass as wide as three of us stacked up flew up and then down, smashing on the concrete below.
"We are the man!" Iggy crowed, slapping Gazzy a complicated guy handshake.
"Don't you mean men?" I corrected, flying over to Fang to take Nudge for a bit.
Iggy pondered this for a moment, then shook his head. "Nah. Man sounds better."
So much for my futile efforts to retain proper grammar in our little posse.
Nudge groaned when Fang shifted to position her into my arms. His and my hands brushed against each other and for one split second we looked up at the same time and caught each other's glances, knowing what each one was thinking. I got this tingly feeling down my spine and through my arms, spreading around my whole body. It was like…a perfect moment.
Then Fang looked back down at Nudge and it was over. I pulled her to me and supported her back with one arm. Then I looked back up at Fang for just a second and studied him carefully. He was gazing into the horizon, watching the sunrise paint the sky.
His long, dark hair fell into his eyes, but not muting their onyx glow. High, prominent cheekbones and quietly angular features swept his face, giving him a sharp appearance that was lit by the brilliant, fiery sunrise. He wore a long-sleeved black shirt pushed up to the elbows to reveal muscular forearms. Long, frayed dark-washed jeans that the denim companies would politely call distressed hugged his lower body, and dirty black Vans fit his feet.
Fang.
Dang, but he was hot.
Suddenly, he turned to face me and saw me staring at him. A smile curved his lips and my world spun a little faster. "Take a picture, it'll last longer."
Nudge giggled in my arms, but I barely registered the noise. All I could think of was Fang, Fang, Fang…
Slowly, with my wings moving on their own accord, I closed the space between us until his face was about six inches from mine. Our eyes were still locked, his glowing with an intensity I had never seen before. His lips were slightly parted and the look on his face…Oh, my…
I couldn't hold myself back any longer. I crushed myself against his body and his lips landed on mine. I heard Nudge gasp, but it seemed so far away now.
We kissed hungrily, wanting, needing more of each other. I felt Nudge sliding out of my arms and snap out her wings. The empty space where she had been before was immediately closed by Fang. He pulled me up so my legs were wrapped around his torso, and he was carrying me, all the while still kissing me with a passion I'd never known from Fang.
Finally, he pulled away and gazed into my eyes intensely, a smile playing on his lips. "What took you so long?"
"Mmm…" I murmured against his skin, and kissed him softly on the side of his mouth, half lips, half cheek. "Ask me some other time. I'm busy right now."
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