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N/O/C (notes on chapter): This is semi-au, in the way that I made up the blog entry. Everything else is the same.
Fang
The blackness swarmed around me. My seething was contained to one target: Dylan. I had tried to get over Max, I really had. Focusing on Maya and my mission helped for a while. I even went a few days without her crossing my mind. Slipping back to her every time was not a process I liked. It would begin with everyday butt-kicking. You know, Erasers, One Light converts, that kind of thing. I would think I saw her - a flash of brown hair and wings. It would be Maya, and the hurt would soak me again. Now, as I beat up the practice dummy in the middle of the night, pretending that it was the juvenile clone, I realized that I was very far from being over her.
I had to read her blog.
I carefully brushed my hair back, the sweat from my workout holding it away from my face. In our base, the abandoned Squee-Z-Cheez factory, was large enough that we split up – the whole Gang was in completely different sections. We kept in touch by cellphones, and only sparingly. My laptop was on my bed, AKA a crate with blankets thrown inside it with a ratty pillow. I opened my laptop to face the unnatural light of its screen. When I plopped down, the noise echoed before the warehouse fell silent again. I Google searched, "Max's Blog" and found it in almost record time. The latest entry had been posted only hours before. I almost stopped myself – I had my reasons for avoiding her life. But I was sucked into the words.
Today Dylan and I went flying. The wind was great, and I felt like everything was right, for once. Do you ever feel that way? You may not for long, with the quack scientists running around these days. We landed in a Redwood – the only one for miles. A headache started pounding on my temples. The Voice hasn't spoken to me in a while, and I haven't sprouted frog legs or anything, so I don't know why it happened.. I have the feeling that something is about to happen, though…I just hope we're ready.
My jaw tightened when she talked about things being right in the world with him – Dylan. I know I left her, but I thought she'd understand it was for her safety. Dylan convinced me to go. He doesn't belong with her. I hope he hadn't hurt her. Or touched her. My lips almost lifted into a snarl. I wasn't there to protect Max. Dylan had to step up, but he better not be making a move on her. Eventually, we would have to team up for some particularly sinister sicko to be killed, but I swore if I saw Dylan, I wouldn't control myself. He wouldn't touch Max again.
That, I promised.