Hey guys! So, um, I have no real excuse for the long wait. But I did just realize where I wanted to go with this story! (I had no original plot-line thingy before.) And a warning, this probably will NOT have a happy ending. It will have romance, drama, violence, maybe some steamy stuff if you want it (I'll do anything for y'all, truely), and so, so, SO much more drama. That is a promise, my lovelies. I will try never to make this boring, ever. And this story is going to take a turn none of you were ever expecting, and fast.

(Sorry for the many upcoming cliffhangers ;D Oh, and the cussing. It's going to get nasty..) ENOUGH OF ME AND MY TALKING THOUGH!

(Not editted.)

Song of the chapter: Breath of Life by Florence + the Machine.

I was looking for a breath of life;
A little touch of heavenly light,
But all the choirs in my head sang "no"
(not sure what it means... Just simply sounds all badass and depressing. Two of my favourite things!)

Max POV:

I hated doing this, I hated, hated, hated it. I glanced to the ceiling, clenching my eyes shut and reaching out to anything of celestial guidance. I prayed for a sign, a sign that I could escape this fate. I didn't want this.

The world came back to me in a rush, no, literally. As in the air rushing from my lungs as if it couldn't wait to be released. I dropped to my knees and swung my legs around as I planted my palms to the gritty floor for some traction, the tip of my foot almost hit them in the back of the knee, but I was intercepted by another. I looked up, and began to start worrying for my life severly. I was in the ring with two fucking giants. One, to me, resembled an angel. Pure, white, innocent except for the pure bloodlust in those lightning-strike blue eyes.

The other was the angels opposite. A fallen angel, an angel of death. He had jet black hair cut in such a way, I couldn't believe it hadn't been ripped out. Long and flippy, it became an option of attack. I fell back, letting myself go limp. They weren't fooled in the slightest, flinging me into the wall; I brought my foot up and used my flying momentum to launch me away from the wall and into my angel of darkness. (No kidding, if I wasn't trying to kill him and vise-versa, I'd want to snog the living daylights out of him. Don't judge me, I'm still a teenage girl, okay?)

I crashed into his ribs and thought I may've heard the snapping of a rib, although I wasn't sure. I did a quick flip as he crashed into the ground, practically straddling his neck. I could easily pick up then drop my knee onto his neck, then watch the life fade out of it. The reason I didn't? I made a mistake. I looked into his eyes, those familiar and black as midnight eyes grounded me. My world stopped, and I heard nothing. Pictures flashed through my mind and I gripped my head, begging out loud for it to STOP.

But he and his partner showed no mercy to me. None. The blonde gripped my shoulders and threw me onto the ground beside his ally while I was struggling to keep the screaming and writhing in agony at bay. (And, no, it wasn't working very well.) The death angel had gotten up, and he planted his knee into my gut. I lifted my eyes to look into his again, and began to plead in my mind. A tickling feeling sparked in my stomach, and worked its way through my veins. I stopped screaming abruptly, the two staring weirdly at me when my face went blank. I didn't know what it was, but it felt... Natural, yet completely unnatural.

It wrapped around my heart, and my thoughts were frantic; what is going on? Was I dying? Somehow I knew the last one wasn't true. The pleading for life in my head became a chant. 'Release me, child of the night.' The voice that'd spoke in my head wasn't my own, and I felt my eyes drag downwards to my arms, held securely above my head by the white headed attacker. Lines raced up my arms, glowing blue and gold. Shining like a light I'd seen in my dreams, as well as my nightmares.

Nightmares, my thoughts turned dark and commanding. 'You will release me.' The lines in my arms froze, and retreated; my skin normal for a second. Then they flashed back faster than ever, burning into my skin a black and red ink in jagged lines like that on an old heart monitor. Both the boys looked at each other, a look of terrifyed realization in their eyes. I felt the grip loosen on my shoulder, then jerk completely free when the ring doors slammed open, armed men storming in and attempting to grab us all.

I didn't need to think to act, I ripped my wings through the closed-back shirt and rocketed into the dark sky, some-what fresh air speeding into my lungs. I should've looked back. I might've been able understand and save myself from this if I had, for the wings on my back weren't truely mine. Black as obsidian, terrifying as the war between Heaven and Hell, were my wings. The tips tinged gold. That would've been my first clue, I would've understood. But I didn't look back. I was free.

Fang POV:

I looked at Ignateous, better known as Iggy. He looked as scared as I knew I was. The 'police officers' morphed quickly into black-hooded figures. One stepped forward, freeing the innocent, unknowing, trapped human soul from my body. The locks on my mind released, and I remembered everything. These figures were taking us back home, to plan our next course of action. We had unknowingly just started the war, the war between the two major domains. Heaven and Hell would clash, Light and Darkness, Good and Evil.

And the world would fall. All because of the one named Maximum.

Ahahaha, I just confused you all! ;) Review any questions for me, and enjoy this cliffhanger while I go work on the next chapter. And yea, its really short, I'm so sorry!