Hey guys. Yeah this is one of those really dumb author notes. But if you read this I will be your slave for all of eternity.

This is my first fanfiction so feel free to criticise or maybe even... praise?

Anyways, before I start, I have to say a few things. Don't skip this.

I found fanfiction while going through these comments of fangs blog in Maximum-x, and I was like "OMG this is genius!" So I've been going on fanfiction for a year reading other people's stories. Then, just last night I decided I was going to write one based on my actual fantasies. The main character here, Jasmine, is actually me (except a lot prettier, smarter, more talented etc...). I know all you fangirls out there have daydreams about actually having a close relationship with Fang... 'Cos that's what I do.

Well, I can't think of anything else to say at the moment, so ENJOY. ;)

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PROLOGUE

Third person's POV

Four Whitecoats and Two other men, one in a suit with a label on the front pocket of the jacket reading THE DIRECTOR, gathered around a window that looked into a large metal walled room. They watched a sixteen year old, dark haired, young girl fighting a group of flyboys. She was tall, tanned and skinny. Bruises covering most of her body but she seemed to ignore her injuries, as if they weren't there. Her long, shiny, hair was tied into a ponytail with a piece of dirty string. She was wearing a torn, stained night gown, ripped short so she could move better in it. But her best feature was her face. A long nose, pouted lips and pointed chin. Her cheeks slightly rosy with the adrenaline rush. And lastly her big, bright green eyes. All in all, she was quite breathtakingly beautiful. Her eyebrows were furrowed in concentration.

"Her muscle's are extremely strong, just look at the way she fights!"

"Fast, strong, quick reflexes. She's the best creation by far."

"Her breathing's only going up by zero point five percent. Incredible!"

"She hardly needs to try at all!"

The director was impressed, certainly.

"Open the door," He told his assistant, "I want to speak to her."

"But sir-" protested the mousy, thin haired PA.

"No buts. Now open the door." He said. Not bothering to look at his assistant, knowing he would be fumbling for his keys, muttering profanities under his breath. (AN: Profanities- Look it up.)

The door opened with a whoosh of steam. The girl looked up, knocking the last flyboy to the ground.

"Experiment J000-" He started.

"It's Jasmine." She cut him off. She had an English accent and it was a soft voice, lulling. But it had an edge of steel, making the director flinch and want to step back a little.

"Right, Jasmine," He said, "I'm Impressed. Defeating three hundred flyboys in twenty minutes, quite the record."

The girl raised her eyebrow but didn't reply.

"I'm under the impression that you gave some of my scientists a hard time yesterday." He said.

Again, the girl stayed silent. The director sighed.

"Look, I'm going to be quite frank with you," he told her, "If you don't start being cooperative, we'll just put more tests on you."

This time the girl spoke.

"And I'm going to be quite frank with you," she said, looking him directly in the eye, "If you put more tests on me I'll be uncooperative even more, if you set more flyboys on me I'll fight harder. And even if it kills me, at least I'll be away from this hell hole." This time, the director did step back. The girl smirked.

Interesting, the director thought to himself, she thought of that whole statement in seconds.

The girl turned, flicking her silky, dark brown hair in his face and walked away.

Jasmine's POV

I smiled inwardly. The look on his face was priceless. If only I had a camera. After a couple more tests, two whitecoats led me back to my cage.

"Move it girly," one of the whitecoats hissed.

If only they knew what was about to happen, I thought to myself, then they probably wouldn't be so curt with me.

The one that hissed at me stood by the door while the other bent down to unlock my cage.

Before they could register what was about to happen, I snapped my leg up and caught the bent over whitecoats face. He yelled and rolled over on the ground clutching his nose which was gushing blood. I turned to the other one and kneed his groin. He doubled over in pain. I quickly karate chopped his neck paralyzing him.

I looked over to the one with the broken nose. He touched his face then looked up at me, his eyes flooded with fear.

"Head wounds always bleed a lot," I told him, and then I indicated to his nose, "But you might want to see to that before it sets that way."

I grinned, and took off running. My footsteps echoed in the hallways. I turned left, right, left, right...

Come on! Come on! A door, a window ANYTHING! I though helplessly.

AHA! I found a door. I knew this door. This was the exit for all of the staff. How do I know this you say? Why loyal reader, it's because I pay attention to my surroundings, I get a feel of the place. And I plan. Sure there was security but I could handle that. I just needed to get out.

I burst through the door and met twenty or so flyboys. I quickly got through them. Hey, I've had worse, and the adrenaline rush was definitely helping. I shot through two more doors. And then I met the smell of sweet air that I had craved since forever. Sweet, fresh air.

I laughed gleefully. I snapped out my wings and took off into the sky. Swooping and gliding. I felt free, I was free.

"SO LONG SUCK- ARGHHHH" at the same moment as I was saying my farewells I got a shockingly painful headache. It felt like my brain was exploding. Images and pictures, voices and noises flooded my mind. The pain was everywhere.

I started to lose altitude.

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Me: whoa! Awesome right!

Fang: suuuuuuure Coughcoughlosercoughcough

Me: grrr

Fang: though I gotta admit I like the character jasmine, she reminds me of max.

Me: Well, jasmine is based on the better ME. So you're saying you like me.

Fang: I don't like you.

Me: yes you do.

Fang: no I don't.

Me: do

Fang: don't

Me: do do do do do do.

Fang: yeah, whatever.

Me: OKAY, Did you like it? Did you? Did you? Did you? REVIEW.

MY FIRST FANFIC, SO REVIEW! I WANT AT LEAST 6 REVIEWS, before I continue.

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