Ok, first fanfic but I have had it on my mind for like, forever!

This is set in the 2. MR book where Max gets caught and put in that isolation tank. Its after she's talked to Jeb.

It's too dark in here! God, please get me out of here! It's not even dark. It's just—nothing here! No sound, no light, no darkness… just a big fat nothing.

I tried to move my wings again, but I just didn't know how! What had those freaking whitecoats given me anyway? I was just so weak. I couldn't do anything but breathe and blink. Ok, so I could move a little, but in this big full nothing, it made to much noise.

I don't know how long it was since I had talked to Jeb, maybe ten minuets or perhaps two hours, but suddenly the top of the tank opened and light flooded inside.

I instinctively closed my eyes and tried not to cry out this time like I had the last. I felt a pair of hands grab me and pull me out of the tank. 'Stop touching me!' I yelled inside my mind.

The owner of the hands dropped me down on the floor, and my hands flew up to cover my eyes. 'Jeez, light!' the whitecoat (At least I think it was a whitecoat since the hands wasn't all furry and stuff, but you never know.) Just stood over me waiting for me to get used to the light so that I finally uncovered my eyes and looked up.

The person standing over me was a young male, probably in his mid twenty's, and was wearing a white coat. And the thing that really bugged me the most, was 'His hot!' No! Ew, Max! He is a freaking whitecoat! With muscles like a movie star under that tight sweater beneath his coat.

The whitecoat smiled dangerously seductive showing of a row with flawless white teeth. "Morning Max. how are you feeling today? My name is Doctor Volchok." Morning? Huh… That explained the brightness.

I just kept glaring up at him with a look that said 'Get.The hell.Away.From.Me!' He smirked at that. "You know," His blue eyes locked on mine. "When the other scientist's talked about you, they never really mentioned that you were this hot." He crouched down so that our eyes were at the same level. "I mean, with a hot shower and a little smile on that pretty face of yours, I could be looking at a supermodel!"

Oh my god. Was he serious? How much more pathetic can a whitecoat get? Flirting with an experiment.

"So," He said, his hand coming up towards my cheek. "How about you and I have a little fun? Just us and no one else, promise." His hand touched my cheek and I jerked my head away from him while thinking 'WHAAAT!? You have got to be kidding me! WTF is the matter with this dude?' But of course my face was only filled with just a hint of annoyance. The wonder of pokerface.

(A/N) Ok, for anyone who watches The OC, I got my inspiration from him (Volchok, the guy who kill's Marissa) and I totally visualize him when I think of this whitecoat.

"Oh come on. It will be fun, I promise," He said reaching for my chin again, this time yanking it towards his face with a lot more force the necessary.

He laid his other hand on my thigh, starting to stroke up towards a no-no place. I balled my fist as tight as I could as I threw a punch aiming for his gut. Unfortunately, whatever those freaks had given me, it seriously slowed me down and made me like a weak eight-year old (And unfortunately, not a Gazzy kind of eight year-old.) and "Doctor" Volchok easily grabbed my hand and stopped it long before it had reached its destination.

"Aw, don't be like that Max! I know you want it more then you let on." Was this guy serious? "Fuck off, jackass!" Was my brilliant respond.

"Well, I asked you nicely. It would've been so much easier you know. But since you apparently are going to stick to the whole 'no thank you' thing and not give me what I want, I am just going to have to take it."

And with that he let go of my face, only to pull back his hand and then forcefully bang his fist in to my left cheekbone. I had to give him that, those muscles, yeah, not just for the good looks.

If I had been my fully self, I would've sat right there and not moved because of that punch, or I actually would have kicked his ass. But that fucking (sorry) drug those people had given me made me way to weak, and I slammed down hard on the floor, hitting my head kinda hard. 'Ow!'

Before I knew it, I felt his hands down at my pants line, quickly opening the button and pulling down the zipper.

I tried pulling my legs up to keep him from actually pulling my pants down, but he responded in a kind of negative way and took it out on my face again. This time hitting my jaw on the right side of my face.

My hand went up to where he had hit me and to my surprise he got off me. I opened my eyes, only to get my hopes crushed when I saw that he was pulling off his coat and sweater.

'Fucking six-pack!' Was the first that came to my mind. But then I noticed his hands going down to his pants line, opening them, then stopping. He looked down at me with a smirk that could literally make me throw-up. "You like what you see, don't you. I can see it in your eyes, so don't even think about saying no."

Huh. He wasn't touching me or near me. Why am I just laying here?

MOVE MAX!

Oh, right. Moving away from the sexist-pig. Got it. Thanks voice.

(A/N) Just so you remember, this is still just the second book, so Max knows little about her voice.

I started looking around for an escape, but there was only one door, and Mr. Pig was standing between us.

Uhm… voice…? A little help here?

The window Max. NOW!

I got up to all four as fast as I could and started crawling towards the window. Shitt, not fast enough at all! Stupid drugs!!

Just as that last thought was in my head a foot came banging against my stomach and I rolled around like a football and hit the wall, hard.

"Ow…" I moaned in pain as I tried to get the sense of which way was the floor and which way was the roof.

"You try to do that one more time, and I will cut your face up with this scalpel." He held up a shiny knife looking object and I gulped. Where the hell did that come from?

He walked over to where I was and bent down over me. His face hovered over mine for a second before his lips forcefully (and not in that good way) crushed down on mine.

I couldn't help it. What was I supposed to do? Just lay her while he raped me? No fucking way!

I turned my head away from him, so that his lips were on my neck instead, then I started screaming, hitting and kicking whatever part of him I was in contact with.

He pulled away from me when I managed to get in a pretty good kick in his groin. "YOU FUCKING BITCH!"

(A/N) I apologies the language, but in that situation it just has to be some swearwords.

I once again tried to move away from him, but he stepped on my arm with his foot and squeezed it so hard to the floor that I let out a scream.

What the hell? No, Maximum Ride does not scream when she's in pain. God, what's happening to me? My eyes were widen with fear. Yeah, I know, fear! Where the hell was my poker mask, where was my murderous face?

"I warned you once, and I'm gonna say it again, or actually, I'm gonna give you a little preview."

He took the scalpel which was in his right hand and bent down to my arm, the one still under his foot.

He slowly slit my arm up, starting almost from my armpit and downwards towards my elbow, only stopping 3 cm before it.

I screamed out in pain, but only when he was done cutting my arm. What was going on with me? I don't scream!

You're in shock Max.

Well what the hell do I do? His gonna cut my face next!

It was quiet in my head for a few seconds before the voice answered. I'm sorry Max. There is nothing you can do. You're just going to have to lie still while he…

Did the voice just sigh? Was it sad?

I'm so sorry Max. I'm so sorry…

And that was the first chapter everyone! I don't know when I will post the next since I haven't written it yet, but it's fall vacation now, so I think it will come soon. (Fall vacation is a Norwegian thing, yes, I am from Norway so sorry if the spelling is wrong, and it only lasts a week.) but I repeat, this is my first fanfic so please be nice. R&R please!!