I. FREAKIN. HATE. THIS. CHAPTER! But I'm posting it anyway cause I'm that determined. Please send flames if you feel this chapter was bad. Please. I'm begging you.

Journal NOT a Diary!

Max's Journal

December 28, 2010

Dragon Guy and Scar Dude were both dead. They died in the explosion. I guess that makes my job of finding them easier. Now I just had to find Mom, and I'm not sure how I'm going to do that. Both Fang's have survived, and I'm not sure which is the real one. When I find out, I'm not letting the real one out of my sight until I kill the other.

That would be bad if I thought the wrong one was the right one.

I woke up on the side of a road, traffic picking up again, with a terrible headache. I don't think I had any broken bones, but there's really no way to tell. I heard The Band Perry's song, If I Die Young, blast across the road. My backpack. I stood up and ran to it, pulling out my iPhone and answering it.

"Max!" all the younger kids yelled. No doubt it was on speaker phone. "I heard about the explosion in Canada," Iggy said. "Are you okay?"

"We were in the explosion," I said. "Me and Fang, and Fang's clone. I don't know where they are."

"Fang has a clone?" Ella asked.

"Max," Angel said. "There's always something different about the clones. Watch for something Fang wouldn't normally do. that will show you which is the clone and which is the real Fang. Just like the clone Max volenteered to cook." I heard gagging noises.

"You're so lucky I'm not there," I hissed. "I'll watch for differences in the Fangs. I'll call you guys back when I find them. I gotta go. Please be safe!"

"We will be," Iggy said. "Good luck, Max."

I pressed the red END on the touch pad, and packed it safely in my backpack. I threw it over my shoulder and tried to find the two Fangs.

They couldn't have been far from where I landed, we were standing side by side. I throughly checked the woods around the place where I landed, and still didn't see them. "Fang!" I yelled. No respose. I yelled again, and heard a mumble from the tree tops. One of the Fangs was purched on a tree limb, just regaining consiousness.

The Fang jumped from the tree and landed right in front of me. "Where's the clone?" he said.

"I'm not convinced that you aren't him," I said. But I grabbed his wrist and pulled him with me, both of us calling for the other Fang. After a few minutes of searching, we found the other Fang under a big oak, still unconcious, but stirring.

My eyes fluttered from one Fang to the other, looking for any differences. No, they looked exactly the same. There was no way of telling who the clone was by looking at him. I waited until both Fangs were up on their feet. They were even the same height, to the millimeter.

I crossed my arms, still studying them, sure that I would find a difference. No matter how hard I looked, I couldn't find anything.

So the differences Angel mentioned weren't physical, they were mental.

Not everything is the same, the Voice said. I jumped. I hadn't heard from it in months. Just like finger and lip prints are different on everyone, it's also a little different on clones.

I remember reading a study that says everyone kissed differently. I didn't know if it was true, or where I read it, but it was worth a shot. I walked up to each of the Fangs and kissed them. Sure enough, they were a little different.

I grinned. One looked more nervous than the other. And the nervous one kissed differently then Fang.

Slowly, I moved the Fang on the left. "I know you're the clone," I told the other Fang. "Don't deny it."

"The scientists said it couldn't be confirmend," he hissed. "I guess they forgot Fang is your boyfriend. So what if I'm the clone?"

I stopped Fang before he could pounce on the clone. "No," I said. "I'm not going to confuse you two again."

The clone didn't put up much of a fight, it was easy for me to kill him.

"We need to find Mom," I said.

"We will," Fang promised.

-Maximum