AN: This is my first fanfiction, so please don't kill me if it sucks. I'm too young to die!!!!!!!!!!!! :'( Don't kill me if Fang is slightly OOC either, he was on drugs!
Full Summary: Max and the Flock get their memories erased and their wings removed by the whitecoats, who try to give them "normal lives" to make up for what they've done in the past. Max and Fang go to a normal high school without the knowledge that they are completely not normal. Max and Fang hate each other, but what happens when they meet a witch who is determined to get them together? She uses a spell that is practically "foolproof". Kind of a modern Beauty and the Beast, but not exactly. Same concept, though. And things get even more interesting as Max and Fang's powers start showing up again. The rest of the flock may show up later. Will they stay all human or will they find out about the past the whitecoats are keeping from them?
Max POV
I couldn't believe it. They were actually going to go through with the operation. I could imagine the whitecoats doing this, but with my own mother's consent? Never. We were in a plain white room with a lot of white fancy-schmancy pristine scientisty-looking equipment. There were uncomfortable-looking hospital beds with straps for arms to go through. And those straps looked almost unbreakable. There were tools for surgery on tables next to the chairs. I saw something that looked like a scalpel. There were sinks and cabinets behind the chairs. The medicinal smell was making me light-headed and dizzy, but I fought the urge to throw up in one of the sinks. I was getting claustrophobic because of the lack of windows.
"Don't do this!" I screamed. I saw my mom's face fall, and she looked sorry.
"This is for the best, Max. You'll have the normal life any teenager should have." She really believed what she was doing was right. Fang was standing next to me, glaring at the whitecoats. He didn't say anything, but I could tell he wanted to rip them all apart. The only thing that was keeping him from doing that was the M-geeks that were restraining us. They were freakishly strong and had weapons. Crazy M-Geek + Gun = Dead or Seriously Injured Bird-Kid. The only thing that was keeping the M-Geeks from killing us to get revenge for the deaths of their fellow brainless robots who had died at the hands of the flock was because the whitecoats were convinced that they would so something good for us for a change. Good in their opinion, at least.
"You'll never take us alive," Gazzy said menacingly, but the scary effect was ruined by the little quiver in his voice at the end. He was so dang… cute when he tried to act all macho.
"Shut up, Gazzy. They have good intentions, but I wouldn't want to make them mad if I were you," Angel warned. She was reading the whitecoats' minds. So I guess they weren't lying when they said they wanted to help us. They were just going about it the wrong way.
"Can I ask how erasing our memories of our lives as the flock is going to help us?" the sarcasm in my voice was obvious, and my mom flinched a little. The rest of the whitecoats still seemed to believe that they were being absolute angels by doing this. Jeb just looked at me pityingly, like he knew something that I didn't. I was reminded of the look on his face whenever he used to tell me how everything was all about the "bigger picture".
"Max, don't you want a normal life? You can forget about your wings and everything bad that has happened to you. We can create new, normal identities for you. You can forget everything," my mom asked, pleading with me. I almost gave in and went along with this operation willingly. She was my mom. Maybe she did know what was best for me. Fang stepped closer to be and put his arms around my shoulders comfortingly. I was reminded that if I let them do this… I would forget all about Fang. So soon after we got together. My hormonal teenage side wouldn't have that.
"No damn way," I said coldly. Fang squeezed my shoulders in approval, and I smiled. Together, we would get out of here.
A whitecoat walked into the room. Nobody had noticed him come in until he cleared his throat. He barely seemed to notice the tension in the air. He turned to Jeb, ignoring everyone else. "Jeb, we have to start the operations now. We have a planned schedule for everything and we can't afford to fall behind."
"Fine," Jeb said, nodding his head.
My mom looked at me. I glared at her, but she seemed unaffected this time. "You'll see that this is for the best, Max. Erasing your memories of your wings and your childhood will give you a normal life. Max, I know that you want that, even though you don't realize it now."
"I'm sure I do. Very, very deep down. So deep down that it's almost non-existent. Oh, that's right, it is non-existent," I said with as much sarcasm as I could muster. The M-Geek that was holding my arms behind my back squeezed them hard. I couldn't help but give a little squeak of pain. Fang glared at the robot, but couldn't do anything because he didn't want it suddenly attacking him.
"We've wasted enough time as it is." Jeb sounded worried, but not about the condition of his only daughter. He was worried about the freaking time! Shame on you, Jeb. You and your horrible parenting skills are a disgrace to the world and all the crazy evil scientists in it. Jeb didn't even look at me. "Knock them out," he commanded the M-Geeks. Since when was he in charge of the M-Geeks?
"Yes, Master." I saw the M-Geek take a syringe out of his pocket. How are they going to remove my freaking wings? That was essential in giving me a "normal" life, right? This is gonna hurt. That was the last thought I had before the M-Geek plunged the needle into my arm and I blacked out.
Two Hours Later Fang's POV
I guess the whitecoats hadn't even had enough sense to give me enough anesthetic because two hours into the Extremely Fucked-Up Operation (as I had begun to call it), I became conscious, complete with fucked-up, debilitating headache. I wasn't really awake, just more aware of my surroundings than when I was completely unconscious. I felt something was attached to my head that had wires coming out of it that were clamped onto the back of my neck and on my head. I opened my eyes and saw that there were more multicolored wires and needles sticking out of my arms. Strangely, it didn't hurt. Must be the drugs. I really hoped I wasn't on Valium. I shuddered as I remembered how Max had reacted to Valium. Damn, I really hoped I hadn't been spewing love sonnets for Max while I was under the influence of the drugs. Wait. Had I just thought the words "love sonnets"? Note to Self: Stay away from drugs if possible. I was losing my manliness by the second. Another Note to Self: Kill someone to regain manly badassness when this was all over. If I was still alive, that is.
None of the whitecoats had noticed that I had opened my eyes. I had expected to see one stick a needle into me when they noticed. I looked around the room again, and mentally slapped myself. They hadn't noticed because they were all outside the room. Duh, Fang. I'm so smart, aren't I? Don't answer that. I glanced at the bed next to me and felt my anger surge. They had strapped Max there. She was unconscious, but she was twitching and her mouth was open in a silent scream, like she was having some drug-induced bad dream. I wanted to rip the whitecoats' heads off their extremely fat necks for doing this to her. Or cut them up with a chainsaw. Maybe my friend Bob the Vampire Zombie had one. Oh, crap. The drugs were making me delusional. Such pretty colors…
Max was subconsciously struggling in the bonds that held her to the bed. As much I wanted to be the great macho hero and save the damsel in distress (Max would kill me if she found out I had thought that), I couldn't. So I gritted my teeth and looked away. These "good intentions" of the whitecoats were going to make me kill them. What possessed them to think that giving us "normal" lives and erasing our memories was going to make us forgive them for what they did to us at the School? These supposedly smart scientists weren't so smart after all. Heck, I bet Total could be smarter than them, and he's a flying, talking dog. No, scratch that. I bet Iggy is smarter than them. And that's saying something because he thinks building bombs will get him hot girls. I pity the pathetic, clueless bird-kid. Everyone knows that the only way to get girls is to act all brooding, dark, and emo. Kind of like Edward Cullen without the vampirism. And I didn't think he was emo either. Hmmmmmm…. interesting thought. An emo Edward Cullen. Would he bite himself and say that "it hurts so good"? What the fnick? I get doped up on drugs and I start thinking of Twilight? Crap, I can feel my manly machoness dropping again. At this rate, soon, I'll start to wear pink and want to be Nudge's bestest friend in the whole rainbows-and-flowers-filled world! Crap. Manliness just dropped another notch. Fang: 0. Weird Drugs That Exist Only For the Sole Purpose of Turning Fang into a Girl: 1.
I saw a whitecoat step into the room. I closed my eyes quickly, pretending I was still unconscious. I felt his footsteps approach me and I tensed slightly. He attached something to my head. I heard him starting a machine. I wondered if he really was a he. I could have been thinking about a lady as a guy for the past few minutes. Dammit, dammit, DAMMIT. I really needed to get these random and irrelevant thoughts out of my head. I had bigger things to worry about. The machine started making beeping noises. Oh, shit. They were going to erase my memory now? Just a few weeks after Max and I had gotten together. Damn those scientists and their horrible timing. I guess their bad timing was why they hadn't wanted to be musicians. Suddenly, an image of Jeb trying to sing popped into my head. BAD FANG. BAD. DON'T THINK STRANGE THOUGHTS THAT WILL ONLY MAKE YOU WANT TO BLEACH YOUR EYES.
The machine's beeping was louder and more consistent now. I knew that these would be the last moments I would spend as Fang. After this, the whitecoats would create a new, "normal" identity for me. I wouldn't be the same person. On the last few moments, five words were running through my mind. Five words I had never had the guts to say to her. I love you, Max. Forever.
Max POV
Time was running out. I wanted to get up and fight, but the straps that held me on the bed restrained me. How ironic. The Invincible Max has fought against numerous killing machines and won. But against bad-turned-good mad scientists with "good intentions"? She can't even go down fighting.
The machine connected to my head was doing its job. My memory was leaving me by the second. The memory of Fang and me kissing in the submarine when I thought I was about to die? Gone. The memory of our kiss in the desert; the first time I hadn't flown away from him? Gone. The memory of our first kiss on that beach so many months ago? Gone. The memory of the first time Gazzy demonstrated his "skill"? Gone. Well, there's one memory I was happy to part with. Slowly, the whitecoats got down to the earliest memory I had, of waking up in the School in a dog crate. And then that was gone too.
For a horrible moment, I was confused about everything. I didn't know if I existed or not. Maybe I was just a figment of some old guy's imagination. Was I real? Who was I? I couldn't feel anything, and my senses were deprived of feeling. Where was I? Was I alive or dead? For that one horrible moment, I didn't know anything. I was completely helpless. I was just a nobody, nameless. I tried to think, to sort out my thoughts, but my brain seemed to have stopped working.
Then I felt something being injected into my neck and I stopped trying to think at all.
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-CrazyNerdyFangirl a.k.a. Queen of the Vampire Zombies (even though I'm human)