A/N: I've had this idea on my brain for awhile, but I wanted to finish my fic Strike Up The Band first. So here it is. :D

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The Lost Love Chronicles

Chapter 1 - A Plan By Any Other Name

The whitecoats entered Room 235 in search of Experiment GSMH1110, also known as Fang by the other experiments. He had escaped earlier when he was being taken to the training field to test his stamina during fighting.

Then ten-year-old boy crushed himself further into the small space he was hiding. He wasn't going back to that field to be ripped to bits be Erasers. Again. So far, he was the only one of the human/avian hybrids to have been out there. Everyone else just ran the treadmill and did mazes and quizzes.

"Oh, Fang. We won't hurt you," the scientists coaxed. "We'll just need you for a few minutes, then you can go back to your little friends. We promise."

Promise. What did that mean to him? None of them ever kept their promises. They were cruel and only cared about themselves.

"Aha! There you are, you little miscreant." The elder of the two grabbed Fang by his overly long hair and hauled him out into the corridor.

"Oh, Fang. Tsk, tsk, tsk. We thought you knew better than to run off. You know what we do to trouble makers, don't you, now?" Fang carefully kept all fear off his face. The lizard girl, Liz, in the cage across from him told him about The Chamber.

He just couldn't stop the shudder that ran through his small frame. Liz had just barely survived. And she was only in there for accidently spitting on one guy's shoe.

His mind went into shut-down mode as the men switched directions, instead bringing him to the bottom floor. Together, the men opened the heavy door and shoved Fang inside, abruptly slamming the door, locking him in.

Fang stood in the same position, almost like a statue, for what seemed like days. If he so much as moved an inch, he would be impaled by one of the sharp spikes surrounding him. And right then, he'd rather keep all his blood and organs inside his body.

At long, long last, a woman released him from the prison and led him back to his cage. She waited patiently as he slowly climbed into the safest place he knew. As she walked off, she called over her shoulder, "Batchelder will be in to feed you soon. No acting up, either, GSMH. There are far worse places than what you experienced today."

"Fang, what's wrong? What was she talking about? I was worried about you. You were gone for so long." His best friend Max reached out to him through the bars of her own cage.

"Fang! What did they do?! You're crying...," she gasped out.

He quickly reached up. And sure enough, the traitorous tears were there, never relenting. He tried his best to sober up. "Nothing, Max. Nothing you should worry about."

"But, Fang, I-," the door closing cut her off.

"Kids, gather 'round." What ever happened to just giving us our food and leaving? Fang wondered. He didn't trust those guys. Even if the others trusted this one.

"We have to get you out of here," Jeb began. "They've slated you for termination next week."

"What's termination? Is it another maze? Oh, I can't stand those mazes, 'cause they burn up your feet when you stop and-," Nudge would have kept going, if Jeb didn't put his hand over her mouth.

"Shh. This is a secret. Now, I do have a plan."

Max puffed out her chest and tried to look brave. But Fang could see the real Max. The Max that was scared witless of being killed. "What's the plan?"

"Tomorrow night, I'll trip the fire alarm. The staff is trained to evacuate the building immediately and not come back for at least 30 minutes. I'll come get you when they're all out. If we can just make it to my car, we'll be just fine. No one will be the wiser. I have a house for us far away from here. And we can all put this behind us."

Because it'll be so easy to ignore the wings patched to my back, Fang thought, nearly rolling his eyes.

"Oh, oh! We need to name the plan! Every good plan has a name! Like... Operation Set Off the Fire Alarm and Set the Bird Kids Free!"

Jeb ran a hand through his hair. "I'm not sure that's quite right for the job, Nudge."

"What about Operation: Fly, Babies, Fly?" Gazzy pipped up.

"Closer I suppose."

"Operation: Ponies?" little Angel suggested.

"Okay, okay! There aren't even ponies involved. The name does not matter. It the plan that counts."

They nodded in understanding. They were ready to bust out!

"Now, just go ahead and eat your dinners." With that, he left them to their thoughts.

"Fang," Max whispered.

"Yeah?"

"I'm glad you're my friend. And I'm glad we can get out of here."

"I am, too, Max. I am too."

As the children drifted off to sleep, they couldn't help but think of their visions of the outside world.

A/N: I hope you all liked it. There will be little kid Fax coming up soon, don't worry.

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