A/N- This is just some stuff from when the flock hasn't escaped the School yet. It's from Max's point of view. The characters might be extremely OOC, but keep in mind that they're a lot younger. No fax, because that's just creepy, considering that they would be really young. The only characters are Max, Fang and a few unnamed whitecoats.

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My legs felt like jelly. I'd been running on a treadmill for hours, while the whitecoats measured my heart rate, blood pressure and oxygen levels. They wanted to see how long I could last before I passed out. I still had marks on my arms from when they'd zapped me for stopping. After about two hours, I'd fainted and a whitecoat brought be back to my cage.

"Psst….psst, Max!" I heard Fang whisper from the cage next to mine.

"Yaeugh…" I tried to muster up a decent response but my brain just couldn't compute anything.

"What did they do to you?" Fang asked.

"Mfgh…running…tired" I mumbled back.

"Oh, okay then" Fang said. "The next exercise they're gonna have you do is a killer. They're testing pain tolerance and healing time."

I snapped to attention. The last time they'd tested that, I ended up with a few broken ribs, a broken arm, cuts all over me and burns. I was so not looking forward to that again.

"Are you serious, Fang? They don't need to test that again! They know my pain tolerance, they know my healing time! They freaking created me!" I whisper-screamed.

Just then, a perky whitecoat came in with a loaded tray. Oh boy.

Lunch.

If I was trapped under a rock for three weeks without eating anything, I still couldn't call that stuff food. If was more like, crushed vitamins, protein powder and assorted chemicals designed to "enhance" our "maximum potential". Depending on the types of tests you'd be doing that day, the sludge was either orange, green or blue. Today was an Orange Day for me, and a Blue Day for Fang. Yummy.

They placed bowls of the stuff in our cages, and stepped back, smirking as they watched us eat. They looked at us like we were prize specimens at a museum or something. Call me sensitive, but I'd much rather be looked at like a real person.

Well, like a 98% human and a 2% bird, I guess.

Once I finished my "lunch" two more whitecoats came in and unlocked my cage. They were wearing masks and gloves. What was I gonna do, infect them with my bird-ness? Whatever. They strapped me to a gurney, and wheeled me down a hallway. They turned a corner and we were in a room. The pain testing room. I could see all sorts of scary contraptions lining the walls.

Oh boy.

Let the fun start.