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Max's POV

We all have our choices. We have the power to choose. Everyone does. Yet, still, I am stuck in a dog crate, waiting for Them to find me. To have their power of choosing to take me out of here, to be free again and to feel air beneath my wings, which were stiff and sore. It had been a month now, and I was marking time. But, there was no progress.

I twitched angrily at that thought, my feelings raged in all sorts. It had been six. Six long, cold and hard months. I counted on Them, I knew that they would come back, but I was foolish. Stupid. I was fifteen, and no one was there to care, no one to be there to be happy with. There was nothing to have smiles or joy about.

I wouldn't eat, the whitecoats came every morning, a full tray of food. I refused. I couldn't touch it. I would die, no one would notice. My face was pale as ever, and I was deadly thin.

Remembering that day… that night…

Flashback-

We were settling down, in a big patch of woods in Northern Colorado. We had a fire going, and we were cooking hot dog meat over the flames of the fire. Gazzy and Iggy were having a 'Burning Tongue' contest, seeing how many pieces of steaming meat could be eaten in ten minutes.

I laughed a little bit when I saw the Gasman's face after he shoved in yet another piece. His eyes were watering.

This show continued on, and soon I ushered the kids to bed after shoving a few bottles of water to the two 'contestants'.

"I'll take first watch." I said, after everyone was breathing soundly. Fang glanced up at my face to see if there were any dark circles under my eyes before nodding and curling up into a ball.

"'Night Max." he whispered.

"'Night Fang." I replied back into the darkness.

And that was the last time I ever saw Them again.

--End Flashback

I hurled my fist at the bars of my crate, forming a huge, giant hole. I yelled in anger. I might be thin and pale colored, but I was strong. Anger stung in my blood, my eyes showed the revenge I was going to do if I ever saw their faces again.

Flashback -

I smiled in triumph, we had destroyed one of the main Itex plants, and that was a big jump. Even Fang looked happier, feeling the accomplishment.

We just had three more, and we save the world. It felt as if I could do the rest, we had gained confidence. We were going to do it.

I turned my head to see all of them-

Iggy, Nudge, the Gasman, and my little Angel, high-fiving and hugging with glee.

Fang was right next to me, and I could feel his relaxed glow rubbing off.

These people were my family. They're the ones who kept me alive. The ones I needed, needed to strive.

--End Flashback.

My eyes widened in vexation. How could I think that at all, they left me to die. Never will they be my family. I slammed my head against the crate, making a huge dent. These thoughts needed to stop, I couldn't handle it.

I gritted my teeth. They made me into this, not even trying to come and take me away.

I trusted them.

And guess what?

I'll never do it again.

A/N:

Yeah, it was a bit dramatic, but you'll understand later.

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