Me: Hi guys! I really like writing this story, so I decided to spend my whole week writing it.

Fang: Sure you did.

Me: Ok, maybe I skipped 1 or 2 days, but so what? It's done now, and people are reading it. Anyway, the answers I got from the last question were: Radioactive, Demons, On Top of the World, Polaroid, Bleeding Out, Battle Cry, and Warriors. Happy reading!

Max POV

Oh, why did I have to kiss him? Now he was literally minutes away from death. You might think, "Max, wouldn't it be good if Fang was dead? Then he would be with you!" Well, yes but I couldn't bear killing him before his time. Also, I don't want him to have to go through all the pain of leaving his friends and not being able to leave the place that he died. And the only reason I could turn solid was because I…... well, I really don't know. All I know is that 1 in a million ghosts can do it. So, he wouldn't be able to kiss me, or fist bump his friends, or hug that little girl that he was so fond of. It would be bad.

Anyway, I was kneeling on the floor, in solid form, over Fang, who was bleeding from a million gashes on his arms and legs. His friends just stared, horrified. Except the guy who fired, who was kneeling next to me, trying to help stop the bleeding.

I glared at him. "Get back!" I screamed at him, and he looked at me with surprise. "Yes, I can talk." I sneered. "And since you were the one that fired the gun or whatever, I say that you won't help me at all." I glared at him for a few seconds longer, then burst in to tears. Me? Crying? Wow, Fang was really messing with my mind.

He didn't oblige, and instead, motioned all of the other kids over, who ripped off hems of t-shirts and leggings to try and cover the gashes. But it wasn't working, because blood kept seeping out and covering the floor. I used my powers to blast them all back, and then dried my tears, snapped my fingers, and disappeared, along with Fang. But it might all be in vain, because I might not even be able to heal these wounds.

Iggy POV

When she disappeared with Fang, I think I blacked out. However, it was only for a few seconds, because everyone else was panicking. They were running around and screaming. Except Ella. She stared at me with betrayal in her eyes. Oh, Jeez. She probably thought I meant to kill Fang, because of how worked up I was earlier. Wait, not kill. Fang couldn't die. He wouldn't die. If he died, I would kill myself, and then kill him again. Anyway, so Ella was looking at me with betrayal and hatred in her eyes. She probably hated me for doing that to Fang. I hurried over to her.

"Ella, I-" I started

"Don't even speak to me." she snapped. "I shouldn't have even let you fire that gun. What was I thinking?" she pushed me away. "I don't want to speak to you ever again!"

I stared at her, mouth agape. "B-but we're a team! We need to stick together!"

"You should have thought of that before you killed Fang. We're breaking up, and no, we cannot just be friends. I hate you, James Igneous Griffiths. And that's final!"

I ran out of the room, trying to hold back the tears and sobs that were threatening to burst out and destroy me. I tripped on the stairs and fell, cracking my head on the bottom. Well, everyone hated me now, so I was probably going to die. Oh well. I deserve it.

Fang POV

Pain. That's all I felt. I drifted in and out of consciousness, wishing that it would be over soon. My thoughts were a jumble of faces, thoughts, and pain. Mostly pain. Oh, God. I think that I'm dying. If that happens, I hope that it's soon.

Suddenly, the pain started to ease away. I forced my eyes open, and then squinted to see. Someone sat in front of me, with a face like an angel and long, chocolaty brown hair. Is this heaven?
"Fang? Fang, can you hear me?" she called.

Fang. Fang. Oh yeah, that was my name. I hunted ghosts, and ended up falling head over heels for one. I was a disgrace to the ghost hunting world. And that girl…that girl, her name is…... Max. Maximum. Yeah, that's it.

"Fang, how do you feel?" I tried to sit up, but she pushed me back down. "You can't sit up! Your wounds will all reopen, and you could die!" I reluctantly lay back down.

"I feel like I just got run over by a bulldozer, hacked to pieces with a knife, and put back together." I groaned. "In short, I feel horrible."

"At least you can feel. That means you're not dying." She sounded relieved. "That's good. But I took you…somewhere, where your friends will never ever find us until we come out."

"Where are we?" I asked.

She sighed. "In my room. My parents hated me, so they made a secret room behind the bookshelf where they would drop food in 2 times a day, and they wouldn't have to see my face at all. I have a private bathroom, and one bed."

She kept talking to me, telling me about her life. I started to drift off, but she snapped me out of it by shaking me. Not too hard, but not very soft either. "Ow! What was that for?" I winced.

"You can't go to sleep!" she sounded panicked.

"And why not?"

"Because…because you might never wake up. I fixed most of your wounds, but I couldn't fix the biggest ones, because I don't have very much healing power. Only fighting and mild healing power." She looked at me sadly. "I could never bear it if you died, because you might not become a ghost, and even if you did, you probably wouldn't be able to turn solid or have powers like I do." A single tear rolled down her cheek, and then she wiped it away. "I'll put you on the bed now, but only so your comfortable, and I'll tell you when you're well enough to go to sleep."

She waved her hand, and suddenly I was lying on the bed. She put me in a semi-sitting position, so I could sort of see the room. It had dark green walls, and the bed had a black comforter and purple pillow. As I looked, I heard a yell from outside the room.

"What was that?" I tried to get up, but she pushed me back down.

"I'll go check. You stay put." She floated through the wall, as I waited for news. A few minutes later, she burst back inside.

"Fang? It's bad." She was panicking.

"What? What is it?" I said, barely able to restrain myself from jumping off the bed and running out of the room.

"Iggy, well…..he's dying." She said. "And no one is going to help him."

Oooooo, cliffhanger! So, new question!

If you could date anyone, a real person or a fictional character, who would it be?

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