Fang POV

I was sleeping, blissfully sleeping in the warmth of my covers. I wasn't even aware that my parents had already left for their work (apparently its normal to work 7 days a week) and that I was in the house with only my sister. I had been dreaming about random things, till a loud bang was brought to my attention and sorely woke me up.

I sat straight up in the bed, the cold air hitting my bare skin. I was immediately on hyper-alert, scanning the room for the source of the loud noise. Then I heard steps. Lots of steps. Coming up the stairs of *my* house. The house that I was supposed to be alone with my sister in.

I hadn't even had the time to react and grab a weapon. The door to my room suddenly flung open as several people filed in, making lots of noise.

"WAKEY WAKEY FANGLES! Today.. we go.. BOWLING!" Max screamed victoriously into the air as Iggy and Gazzy pulled me out of bed. I groaned and grumbled. Ella, Nudge, and Angel stood off to the side excitingly chatting about bowling or something. '

"What? Ella? What are you doing here?" I mumbled in confusion.

"Sweet Ella here is helping us with your kidnapping," Max explained innocently. "She woke up early to help the rest of us get ready."

Nudge and Angel forced me into some sort of dark clothing before I was combed and dragged into a crowded car.

"So Fang, have you ever been bowling?" Gazzy asked. Ella looked at me pointedly.

"Nope. Not a day in my life," I answered.

"So Fang, you grab and pinch the ball like this," Max demonstrated. "Then you swing it far back before bringing it forward again and releasing. Make sure to aim right. You sure you don't want us to set up bumpers for you? They make things easier." (AN: Bumpers are these tiny rails that prevent the ball from going into the gutters.)

"Nope, I'm perfectly fine," I assured her. It was my turn. I took a dark blue ball in my hands, and stepped up to the ally. I swung back, then forward, and flicked the ball onto the lane. It sped towards the pins with such accuracy and speed that the pins were there one second and then all gone the next. A perfect strike. I heard gasps, and I also heard Ella laugh.

"What? How?" Nudge asked, muttering a record of 2 words. Ella giggled some more.

"Don't be surprised. Fang used to bowl a lot. He was a champion in the sport. He just lied to you so he could look more impressive," Ella explained to the confused 5.

"Fang! Why didn't you tell me?" Max suddenly asked, snapping out of her trance and slapping my arm.

"Don't worry Fang. Max is just jealous. She's the bowling master of the Flock, but now it looks like she might have some competition," Iggy smirked, looking at Max. She just growled at him.

"Oh! Yes! Eat that, emo boy!" Max yelled as she got yet another strike. People were staring. Keeping a tranquil look on my face, I shot the ball forward. A full on strike. I just smirked at her and went back to take sit down.

"Wow Fang! I never knew you could bowl so well!" Angel complimented. I nodded a thanks. Max nearly got a strike, knocking down only nine pins. She got a spare instead. She stomped around like a 5 year old.

I got up to go to the boys bathroom to pack my stuff and grab my shoes. Our payed bowling time was up and I had already won the entire thing. It was time to go, and I was getting bored here.

I sat down on a bench and began to untie the cheap rented bowling shoes. As I reached down to grab my own, I felt a piece of...paper...touch my hands. I curiously picked it up and examined it.

The piece of paper showed a dark cave carved into the sides of a mountain. In the background there was a whole forest, extending all the way to the horizon of the photo. I wracked my brain, trying to identify the eerie photo. The place looked familiar, but somehow I couldn't connect the dots. How had the photo gotten into my bag? Confused, I stuffed the photo back into my gym bag for safe keeping. I got up and headed back to join the Flock.

"You know Fang, I really like you! Even though you don't talk a lot, you're a really nice person. I'm glad you joined the Flock. Now it's even! Three girls and three boys. Isn't that GREAT? OMG I can't wait to-" Nudge rambled off to me.

"Hey guys. What are you doing here?" Dylan said, hugging a Lissa in his arms. Lissa shrieked.

"OMG Fang! I didn't know you bowled! What else do I not know about you?" Lissa gushed, immediately disconnecting from Dylan and coming up to me.

"We're bowling, Dylan. What else could we have come for?" Max told him coldly. For some reason Max didn't really like this Dylan kid, even though she's probably been with a lot of his kind.

"I dunno, I guess.." Dylan awkwardly said, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Well, we were just going.. See ya!" Max saluted, dragging everyone else behind her. Ella just drooled and stared as she was pulled outside.

"Ooooh.. Ella's got a crush!" Nudge giggled, obviously noticing my sister's reaction. Iggy scowled for some unknown reason.

"OMG, isn't he hot?" Ella nodded excitedly. I gagged.

"Oh shut up Fang, what do you know?" Ella said, slapping my arm playfully and rolling her eyes. I just grinned.

Max POV

I walked up to Iggy silently as he was stuffing his books into his locker for the first day of the week. "Hey, Igs," I whispered, pulling him around a corner so no one could see us. I pulled out the two photos.

"I found these two. There's more to this than I thought.." I trailed off. Iggy grabbed the two photos.

"Wait.. Is this.. Me?" Iggy whispered.

"No, it's just some clone- of course it's you, you idiot!" I angrily huffed. "Turn them over."

Iggy did as he was instructed, and stared at the neat writing on the back.

"Well, this doesn't help. This is basic info. You could find this info anywhere. It could be anyone!" Iggy explained.

"Yeah, well look. What really bugs me off is the blank after my name.. Where it states who Jeb is the father of," I told him, rubbing my forehead.

"I really don't know Max, I really don't know. We will just have to wait and see what comes next. I'm sure it's all just some sort of joke, ok?" Iggy told me, patting me on the back and walking off to class. I stood there, confusion clouding my thoughts.

For some odd reason Coach had called Fang and I down to the gym during lunch. I didn't know why. Probably because we were in trouble.

"Hey Max. Fang. Uniforms just came in, and it's sorta tradition that the two best players get their first choice of numbers. Go on and pick," Coach Anne explained, gesturing to the piles of shirts and shorts. I immediately dove in, looking for number 28.

*Flash back*
I sat at home in my mothers lap, listening to a story. My mom rocked back and forth, soothingly reading aloud those strange markings on the paper. All of a sudden, the book shut close. I looked up at my mother with big questioning eyes,

"Max. What's your favorite number?" my mom asked me, leaning down to lovingly look into my eyes.

"I dunno Mommy..." I had answered shyly.

"Well, I will tell you something. Something that you must never tell anybody else," my mom whispered. I immediately became giddy, excited at the idea of learning yet another secret. "Your favorite number should be 28."

Now I was confused. 28? "Why? That's so random. Why is the number 28 so special?"

"I can't tell you why now, but you'll learn one day. Just always remember that number. 28." my mother told me, gently tucking me into my soft bed and kissing my forehead. "Good night, Max."
*End of Flashback*

As soon as I had found the shirt I claimed it as my own and clutched it into my hands. Fang just searched through the pile boringly, looking like he didn't actually have a favorite number.

"Do you even have a favorite number, Fang?" I asked him.

"No. They're just numbers," he shrugged, pulling shirt after shirt out and examining them.

I immediately started looking for a certain number. "Here Fang, 82. The opposite of me," I told him proudly. Confused, he grabbed the shirt and looked at it. Then he smiled.

"Thanks Max."

OMG that was so short. I'm so sorry. I just wanted to get a chapter up and I hated all the waiting, trying to go slowly. I kinda screwed up here and rushed things.. Hopefully I can rewrite it. But at least I got a chapter up! Even though I got only ONE review last time... And I said a minimum of seven. How about... 5 this time? Minimum of five. REVIEW PEEPS!