so, hey! another update! Yay! This one's not really long, but its not short either so... Whatever. You know, average. Hey, for anyone wondering, there will be romance between Coral and another character, but the 'who' is a surprise! There are a lot of mysteries when it comes to Coral, but all will be clear soon. Promise. My thanks to:

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Odd Happenings: part 2

Fang's POV

When I woke up, I could move.
hooray!
It was great. Except for, you know, feeling like jello that had been sitting in the sun too long. As in, weak, pale, and really, really hot. I felt my forehead, and instantly pulled my hand back, stinging pain shooting through my hand.
ow. What the heck?
I looked down at my hand, to see that I burned it. It was red. And it really, really hurt.
I pressed it to my chest with my non-burned hand and got up slowly. Wobbling to the doorway, I heard Max yelling downstairs.
"think I don't know what's going on here? First those weird lizard things, then Fang, and now Nudge?" She sounded outraged.
Nudge? What happened to Nudge?!
I half walked, half stumbled to the stair railing, and used it to hold myself up. looking down, I saw Max yelling at a scared and confused Coral, Iggy and Gazzy trying to comfort an obviously freaked out Nudge, and Angel looking up at me.
"Fang. You woke up." She chirped, the only happy person in the room.
Five more heads swiveled up to see me and I waved meekly.
"Fang!" Max said, sounding relieved.
"How long was I out?" I croaked.
Iggy smirked, but still managed to look a little concerned. "Two days."
Two days?
"Yup." Answered Angel, and I started trying to make my way down the stairs.
Max hopped up the stars with ease and gaped when she saw my hand.
"Fang! Your hand! How could you have-"
"Dunno." I interrupted. "Just happened."
"I couldn't have 'just happened'. Now tell me."
Angel looked at me, surprised. "He did like this." She answered for me, then put her hand to her forehead, demonstrating.
Everyone looked confused.
"You burned your hand by touching your forehead?" Gazzy inquired.
I shrugged, and Max reached foreward to feel my head. I ducked,out of the way, then fell, a result of my oddly weak muscles.
"Well don't try it." I said in a 'no duh' tone.
"Could it be fever?" Coral asked, sounding worried, and Max glared at her.
"That high?" Iggy answered.
"Well, we aren't exactly average joes" Gazzy pointed out, and looked up at me.
"I do feel really warm." I murmured, though not exactly helping.
"You don't say." Max said sarcastically, raising her eyebrows.
Oh gosh... This heat is unbearable.
Angel looked at me quizzically, then did a half giggle. "Can we put a match to his forehead to see if it lights?"
We all looked at her, and Gazzy laughed.
Can you guess who hasn't said one word? You guessed it.
"Nudge?" I questioned from my sitting place on the stairs.
"I can't... Can't feel them... It's so... Quiet..." She muttered, then turned to me, and practically screeched. "FANG! FANG IT'S SO QUIET! IT'S NOT THERE! I CAN'T FEEL THEM! WHERE DID THEY GO! WHERE DID THEY GO! NOTHING THERE!"
"Nudge, sweetie, we know, we know. It's not there. Please calm down." Max cooed, the looked at me and added quietly, "since yesterday, she's been having fits about something not being there. We don't know what she's talking about."
"Can't Angel read her mind and tell us?" I asked.
"I can't." Angel murmured. "The only thing in her mind is, 'they're not there! It's so quiet! I can't feel them!' It's really weird."
Nudge was muttering quietly to herself. "So quiet. I can't feel them."
This is starting to look suspicious. All these weird things only three days after a strange girl shows up at our house? I glare at Coral, and she looks at her feet.
"Max?" I said, and she looked at me.
"What?"
"I'm sitting on the stairs."
"No duh, Sherlock." She retorted, but helped me down the stairs to the couch across from Nudge's chair.
I sat slowly, and leaned back, closing my eyes.
And instantly set the entire couch on fire.
"HOLY CRAP!" Shrieked Max, yanking me off the flaming fabric.
Gazzy grabbed the fire extinguisher we always kept handy after the exploding cheez-whiz incident. Long story. He ripped off the safety and started spraying down the flaming couch, making loud fire truck noises.
"Wee-ooo, wee-oooo, wee-ooo"
"Stop it Gazzy!" Max yelled. "You got it! You're just ruining the couch now!" He let go of the trigger thingy and cackled wickedly.
"That was soo awesome!" He laughed. "Iggy was that you?! How did you do that!?"
Iggy smiled. "No, I thought it was you! Fang, did you do that?! It sounded totally wicked! Gaz, descrbe!"
"Well, Fang sat down on the couch and layed his head back, then the instant he closed his eyes, WHOOSH! The whole stinki'n couch lit on fire! Not like, little stove-top fire, like a ginormous Bon-fire! It was way cool! Fang how'd you do that?!"
I shrugged, looking at my burned hand.
What the heck just happened?

Coral's POV

HOLY CAFFINATED SQUIRRELS! Fang just lit the couch on fire!
Why do these things happening?! And why does Max think I'm responsible?
Speak of the devil, she turned around to glare at me. "I CAN'T BELEIVE YOU! ALL THESE THINGS KEEP HAPPENING AND YOU HAVE THE NERVE TO ACT ALL INNOCENT! IM NOT STUPID Y'KNOW! IF I DIDN'T HAVE FANG AND NUDGE TO WORRY ABOUT I WOULD SO BE KICKING YOUR STUPID BUTT RIGHT NOW!"
I could practically see horns sprouting from her head.
Maybe she's also 2% demon.
I saw Angel stifle a laugh. Y'know, Max she's a lot scarier when she's icily calm.
"I'm just as freaked out as you are, Max, and I'll have you know, it doesn't feel good to be blamed for everything just because you're new! I'm only thirteen you know, and sometimes I just wish people would stop treating me like I was..." My voice quieted.
That person I used to be. The one I was before... Before... Before I...
I couldn't even continue in my thoughts.
Max looked furious. Angel looked puzzled. Nudge looked freaked. The guys were still talking about the furnuriture explosion.
Then there was me, who was staring at her feet blankly. On the inside though, I was crying. I was angry, and sad, and traumatized.
And terrified.
Of myself.

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