I don't own MR

Max

FLUFFINESS

DRAMATIC STUFFLES

CLIFFHANGER

I literally almost posted that as the chapter. Anyways, enjoy!

Max

Fang thought I was asleep when he left. He thought I was completely and utterly unconscious as he cautiously crawled out of bed, replacing the covers that could never make up for the body heat that radiated off of him, keeping me warm and safe throughout the night. He quietly changed out of his pajama pants, pulling his jeans up to his hips, awkwardly fiddling with his belt until he had it fastened tightly, then plucked his tee shirt off the floor and dragged it on over his head. Finally, he tugged his converse on before heading out the door with his backpack, which was always ready to go.

I knew exactly what he was doing, but I couldn't stop him. If Fang truly didn't want to be with me anymore then I didn't want to be the cause of his turmoil.

He quietly slipped out of the room, the only trace left of my precious boyfriend being the slight scent of his blueberry shampoo lingering on his pillow. I sighed, slowly pulling the pillow to me and hugging it close, feeling tears well up in my eyes. I forced them back though because I just couldn't let myself be this emotional. People come and go, that's what life is. A constant revolving door full of old and new faces.

For a long time I stayed awake, my heart beginning to slowly wither away, breaking off piece by piece and crumbling to dust in my stomach until finally, my despair swept through me like a nightmare, forcing me into a deep sleep.

"Don't go. Don't leave me," I begged, hugging onto Fang's waist as tight as I could. I didn't know why, but I was on my knees, clutching onto Fang like he was my final life preserver.

"Get off of me," he snarled, kneeing me so hard in the gut that I flew back a couple of feet. Pain like no other sprang through me and my instincts knew. I knew, but I didn't want it to be true.

"Fang," I coughed out, and he only scowled at me.

"Pathetic bitch," he growled out, turning towards the door. I forced myself to my feet, my legs wobbling as I leaned against the wall for support.

"No. Don't go! What about 'I love you'?" I demanded. He had said it so many times; how could he contradict such meaningful words?

Fang laughed at me, his eyes full of humor. "People lie, Max. That's life. You should be used to it by now, yeah?" He shared a grin with me I had never seen before. It held no light and only showed how psychotic he really was. "I'd do anything to get in that dull head of yours, to twist you around until you broke. It was fun while it lasted, but you're broken now, Max. And nobody likes broken toys,"

Fang left me there, leaning against the wall, cut and bruised…. and broken. But right now, that's not what I cared about. I cared about the fact that my stomach was in twice the amount of pain it should have been in. And even though there was no doctor to tell me, I already knew why. Fang had killed his own child.

My eyes snapped open and I pushed myself up into a sitting position, looking around as I forced myself to breathe in and out slowly. With a sigh of relief, I realized it had only been a dream. A horrible dream.

Slowly, I laid back down, feeling sweat bead down my forehead as I caught my breath. I rested my hands on my stomach, thinking about our baby. Why was I so attached to the little thing when it wasn't even certain that I would have it? I stared up at the ceiling in curiosity, thinking to myself. "Well, little guy… or girl, I hope you're in there," I finally whispered into the darkness, glancing down at my stomach. I hadn't really gained much of anything, and I had already lost track of how far along I should have been.

"It's funny, when I first found out about you I didn't even think I wanted you, but then your dad talked to me and I, I don't know, he convinced me. I think I really want you now. It'd be nice to have some sense of normality in my life. You'd be my normal little boy or girl. You'd be mine," I smiled weakly, glad I was alone. For the moment I felt like I was in my own little world, just me and my potential child. There was no one to judge me, or change my own judgement. Just my own thoughts fluttering into the air, disappearing with each word.

"Well, if I'm going to have you, you need a name," I decided after a moment. "I think Fang and I will think of a name for you tomorrow. It's silly to already have some in mind, but I do." I began to fade back into a humble rest, mumbling out different names I thought might be good.

Gradually, I began to drift off, until I was almost asleep once more. Just as a dream began to take me into it's world, I heard the door creak open. My heart lept in joy and I felt my pulse grow faster at the prospect that he was back. I heard a faint rustling and then the slight creak of the bed as someone laid down next to me. Within moments I felt Fang's strong arms around me and instantly curled into him, elated by the fact that my Love was back; that he hadn't left me.

"I love you," he whispered and I hid the grin that threatened to stretch across my face.

"Love you too," I mumbled sleepily and fell asleep tucked into Fang's arms; safe and sound.

When I woke up the next morning Fang was still sleeping soundly next to me. I smiled and brushed his dark hair away from his closed eyes, kissing his forehead gently. "Don't ever leave me," I whispered more to myself than him, and in response my precious boyfriend blinked open his eyes groggily and grinned weakly.

"Wouldn't dream of it," he promised, and pushed himself up on his forearm to kiss me softly. Fang's nose pressed against mine as he looked into my brown eyes with his dark ones. "I love you too much to leave." For awhile we just stayed like that, lost in each other, neither of us wanting to be the first to walk away, until finally I looked down at the blankets and climbed out of bed. My fingers linked together as I stretched them over my head and yawned.

"I'm going to take a shower," I started for the connected bathroom, smirking to myself as Fang stood up and headed that way as well.

"I'll come with," he offered and I rolled my eyes, walking into the small room and slamming the door in his face.

"In your dreams, Hotshot." I joked.

"Oh you are… every night," I could just picture the stupid grin on his face as my feet pressed against the cold white tile. My fingers tightened around the hot water knob of the shower and I quickly spun it on, laughing as the brass door knob jiggled.

"Fang, I'm not letting you in until after I've showered and am fully dressed,"

"Why?" My boyfriend oh-so maturely whined. "Nothing I haven't seen before,"

"Because we have to act like mature human beings with restraint," I negotiated.

"Puh-lease. We both know I'm about as mature as a 4 year old on a sugar high," Fang pointed out. I shrugged to myself.

"Glad you can admit it,"

One steaming hot shower later I was back in my room, fully dressed in a pair of jeans and an old tee shirt with some sort of band logo on it I didn't bother to pay any attention to. Fang was currently taking a shower of his own and I had yet to leave my room. I listened to the familiar ticking noise of the water pounding against tile-flooring as I threw my pajamas in my own backpack.

After it was zipped up I fell back on our comfortable bed, closing my eyes and just listening to Fang loudly singing out of tune, more for my own amusement than for his. I chuckled a little, but Fang's bad voice slowly became the least of my worries as my thoughts travelled back to my nightmare and one-sided discussion with my baby.

Now that Fang had these anger issues spring up, was it possible that he would hurt his own child? He couldn't… could he? On the off-chance Fang could do such a thing we needed to have a deep discussion about it. Even though I wasn't very deep… or good with discussion for that matter, this was important. Our baby was important. If his or her life was at risk I needed to address it as soon as possible.

The obnoxious pitter-patter of the shower water halted all at once, leaving nothing more than the ear-splitting noise of a mere drop of water bouncing on the floor every few seconds. Within five minutes Fang had opened the bathroom door and was in our room.

I opened my eyes, sitting up to find a towel wrapped around his hips and him smirking at me as I stared at him. "I'd ask if you liked what you see, but I already know the answer," Fang had the nerve to wink at me.

"Jesus, Fang, put some clothes on so we can talk,"

"Oh, we can talk just fine like this," he started, but I didn't let him continue.

"Fang, I'm being serious. We need to talk." I couldn't stress the importance enough, but Fang must have gotten it. He quickly changed into his clothes while I examined my shoes, before taking a seat next to me on the bed.

"What's wrong?" He asked, a slight hint of panic in his voice.

"Well, I don't want you to take this the wrong way but…" My voice trailed off as I tried to think of a way to say what I needed to say.

"Max, what?" He asked harshly.

"I had a nightmare last night," I started, waiting for his reaction. It was a mix of relief, followed by a new kind of stress. "And it was about you- well, us." I paused once more, waiting for Fang's reaction. However, he had turned into a brick wall, void of any and all emotion.

"Oh," he mumbled and I reached for his hand, intertwining our fingers together and squeezing. Fang squeezed my hand back, giving me a small sign that his anxiety level was just as high as mine was.

"Before I tell you what I'm worried about, I want you to know that I'm not accusing you of anything, and I love you so much, and it's probably just a nightmare, but- but I just got a little paranoid," I explained and Fang nodded once, signaling for me to continue.

"Well, you were leaving, and I didn't want you to, and well, you kind of kneed me in the stomach and killed the baby," I spoke quickly, each word running together with the last. I could see the concentration in Fang's eyes as he tried to pull each word apart and understand the meaning behind it all. Finally, after what felt like ages,I saw a certain shift in his eyes that told me he knew exactly what I had said.

For an eternity he didn't say a word, and then, finally, his mouth opened and words spilled out. "So you think that these sudden anger issues would cause me to stoop as low as to kill my own child?" He accused aggressively, and I felt a drop of fear enter my veins.

"No, I just, I just think-"

"What do you think, Max? God dammit! Stop stuttering like an idiot!" He growled and I winced.

"I just think that it should be brought to your attention so you don't accidentally do something like that," I said finally, and once again silence fell over us like a suffocating blanket.

"I can't believe you would even think I would do something like that," Fang snarled, getting to his feet. It was then that I realized that his anger had taken over him once again.

"Fang, calm down," I pleaded, but he wouldn't listen.

"Shut up! Max, I don't want to hear your irritating voice right now. Leave me alone!" Fang shouted before storming out of the room, slamming the door shut behind him. Part of me wanted to run after him, but the other part wouldn't let me forget my nightmare. I argued with myself for a moment before going against my better judgement and running after my boyfriend.

"Fang wait!" I called, sprinting down the stairs just in time to watch him open the front door. "Fang, don't go!" I called, quickly catching up to him, only for him to turn around and smack into me. He stumbled out the front door and landed on the concrete porch, rolling down the three steps that led to the entrance. While he was tumbling down, so was I. I fell back onto the glass coffee table, feeling glass shards break underneath me and dig into my skin. Pain reverberated through my back but I couldn't be bothered by that right now because Fang was just laying on the ground, unmoving. As I stood up, most of the glass unlodged itself from my skin and fell back onto the floor.

"Fang! Oh my God!" I exclaimed, hurriedly going over to him while he laid partially on the sidewalk and partially in the grass, a dazed expression on his face. By now, Iggy was on his way downstairs to find out what all the yelling was about, and Ari was limping out of his room.

"Are you okay?" I asked quickly, kneeling down next to him and examining the cut on his forehead. He must have hit his head on one of the stairs.

"Yeah, I'm fine," he groaned out weakly, slowly sitting up. He shook himself out of his daze and turned to me, sucking in a sharp breath. "I hurt you again," he whispered and I looked down at myself, noticing the blood that was slowly staining my shirt and the piece of glass lodged into my side. I quickly yanked it out, tossing it somewhere behind me and forcing myself to ignore the pain.

"I'm alright, Fang. But your head, that's more important right now," I insisted, rubbing some of the blood that was dripping down his forehead away, leaving a smeared red mark in its place. "What am I going to do with you?" I joked, kissing his cheek. Fang looked up at me, forcing a small smile, trying to pretend I wasn't injured so he wouldn't have to suffer from the guilt.

"Oh my God, can you guys please refrain from having rough sex? Is that too much to ask?" Iggy asked jokingly to which Ari sped his pace up only to see two people sitting in the grass, both bleeding and looking utterly worried about the other.

"Fang, what the hell did you do?" Ari snarled out threateningly, and I looked up at my older brother, torn between joy and fear. Thankfully, we were somewhat back to normal, and even though I knew we still had a long discussion to go before Ari fully forgave me, at least he was still looking out for me.

"I um… Ari, I didn't mean to," Fang said, looking as guilty as a puppy that had just chewed up a shoe. My brother sighed deeply in response and shook his head in obvious disappointment.

"God, you're one annoying little freak, aren't you?" Fang shrugged weakly, and looked at his shoes, getting caught up in the braided laces.

"Iggy, you need to make sure Fang's head is okay-"

"Oh, it's not. It doesn't take me to tell you that," Iggy cut in, making a lame joke like always. I rolled my eyes and got to my feet, holding my hand out to Fang who gratefully took it. I hauled him off the ground and watched closely as he swayed, fully prepared to keep him from tumbling over completely.

"Just see if he has a concussion or something," I ground out through clenched teeth, annoyed by the fact Iggy was making jokes when Fang could very well be one nap away from a permanent coma.

"Alright, alright. Come on Fangles, let's see what you did to yourself," Iggy muttered, grabbing Fang's arm and roughly pulling him into the house. Ari stood outside with me for a moment, before shaking his head once more.

"You got a keeper there," he muttered sarcastically, and I grinned like an idiot.

"Sure do." Together we walked back into the house and while Iggy tended to Fang's busted head, Ari started plucking small pieces of glass out of my back. I had tugged my shirt up to the back of my neck and held it there while Ari worked on me. Every time I managed to get a piece out it felt like a shot. One annoying needle pinch after the other. The first few times it hurt, but as it continued to go on my back went numb and it didn't bother me anymore. There was just a small tingling sensation followed by another.

"Normally I'd get Lupo to do this, but, you know, with her turning into a hollow shell-"

"Max, don't say that like it's her fault." Ari scolded, and I rolled my eyes.

"Ari, she's turned into a freaking vegetable. She's going to starve to death if she doesn't wake up and smell the coffee."

"It's hard on her, Max. How would you feel if you lost your baby? Gah, I can't believe I just said that," Ari muttered, but I stopped focusing on his voice. How would I feel? Broken, lost, depressed, hurt, and so much more. But could I really let myself lay in bed and not eat? Could I really watch as the people I loved fell apart with worry for me? Of course. I'd want them to understand my pain, my sorrow, even if I wasn't intentionally doing it. Maybe Lupo just wanted somebody to empathize with her.

I thought back to the harsh words I had said to get her out of her stupor, and felt the first hint of regret. I didn't need to be that cruel to her. After all, losing a child, even if they aren't born yet, had to be a big deal to some people.

I looked down at my small stomach, thinking back to my nightmare. "If I lost my baby, I don't think I'd feel at all anymore. It'd hurt too much to feel," I finally decided and Ari paused in his work. I could feel his eyes boring into the back of my head, and wondered what he was thinking about.

"Maybe that's what Lupo's doing. She's trying to numb it all out," he suggested, and I nodded once in understanding.

"Hey Ari?" I began.

"Yeah?" My brother responded and I adjusted my hold on my shirt.

"How come you aren't acting like Lupo? I mean, it was your kid too," I pointed out, and once again I could practically hear the gears creaking in his head as they spun around on hyper-drive.

"I think it's because I've been through a lot worse than her," he finally answered. "Like, she hasn't gone through all the horrible stuff I had to."

"But you both were experimented on," I pointed out.

"Right, and I'm not saying her life wasn't hard. Because it was. Very hard actually. But it's just, I've gone through worse believe it or not. And I've adapted to pain and suffering better than Lupo. She always needs to come out on top, and losing something as precious as a child, well, it just takes away a part of her. Of course, Iggy knows her better than me so he can probably explain this all better," Ari explained. "Alright, I got all the glass out, now we just need to bandage you up."

I watched out of the corner of my eye as Ari rummaged through the drawers and cabinets in the bathroom we were in for some sort of bandages.

"You know, I think you know her better in a sense." I shrugged to myself, as if it was no big deal what I had said, but Ari seemed to be taken aback by it. He almost choked on his own spit, and didn't look at me again until he had finished bandaging me up. "Maybe not in the whole 'what's my favorite color' way, but you understand her pain better than Iggy ever could. " I expanded on my theory, looking to Ari for a reaction.

"That's a nice thought, Baby Sister, but I think you're wrong," Ari said.

"And I think I'm right."

Somewhere close by, an alarm screeched for help, threatening to deafen my ears. Lights flashed like a strobe light, momentarily shocking my vision into blindness. I looked around, desperately searching for some sort of shut off switch, but you kind of need your eyesight to do that. I groaned in frustration, turning towards Fang's general direction as I tried to blink the light out of my eyes. "Dammit Fang! Why did you have to rush into it? I told you they had laser beam thingies!" I exclaimed, walking over to the stupid boy who had managed to trip over his own two feet and fall right onto the laser sensors.

"Well, you could have told me you weren't joking!" Fang muttered as he pushed himself up back onto his feet. I swear, he was about as graceful as a three-legged elephant without his wings to keep him from hitting the ground.

"I'm sorry, I didn't realize that you would think I joked about alarms when robbing banks!" I snarled over the shrieking noise. "Let's just get the money and get out of here before we both go to jail!" I hurriedly sprinted over to the counter, hopping over it and walking through a back hallway where the alarms weren't quite as loud. Maybe the place was broken off into sections.

"Max, I'm sorry. I'm just too good to be bad," Fang tried relentlessly to make me smile as he caught up, following me to a huge metal vault that was five digits away from revealing all the money stored inside.

"Obviously. I'm never bringing you with me again. You're as useful as a freaking rock!"

"Rocks are useful," Fang pointed out and I rolled my eyes.

"For throwing through a window, yes," I grinned at him deviously and laughed as he gulped in terror.

"Alright, I say we have ten minutes before the Donut squad get here. Fifteen if they were asleep when they got the call." I quickly calculated before moving to the door of the vault.

As I did, the bank suddenly silenced itself, every wail for help cut off immediately. I reached my hand up to the earpiece in my ear and pressed a button. "Thanks, Ari. Those things were giving me a headache. Alright, what's the code?"

"Hold up, I just have one more digit… got it! Okay, seven, nine, two, four, eight." As my brother spoke each number, I quickly pressed it in, along with the enter button. "Okay, third row from the bottom, forth one across. There's at least twenty thousand dollars," Ari told me and I yanked the door open, immediately heading for that slot.

"Ari, they all need keys," I muttered.

"Don't you have Anger Issues with you? tell him to Hulk Smash it open," Ari muttered.

"Haha, very funny Ari," Fang grumbled as he pressed down on his own earpiece.

"I try," Ari said and I could just hear the smirk on his face.

"You know, speaking of anger issues, I think we should probably talk about what I'm going to do," Fang added.

"What do you mean?" I asked, only partially listening to my boyfriend as I pulled a bobby pin out of my pocket and began opening each slot, starting with the twenty thousand one. Fang quickly began shoving the money into a trash bag as he spoke.

"Well you know, I can't just stick around anymore. We have our baby to worry about and I don't want to hurt him or her."

"Fang, do we have to do this now?" I asked as Ari directed me to a slot that had about ten thousand dollars in it.

"Well I mean, now's as good as time as any. And this way if I snap then I can be used to take out the police force,"

"Can we please not joke about it?" I asked. "Whatever's wrong with you-" I started, but cut myself off at the hurt look on Fang's face. I couldn't blame him. It's not everyday somebody you love tells you there's something wrong with you. "Fang that's not what I meant," I backtracked, pausing in my pickpocketing work.

"No, you're right," Fang mumbled.

"Well I shouldn't have said it. You look like I just slapped you- oh crap, I did it again!" I banged my head against a metal slot, sighing to myself.

"While you're at it, you should say something about stabbing him in the back. That'll really make him laugh."

"Ari!" I exclaimed, irritated with my brother for bringing up this morning's incident. I glanced over at Fang, worried to see his reaction; only to find him stuffing money in the bag, mumbling under his breath.

"Fang, don't listen to him," I walked over to my boyfriend and gave him a hug, forgetting about everything else but him. He obviously needed me right now, more than Benjamin Franklin did. I felt Fang's strong arms wrap around my waist and he rested his chin on my head, sighing.

"I think I scare myself more than I scare you," Fang admitted and I shook my head.

"Don't say that. You don't scare me."

"Yeah I do, Max. I can see it. I'm telling you, I need to leave for awhile-"

"No. I'm not letting you. If you love me, then you won't leave." I stomped my foot in determination, crossing my arms over my chest.

"But I love you so much I have to leave, Max. What if I do end up killing someone? What if I end up killing you?" Fang asked.

"No. No you wouldn't-"

"This is the police! Come out with your hands up! I repeat, come out with your hands up!"

So this is the longest chapter I've ever written for this story (4600 words) and I hope you guys like it XD Please review!

So,

Question of the Chapter:

Do you think Max and Fang are going to jail?

Soar on

VR