Hey guys! This is Hurt originally published by ViridianLight, I'm just taking over since she doesn't have time. You can find the link to the first three (four if you count AN) on my profile once I put it up there.

Disclaimer: Neither I nor ViridianLight owns Maximum Ride, and I should hope that neither one of us commits the punishments of torture as seen here. And kids, do NOT try this at home. We are what you might call professionals.

/-/-/-/-/-/-/I love pain. I am Edward Sullen. None could ever love me.-/-/-/-/-/-/-/

Fang got out of bed. His back was healing, but still painful. He felt terrible about what he had put Max through, but it was better than what his father would do to her.

Flashback

Fang covered his ears as screams rent the air. The large, burly men, hired by his father, beat a woman senseless before plunging a knife into her joints, just far down enough to hit bone. First fingers, wrists, elbows, shoulders, hips, knees, ankles, feet, toes. Then they drew light, painful wounds across her forearms, stomach, and legs.

All the while Fang's father held his shoulders so he had no choice to watch the torture.

Fang watched his mother die as he held her in his arms.

Now, he walked to the kitchen, hardly different from that time. What was once his mothers' blood was now his. What was once coated in crimson was now stained once smelled of burning salt and rust was now an overwhelming presence.

But there was one thing that had not changed, the throne in the center of the room. It's tall and imposing occupant looked as though he never slept, but was well groomed just the same. His cold black hair was slicked away from his face, exposing angular features and cruel, malicious eyes. It looked as though he never aged, not a single gray hair, though he was over forty. Not a single wrinkle, no spark of emotion other than wicked glee at the thought of his own son, flesh, blood, and appearance, would be tortured.

The only thing that kept Fang from bolting out that door in a heartbeat and running as fast as his tired, abused legs could take him, was Max. He would die if anything happened to her. Well there you go, said you would die if something happened to here, and yesterday you THREW A KNIFE AT HER SHOULDER! It's a miracle she survived, much less would forgive you.

Well, that's ok. She would be better off without me. It's the reason I broke up with her in the first place, so she could have a somewhat normal life. That, and I didn't want my dad involved with this.

Too late for that. Someone must have blabbed, otherwise this wouldn't be happening.

Yeah, Dad would go on with his rape/murder lifestyle, and I would succeed him in the company, and the rest of the world would go on like no one had known I was abused.

"Son," his pitiful excuse for a father said, "Will you forget about the girl Maximum?"

"It seems I don't have a choice since you are making me torture her, now do I?"

"ENOUGH!" His father roared. "Your insolencee must be punished! You will obey me, and make my wishes your own!" He took out another whip, this one braided around shards of steel, the tips of knves and other sharpnel, and cracked it across Fangs chest, just deep enough that it would take days to heal.

All for Max. Fang thought, She doesn't deserve to be hurt like this.

/-/-/-/-/So, what did you guys think? Tell me, and I will spare Fang from being murdered by Max, his dad, and any other unseen forces./-/-/-/-/