A/N
So, I'm sitting in my basement while writing this and watching The Woman In Black (the version with Daniel Radcliffe) with my mum, brother, and nana. Being the wimp that I am, I'm sitting with my knees blocking the television, and writing, obviously. So if this gets dark or weird, I am SO sorry. In fact, if I give it ten minutes, I'll probably wind up shoving my headphones in my ears and blasting Superluv yet again.

But on to the story. I don't own MR, and probably never will. All rights go to James Patterson people!

"Hello?" I said, attempting, and failing, to stop my voice from cracking.

"Ms. Ride, I presume?" The voice sounded childish, despite how formal they spoke.

"Who are you?" I growled.

"That is of little concern, miss."

"How the hell did you reach me?" Say hello to Mad Max, my friends.

"One of our people planted your device in optimum position for the clone, known as Dylan, to salvage it."
This is ridiculous.

"Talk like a normal person!" I yelled, only earning a strange look from Fang. "Geez, people."

"I apologize, Ms. Ride. But my commander is in need of your assistance." The voice stated apologetically.

"What do you need my help with?"

"Your mission is not over. You are the one that must save this world and create a new one from its ashes."

Oh God.

"You know what, I'm gonna have to call you back... Also, GET A BETTER SCRIPT WRITER!" I hung up immediately, and screamed at the top of my lungs.

"Max!" Fang pulled me off the bench and gave me a bone-crushing hug. "What happened?"

"There were... People. On the phone. They said they planted tho phone for Dylan to grab," Dylan blanched and backed up a couple if steps. "So that they could reach me..."

"Why would they want to talk to you?" Fang asked.

"It's simple, Fang. Max still has to save the world." Angel told him, grinning up at us like the blonde cherub she no longer was.

We all looked at her as Fang let out a loud "Not again!".

"These people are going to-" I was cut off when a shrill ding sounded from the phone.

Fang grabbed the phone of my lap and looked at. "You got a message, babe." He handed it to me. " It had coordinates and a time."

I stared at the coordinates, wracking my brain for where they might be. It's been forever since we've had to navigate on our own. It started with an-

"A?" Angel said innocently.

"Baby, please don't read my mind." I asked her.

"But I know where it is, Max!"

"What? How do you-"

"It's in Antarctica, Maxxie!" My jaw dropped.

"How the hell do you know that?!" Fang stood their, his mouth hanging open just like mine.

"Fang!" I smacked him. "Language around Angel!"

"Geez, woman!"

"Don't you 'geez' me!"

"Tackling me, smacking me. What's next, licking me!?"

"What do you think I am? A dog? If your not careful, I just might castrate you next."

"Aw, babe, you would never do that. You loooove me too much!"

I crossed my arms and huffed, knowing he was right.

"Oh, yeah! I'm right!" He did his victory dance, going around me in circles.

"Shut up!"

"Aw, can't I get a victory kiss?" He stopped and leaned closer to me.

"You wish." I started to scoot back, but he grabbed my arms and kissed my anyways. I gave in, being the lightweight I am when I'm near him.

"Guys! Stop kissing!" Angel said to us.

Fang held up at hand to her, barely even stopping kissing me. "Not now Angel."

"But Dylan's missing!"

"What!?" I pushed Fang away, even if it was only by a few inches.

"He flew away." She states as she started picking her nails. I'm beginning to think she bipolar.

"We've got to find him. It's still dangerous out there." I straightened up and ran into the hut for my pack. "Let's go guys. Where's my phone?"

"Dylan took it with him." Now her tone was monotonous to the point of annoying. This kid has problems. No matter how much I love her, she's weird.

"I'm gonna kill him." Fang already had his pack on, and Angel didn't have one.

"Where do you think he went, Fang? He went to stop the others from using me." I told him.

"You have got to be kidding me! What an idiot. He needs to get his head out of his a-" I clapped a hand over his mouth.

"Language!" I told him.

"You know there's a better way to shut me up, rig-"

I interrupted him. "We're leaving. Now." I shook my wings out, feeling the sun warm my feathers.

"You know where we're going, Angel?" I looked around, making sure the fire was out and that everything we were leaving here was tied up and hanging from trees, or locked up in the hut.

"Let's go Maxxie!" Seriously, that kid is bipolar.

Fang squeezed my hand as Angel took off. "Can I kill him please?"

"Only after I get to yell at him, babe."

We ran and took off, and as I looked back at him, I caught a glimpse of his rare goofy smile. For now, things were looking pretty ok.

A/N
Yet another one! I'm on a roll! So, I hope you guys like this, cuz I'm really liking the direction it's going. But, I do apologize for any spelling or grammatical errors. I don't have a beta...

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