A/N: I do not own Maximum Ride the series, or the characters. Please, enjoy!
Fang POV
Max... It was like an alarm had gone off in his brain the way the name shocked him awake. His eyes flew open on a completely unfamiliar room, yet he'd been in similar places before. Ah, yes: a lab. Great.
Fang's mind went into hyper drive. How had he gotten stuck in the lab in the first place? Last thing he knew, he'd been flying sky high away from the Flock, his gang below him, Maya at his side. He remembered the burning Paris, and Angel… Oh God, Angel. She was dead wasn't she? Pain filtered through Fang's being as the memory made its way to the center of his thoughts. Little Angel, dead. She'd only tried to help, and now she was a burned piece of rubble.
For once in his fifteen or so years of life, Fang was glad when a voice interrupted his deep thoughts.
"Ah, Fang. So glad we could meet again." A voice said silkily, threading its way sickeningly toward his strapped-to-a-freaking-table-self.
Fang recognized the voice slightly, and strained to see as a figure was suddenly illuminated in a flash of light as the scientist flicked on a harsh lightbulb.
"Ouch," Fang muttered, attempting to free his right arm so he could cover his eyes. He had to settle for a violent squint, still attempting to make out the figure standing in the doorway.
"Sorry, young fellow," the voice said, sounding not the least bit sorry. "But I'm not about to let you take Max from my son."
The figure moved into Fang's line of vision. Through dark bangs, Fang could make out the figure perfectly. Muttering a foul word under his breath, Fang gazed upon his almost-murderer: Dr. Gunther-Hagen.
Dr. G.H. moved to stand over him, smiling wickedly, and Fang glared at him for all he was worth.
"Aren't you supposed to be in the loony bin?" he asked, smirking. Then his world went black, and his last thought was: Someone keep Max safe…