Yea, I know, it's been forever. But I have had a decidedly long lack of muse, and no inspiration. Plus the computer broke, I burned my hand, my sister is a computer hog, and I read Max. Sorta messed up the whole non-Faxness in my story. You know what got me going? Some awesome Zutaraness. My Avatar fans will know of this. Oh, and some Rascal Flatts. They are awesome. Just read a ton of stories that go the way it should have been all along, and I'm good.
Trust me, I would know. I have a little Fang pov in here, just so we see were we are coming from, so there's gamble. What you think?
I'll admit it, I am afraid. Yes, the big, bad, unemotional Fang is afraid. See, Max didn't see it, but I did. No matter how good Max is at reading faces, Omega, or Alpha, as he so ironically named himself, had only an expression that I could understand, because he was looking at Max that way.
I would have tried to kill him then, but then what would I have been able to do for Max when he shot one of us? There was no way I was going to make it to him before he realized what I was trying to do.
I was last to take off, but as soon as we were out of sight, I took point with Nudge and Angel on my left flank, Iggy and Gasman on the right. It wasn't long before I landed us down in the park. On landing, I whirled around. "Nudge, Iggy, you guys are in charge. I'm going after Max. Don't follow me." I might not be as fast as Max, but it had been said that I had a certain amount of silent suave that was lacking in her up front persona. Hey, just cause I'm quiet doesn't mean I can't use big words. Silent but well worded.
Before Nudge, or even Angel, who should have seen this coming, could respond, I was up and away. In the sky flying as fast as I could in the direction we had come from. Towards Max. And the man who wanted her…
We flew for a while. I don't know how long, I was still too pissed off at this wanna be rebel. Not only was he unoriginal in his escape, but he decides to tag along behind the master School escapees. Aggravating, isn't it? Worse then Fang's old blogger buddies.
I was brought out of my thoughts when he looked back at me. "We are landing down there." He tilted into a circling bank downward, and I followed. I didn't have much choice, did I? After and awkward landing, he turned to me. Pulling out a blindfold, he turned to me. From here, we walk. And as a precaution, your going to wear this. As he approached, I swung a fist at his gut. It barely connected before he grabbed my arm and twisted it painfully behind my back. His breath tickled my neck as he leaned in, whispering in my ear.
"I suggest, Maximum, that you cooperate with me now, so that it is easier for you later. A man always wants what he can't have. Especially one who has never had anything forbidden to him." His voice was husky, and he released my arm to firmly tie the blindfold, and my vision disappeared.
"Alpha, what do you want with me anyways?" He started walking, and the rope tied around my wrist yanked. Ouch. I guess.
"Your going to give me something I've been wanting for a very long time, Maximum."
It was then I began to think. I mean, being on the run sort of limits my sexual experience, you know? And the only person I'd ever come close to considering doing it with was Fang. So, yea, I'm a nearly nineteen year old virgin. And for some reason, I had a feeling I wouldn't be reaching twenty.
So, readers who probably forgot all about this fic, R&R. Flames are welcome, I deserve them. Feel free to hate me.
