Here you go my faithful followers. Sorry about the shortness, I was pressured to get it up. But whatever, it's an okay chapter.


"I'm driving." Fang announced as we walked towards the snowmobile we claimed as our own.

"No you're not." I said and pulled on my helmet.

"Yes, I am." Then he sat down in the drivers spot and pulled on his own helmet. After he fastened his helmet to his face, he turned the engine on and patted the seat behind him. After a huge deal of sitting as far away as possible from him on the snowmobile, he accelerated so quickly that I automatically grabbed onto his waist.

I heard his booming laugh over the roar of the engine. And Fang doesn't do booming laughs.

We raced across the snow covered ice, hearing the roar of the engines echoing back to us against the trees. I held onto Fang's waist a bit tighter, loving the way his heat seeped through his jacket and into me. It was like one of those hot water bottles, but mine was sexy.

I saw Angel look over at me, clinging to Nudge, but I could see that her eyes were all crinkled, like she was smiling. I guess she was reading my thoughts. That little… I'm going to finish that thought right there.

We finally got the Marina, it was quite the haul. The goat was still there, and it still liked to run into me. I was running away from it most of the time that they were loading that the rest of the flock were recently attached to the machines.

"Get away from me!" I screamed as I ran around the parking lot. Debbie and Ron were just staring at me as I ran around, not saying anything to their goat that was intent on hurting me. I jumped on snowdrifts and ran onto the ice, but this goat was very determined.

"Someone save me!" I was directing this question at Angel, but, just my luck, her brother was the one that stopped this goat in his tracks.

"Bombs away!" He yelled and just stood there. I wanted to know what he was doing, but I was way too scared to turn around in fear of getting rammed again.

But then it hit me. Literally.

I dove to the ground, covering my mouth and nose, my eyes watering already. There was no way that I was even thinking of breathing with the toxic air. I closed my eyes and tucked my head into my shoulder and coat, hoping that the fumes weren't seeping into my clothes.

After about 4 minutes, and almost passing out, I felt a hand on my shoulder. That was the flock sign that someone courageously sniffed the air to see if it was safe, and thankfully it was. I pulled my head up, taking a huge gasp for air. I could tell it was still slightly tainted, but it was clean enough to breathe again.

I got up from my position and turned around. The goat was gone, having disappeared from that terrible stench that came from Gazzy. I have seriously considered shoving a cork up his ass if he kept this up.

The rest of the flock were getting up and I saw that it was Fang that was tapping everyone's shoulders. He was usually the one that waits until he's blue in the face until he takes a breath, but even then, he only breathes through his mouth, refuses to breathe through his nose until we're miles away. This was defiantly a surprise.

Debbie and Ron were still standing there like nothing happened. These had to be the strangest people that I have ever met that weren't genetically enhanced. But they were making a run for their money.

"You call that a fart?!" Debbie called out, laughing really hard. There was a raspy sound to it but she was clearly enjoying herself.

"You should see Charlie!" Ron called out. "The plants around him die whenever he lets one loose." He took a few swaggering steps towards Gazzy and patted his shoulder. "You got nothing on him." He laughed as he walked over to the van, unloading the last of the stuff into whatever fit. Debbie and Ron even had to take their snowmobiles and sleds to get all our stuff across. This way we wouldn't have to do multiple trips.

"Who is Charlie?" Nudge asked. The question was burning on all our lips, but she was the only one brave enough to voice it.

"The better question would be, 'What is Charlie?'." He raised an eyebrow at her before shoving his helmet roughly on his head. He powered the engine and gunned it, not going anywhere. We all took that as our cue to get on and go.


Alright, that was it. Hoped you liked it, or else I'm sending my friend the Yeti after yous. Review if you knew that you kitchen sink has more germs than your kitchen counter. :D

Ella