A/N: I'm having serious writer's block, so I hope this pleases you guys. Sorry if it doesn't! .-. I'm trying. Hoping to update every 2-3 weeks 3 Might be publishing some short fics, instead of complete stories.

Fang POV

Max is gone. My Max is gone. I have always been considered "the rock" of the flock. I have always been the one the rest of my family turned to when their emotions got in the way, when they were vulnerable. That moment was completely different.

All I could do was watch as Max was led away from us; towards a descending helicopter that I'm sure was meant to take her back to the School, the place responsible for our childhood tortures and for our messed up lives. I couldn't even think about what they would do to her after that, what they would put her through. Just the mere thought of her and Dylan… in a nest… made me want to rip his freaking head off. But of course, since everything was going just as planned, I was being held down by three erasers, with a broken wing, nose, and from what it felt like, a few broken ribs. I was helpless, I was useless, and I couldn't do anything thing, not one thing, to save the girl I loved.

The helicopter rose slowly of the ground, and I followed it with my eyes until I could no more. Then and only then, after what felt like ages, did our captivators let us go.

Did they really think I would let them go that easy?

From the minute the last Eraser released it's grip from my shoulders, I delivered several roundhouse kicks to it's chest. I couldn't stop. I need to take them down. I needed them to pay. I needed to feel like I actually tried to save her, not like I just gave up on her.

Once all three erasers were crumpled to the ground, unmoving, I slowly made my way towards Angel, Iggy and semi-conscious Nudge. I untied them swiftly and quickly. Iggy and I carried Nudge back to the house and laid her on the couch, as Angel followed behind quietly. We were all shell-shocked. Max was our leader, our foundation, or everything. We were sitting in out living room silently, as Iggy tended to Nudge's wounds, until Angel broke the silence.

"So what's the plan, Fang?" She asked.

"Plan?" I replied.

"To get Max back." She answered. Honestly, I really didn't know. I mean, my girlfriend was just abducted by her psychotic ex-boyfriend, Gazzy just betrayed us, and my world was pretty much just turned upside down and torn apart piece by piece.

"Fang?" Iggy asked, turning my attention back to the conversation. Two pairs of blue eyes stared back at me, and all I knew was I had some serious decisions to make and many questions to answer.

After what seemed like hours of apprehensively awaiting my response, Angel broke the silence for a second time.

"Fang! Snap out of it! I know you care for Max as much as we do and we just can't just sit here feeling sorry for ourselves. We have to act, and fast. We, of all people, know what Dylan and the School are capable of." She says reluctantly. I don't think I've ever had time to acknowledge what a beautiful young lady Angel is growing up to be. She's already extremely mature for her age and she's been through a lot more than most 40-year-old men have gone through in their entire lifetime.

"She's right Fang. Dylan and the School are bad news individually. Combined, who knows what they will be able to accomplish. We have to make some choices to make, and fast." Iggy added, just as Nudge began to gain conscience on the couch beside him.

"I have made them." I replied, my voice raspy from having been silent for so long. "I'll get Max, you stay here with the girls."

"But Fang!" Angel protested. I motioned for her to stop so I could continue.

"You guys have been through enough because of Dylan and the others," I spat at the mention of those horrible beings, "the majority of which happened while I was off being the biggest jerk I could be, wandering around the whole friggin' continent like a chicken with no head.

It's my turn to save her.

My turn to risk my life.

My turn, not your's." I finished. It was completely true. Ever since I had abandoned Max and the Flock, I could never wash away the guilt of throwing them under the bus and leaving them to fend for themselves. I couldn't live with myself if something happened to them on my watch. I was the one who need to save her.

It was turn to sacrifice.

My turn to risk.

My turn to kick some serious ass.

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