"Hey Fang!" Iggy's voice broke through the eerie silence that had followed Max's collapse and Fang's head snapped over to where it was coming from. Thankfully Iggy hadn't found him yet. Instantly his wings retracted, but his shirt and hoodie were still ripped to shreds. Quickly Fang took off the thankfully black jacket Ryder had been wearing and he pulled it on zipping it up. he needed to get Max to his place before she woke up and started telling people that he had wings. Normal people wouldn't think twice about putting her in an asylum but they would come after him again. That couldn't happen.

"I just remembered, I left some things that I need in my locker." Fang called rounding the corner. Iggy was looking around in confusion.

"You're kidding right?" Iggy snorted with a shake of his head. He looked down at his watch and swore. "Max, sorry I can't wait for you my mom is gonna have a fit!"

When Iggy was a safe distance away Fang rushed back to Max. Ryder and Damien showed no signs of waking up any time soon so he decided to just leave them. Max on the other hand he knew he had to help. He cut two long slits down the back of Ryder's hoodie for wings space and picked Max up bridal style feeling as light as a feather (haha!) because of the increased strength that came with his wings. Max stirred in his arms and he sighed. he was so screwed.

Max's P.O.V.

Ugh, my head was killing me. I sat up with a groan, my eyes squeezed shut. how long had I been asleep? I'd probably missed school already. I had the most freaky dream! Fang had wings! And he knocked out Ryder! Ryder! One of the best junior assassins I know! Yeah far fetched I know but there's no limits to dreams is there? when I opened my eyes I thought I was in my room but when my vision focused I realised that I wasn't surrounded by cream walls.
"Thought you weren't gonna wake up." A bored voice came from the corner and my head snapped over to Fang who was tapping away at a laptop.

"Where the hell am i?" I asked looking around the totally black room.

"My house. I don't exactly know where yours is." He clicked the laptop shut and stood.
"Why am I at your house?" I wasn't liking this. Swung my legs over the edge of my bed, my hand going down to my concealed knives.
"Looking for these?" Fang was holding up the glinting silver weapons. "Before you have one of your little fits I noticed them when I was carrying you ok?" he added quickly.

"You going to answer my questions or not?" I snapped.

He shook his head putting the knives in a drawer.

"Me first."

I glared at him angrily.

He didn't move or even shift uncomfortably. Idiot.

I huffed and crossed my arms.

He took this as his cue to continue, "What do you remember?" the question was simple and right to the point but the way he said it made me hesitate.

His eyes bore right into me almost to the extent that I was the one shifting uncomfortably.

I opened my mouth to answer several times but came up with nothing. What I'd dreamed- or thought I did- what if it wasn't a dream? Oh god that meant he had wings! I suddenly felt very woozy.

Fang leant forward watching me carefully. "You ok?" his voice was filled with concern.

My head was swimming with so many thoughts I was sure I would black out again. No! get a hold of yourself Max! that inner voice shouted and I took a deep breath.

"You mean the wings? And the fact that you knocked out Ryder because you can fly?"

His eyes held relief much to my amazement. "So you remember that." he nodded thinking for a minute, "If you tell anyone they'll think your insane you know." He said simply going to the black cupboard and pulling out a black hoodie.

I snorted, "Like I don't know that."

"What are you going to do then? Tell the cops I'm a freak and demand they check my back? Because just so you know they won't find anything." His voice was as piercing as my knives.

I stood up angrily, "God I don't give a shit. Why on hells name would I go to any cop? They wouldn't believe me even if I told them you were dealing frickin coke." I hissed grabbing my bag off the floor and making for the door. before I could even blink he was in front of me standing at least a head taller. "If your trying to scare me Fangy boy its not working." I sneered.

His eyes searched mine for a long minute until he straightened up. "Can I trust you Max?"

Ok unexpected question but before i could think about how to answer that I spoke. "Can I trust you?"

A smile ghosted across his features, "You know every other person who's seen them won't even come near me afterwards."

I scoffed, "What? Do you think because you have wings that I won't deck you in a second?"

He seemed to have relaxed by now, obviously me going straight to insulting him like usual was the right choice. "You'd punch me even if I had a second head." he chuckled and I felt my tense muscles relax slightly too. I couldn't help it, when he walked over to the bed my eyes were trained on his back. There was nothing out of the ordinary, even in his fitting black shirt there was nothing visible.

"You won't be able to see them." He said simply like he knew what I was looking for without looking at me.

I glanced away rather embarrassed at being caught staring. "You have wings but I can't see them? How does that make any sense?"

He shook his head leaning down to dig in a drawer in the beside table then I noticed the thin slits in his shirt, the material overlapped so they were hardly visible. I picked up the hoodie he had thrown on the floor when I went for the door and found the same cuts made in it too. "And how do you have wings anyway?"

That got his attention. He stood up with his phone in hand his face blank but his eyes like an open book. He was- scared? Wow ok. "Long story." He whispered.

"I have time." I said firmly when he went back over to the desk to fiddle with a few things there. he's keeping himself busy, but why? When his back was turned to me I came up behind him and ran a finger over on of the slits. "These for your wings?" I was barely able to finish my sentence before there was a burst of black and where seconds before my fingers had been on material they were now gently touching soft jet black feathers.

Now I was sure my eyes were like saucers but I managed to compose myself quickly enough before Fang spun around, out stretched wings hitting the walls because of their length. My hand dropping to my side I eyes his wings with interest. They were stunning. "Wow, they're beautiful." I admired ignoring Fang's stiff posture letting the tips of my fingers run along the massive expanse of feathers. I felt a shiver run through him and he pulled the wing out of my reach closer to him until they were almost completely blended into his black clothing.

I was curious so once again ignoring Fang I moved behind him to eye where they connected with his back, soft downy black feathers around where they met his back. "They're apart of you. Freaky." I mumbled wondering how he got them.

Suddenly they were gone and instead of looking at two wings I was staring at Fang's back void of all things birdish.

"Whoa." I blinked a few times still just a tad surprised.

"Don't touch my back." Fang said sternly turning those really impossibly dark eyes on me.

I I took a step back holding my hands up in surrender. "Sorry."

He sighed and his hand shot up to his hair. "No one's ever found out before." He said in way of apology.

I shrugged, "Don't blame you for not blabbing it about." I brushed it off like it was nothing but really I had my mind stuck on record so I could scrutinise everything later when he wasn't right in front of me. "So you gonna answer my question?"

He raised an eyebrow.

"How'd you get them?"

His eyes lost all emotion and that wall went up again.

Grr he's so frustrating!

"Oh come on, why won't you tell me? What do you think I'm gonna do? Grow a pair of my own? To tell you the truth I'm scared of heights so you don't have to worry about that."

He seemed to think about that for a while.

"Ugh, while you contemplate whether or not to tell me I am going in search of food." I told him leaving the bedroom. It wasn't exactly a big apartment so it took me only about five minutes to locate the kitchen. I helped myself to a packet of popcorn and plucked it in the microwave and leant against the counter looking around. It was a really simple kitchen with black counters and black floors but everything else was white. I wondered back out to the hall and was rather surprised to find them bare, usually there would be pictures of little kids and parents and all the happy mushy moments but instead they were plain white walls. Ok?

"Where are you parents?" I asked cocking my head to the side when Fang appeared at the top of the stairs. His eyes flashed with something I was certain was pain but he masked it quickly.

"Dead." He said simply.

Well that wasn't mentioned in his file…

"Oh." Was al I could say shifting uncomfortably. When the microwave pinged I was pulling out the bag before Fang could blink. Of course because I'm really smart I opened the microwave and picked up the packet. "Crap!" I hissed dropping it back down. "Stupid popcorn." I grumbled sticking my fingers in my mouth.

Fang just gave me a funny look, "What now you've moved in?" he asked gesturing to the popcorn still sitting there mocking me in the microwave.

"Eh, just think of me as a very annoying houseguest." I said around my fingers so it ended up coming out more like Eh thust fink'v me ath a vewy amoying houth guetht.

He just shook his head again. He really likes doing that.
When I was sure the popcorn was cool enough for me to handle I picked it up carefully eyeing it evilly. It had it in for me I'm telling you because when I opened the top of it I got a facefull of really hot steam.

I glared at it and threw it down on the table. "I hate popcorn." I stated and I swear he chuckled but tried to cover it up by coughing. "You're not fooling anyone you know." I said jumping up on the counter.

He didn't say anything (Surprise surprise) but threw his phone at me. "I have things to do."

"Aw nice, just kick me out." I sourly said and Fang jut shrugged. "Have you made up your mind yet?" I asked and he nodded. "Well? You going to tell me?"

"There's no reason for you to know." And then he turned and walked back up the stairs leaving me on his kitchen counter trying to keep myself from going up there and ordering him to tell me before I kill him –literally- and then I remembered that he still had my knives which I was not going to leave with him because those were bloody expensive and I liked them besides if he saw what was engraved on them and figured out what it meant I was toast.

"Gimme my knives back." I ordered opening his bedroom door but he wasn't there. I could have sworn he came up here. The window was open and me being m curious self decided to check it out. my head popped out and I looked around but there was nothing. Damn.

"God, why the hell can't you just leave?" Fang groaned in frustration and I looked up. He was sitting on the roof with his legs dangling over the edge and a peeved expression on his face.

"Not gonna get rid of me that easy." I sang gripping the top of the window and pulling myself out onto the almost none-existent ledge. I pressed myself against the rough wall and moved my hands up onto the piping rimming the roof.
"Max no!" Fang gasped but it was too late, I'd already put too much of my weight on it when I attempted to pull myself up. The piping broke and I lost my balance. And then I was falling but of course since this is me we're talking about the building was about 15 floors high. And Fang was in the penthouse. I think you get the drift. So here I was falling to my death without a single ounce of fear in me. I guess that's what happens when you lie with death every day of your life. There was a dark shadow above me which I guessed was from the building but then said shadow came closer and closer and two wings suddenly shot out and I was wrapped tightly in a pair of strong arms.

Ha! Four pages! You so cannot complain! Lol. So is that ok? I know most of it is really random but eh, whaddya gonnu do? And just before any of you ask cause I know you will Iggy does not know about Fang's wings ok? And no, no one else has them.

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