/\Deadly Uppercuts and Lethal Jabs/\

A/N:

Wow. Guys, that was really REALLY fast! Thank you all SO much! If anyone has any info on what Ty's planning, please inform me. My somethings-gonna-happen senses are tingling again... Enjoy! And I'm so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so sorry that I didn't update when I said I would! Honest!

mAx PoV

The goons approached me. Like I said before, I was screwed. A thought blew across my mind as a hand reached inside to get me. I won't be able to fight if they beat me up. My freedom. The chance was fading, fast. I needed to do something. Anything. I looked around frantically, what was I looking for...? How should I know! Something marked, Objects of Mass Doom? Nah, wouldn't be that easy. Damn.

The guys hand had formed a death grip around my wrist. He yanked me out and I tumbled through the small opening, bumping into someone's foot. I jumped up and surveyed the surrounding area. Cage, cage, cage, cage, mop, cage, cage, wait. REWIND! Mop! Can be used as a weapon! I lunged toward it, which, was not a good idea on my part. Goon #2 caught me around the waist and threw me away from my potential weapon. Now I felt eyes on me, the other mutants were staring at us fighting.

I thought of what they did to little sister and my vision turned red with fury. They. Would. Die. I advanced on them as I stood, fear flashed through their faces like lightning before the mask was replaced. I let out an almost inhuman growl and they stepped back. I launched myself at them, purposely missing and landing in the pile of cages behind them. I hid and snuck around in the shadows, like an awesome ninja. An awesome dead ninja. Well, almost dead. I'm not the best optimist in the world. I peeked over the top of a cage, the guy inside poked me in the side and I looked down, glaring. When I saw his face though, I gasped. It was Angel. In a boy version. Holy mother-

There was a crashing noise to my right, crap. I'd gasped, giving them my position for free. Yay! Not. I shimmied really fast towards a door. A really familiar door... WITH A MOP LEANING AGAINST THE FRAME! Hahaha! I got it! I reached out grabbing the mop and spun around to Goon#1 and Goon#2, preparing to swing when a hand clamped around my mouth and another around my waist. Greeeaaaaaat...

I swung the mop back and hit the guy on the head, and I think he fell down judging by the thump I heard. I extended my wings and launched myself onto the Goons's heads. The mop was swinging everywhere, hitting the two over and over again, TWANG! Crap. Dart-gun. Shoulda remembered ol' Jeberdoodle, huh? I fell to the ground, suddenly dizzy. Everything was spinning. I felt sick. The walls were closing in, I was going to be squished. I looked around, trying to see something. Anything. Then I saw them. A set of pure black eyes stared into mine for a split second before I blacked out. Hadn't I seen them before?

FaNg pOv

Noises swirled around my cage. Only one was familiar- no, make that two. My two 'owners'. Jeb Batchelder, and Hans Gunther-Hagen. They were discussing the upcoming fight. I caught only snipets of the conversation, but at least it gave me information about who I was going to take down later this week.

The guys name was Max. Short for Maximum, probably a big-shot who thinks he's all that. Wait'll I snap his neck. Back to details, I was fighting him in a To The Death round. I shuddered, a memory of my dad coming back in a rush.

Jeb and Dr. Dunka Funka Badunka came into the room, voices echoing through the room. Jeb bent down infront of my cage. A mixture of sadness and glee (what a weird combination) evident on on his repulsive face.

"Fang. We need to talk." He said slowly as if explaining complicated mathmatical equations to a three year old, who wasn't getting it. Which was almost true, only I was five, and clearly getting what he was saying.

"We had to kill you father." Horror and pure fury crashed through me. They KILLED him?

"What. Do you mean exactly?" I said, malice heavily coating my words. I tried really hard to keep them from quivering, and I guess it worked pretty well because they both flinched under my glare, which I had learned to perfect from my dad. Who they'd KILLED.

"He refused to do his job. The penalty is death."

"SINCE WHEN DO YOU OF ALL PEOPLE HAVE RULES?" I shouted at them, enfuriated at their stupid new 'rules'.

"We've always had them, and we expect you all to follow them."

"Yeah. Because you all must toooootally obay the law. I'll bet this is illegal, scratch that, I know this is illegal. You're making kids younger than me fight until they're dead. I'm five." Jeb's face turned red with anger and he stalked away.

"Keep acting like that and you might just be next, young man." He said before vanishing outside the large room.

I'd sure bucked up since then. Sharpening my skills to perfection. Defeating anyone and anything in the ring. My dad deserved that much. I hardened my emotional mask as Jeb's face appeared through the metal mesh of the cage door. He smiled at me, showing his crocodile teeth.

"Enjoy your meal, Fang." He said, slipping a rotten string cheese and a stale cracker through the bars. Then he walked away. I was just about to eat the cracker when there was a huge crash, someone had gotten out of the cage.

I looked up, forgetting my food for a second. Through the mesh I could see the scene clearly. A girl with blonde hair (that had slightly noticable brown areas. Not that I noticed.) Was fighting off two larger guys that were at least two times the size of her. She ducked down behind a wall of cages, above the other noise I could hear her gasp. The two guys immediately were alerted of her position. I could hear her sliding on the ground towards a door with a mop leaning against it. I smirked, she had to have seen that and went after it. The mop disappeared from view with only a glimpse of her hand grabbing the handle. I saw her jump up and onto a stack of cages piled three high and then... Wait. She's like me?

I should probably explain before you get to confused. You see, some genius (read: wackjob) scientists decided it was a great idea to try to mix the DNA of a bird and a human, the product? You're looking at it. And apparently, she was one of them too. Anyways...

She opened her wings and propelled herself at the two bodyguards. She swung the mop wildly, not the best strategy, but she got in a few good hits.

Then a twange filled air and she fell to the ground, gasping. She looked around fractically, fear radiating off of her. That surprised me. She didn't seem like the kind to scare easily. Then she stared straight into my eyes. I sat there, staring back, and probably looking like a complete freaking doofus. Her eyelids fluttered closed as she passed out. The two guys got up off the ground, dusting off the fact that they just got beat up by a girl. One picked her up, throwing her onto his shoulder. Her wings unfolded and dragged on the floor. They took her into a room in the corner, where screaming could be heard regularly. For a minute I lost my emotionless mask and felt sympathy and an almost overwhelming sense to defend her before I re-gathered my wall and stared on, blankly.

Well? Whaddo you think? It's longer, right? And it was cool! And it had Fang! Weird how she cusses more then he does... I might have to change that... Well she does talk more... But still.

Well, here's the reviewing thingy-mobob-jiger-raccoon.

Haha, raccoon. I remember in Science class learning about the Endoplasmic Reticulum... Mr. Foster said we could call it the ER and I blurted out, "Emergency Raccoon?" What? It was the first thing that came to my mind! And I wasn't exactly listening... I was writing this! That's a good excuse! Right?

Anyways,

5= 2 weeks

10= 1 week

15+= Very very soonly! (As soon as my beta gets to it :D)

And since I feel so HORRIBLE, I'll try to post another one tonight.

I LOVE YOU GUYS!