a/n: Alright, so far I have had a good response to this, so I am going to post some more. I would have either way though.

Disclaimer: No ownage of Maximum Ride

this is in Max's POV)

Ew.

That was the only thought that came to my mind that I didn't have to censor for Angel when I saw Ter Bocht standing in the doorway.

"Hey, Ig, guess who?" Gazzy said. "It's the dude who wants to dominate the snickers bars!"

Nudge snorted in the cage next to mine. "Max, doesn't his mother dress him too? I seem to remember that. She had bad taste."

"My mother does not dress me."

"Suuure. You just keep telling yourself that." I told him, rolling my eyes.

"You vill not get anyvere vith this stupidity."

"Neither vill you." I said, giving him a death stare.

"Enoughve!" He said. "Ve need the quiet vun vor testing."

All of us seemed to have the same idea at the same time: nobody talked, not even Nudge. Seconds turned into minutes, and then, Gasman broke the silence, doing a perfect imitation of Ter Bocht.

"Vou need da quiet vun. Vich vun vould dat be?" I looked over to Fang, the corner of his mouth twitched upward.

Ter Bocht's eyes narrowed, and he looked at his clipboard. I'm pretty sure that if you look up dumb scientists in the dictionary, a picture of a weird looking guy with a white coat, staring at six bird kids, would be there.

"Da vun called Fang." He must have had a picture or something, cause he went over to Fang in the next second, when none of us answered. "Ve vill be using dis vun for da testing."

"And, I'll be using you for kung fu later. So I guess it goes full circle."

"Do not test me."

"Hey, I'd say the same to you." Fang said, an unusually long sentence for him.

"Enoughve!" This dude was definitely losing his patience.

Nudge was laughing so hard that she was gasping for breath. I knew that she would be crying as soon as they took Fang, but it was really good to see her laugh right now.

Ter Bocht opened Fang's cage door, and gripped him by the wings, in what was to us an incredibly painful way. Fang didn't even grimace. I knew he would have tried to escape, but, even if he did, there was nowhere to go. We were stuck. Captive. Like lab rats.

What's new? All in the life of a bird kid freak.

Ter Bocht pulled him out of the cage, still by the wings, and dragged him through the lab door. When the door closed, and they had to be about twenty feet away already, I heard a pained yell. It wasn't Fang. Angel was giggling.

"He kicked him in the shin." She said.

Soon, we were all laughing. But it wouldn't last long. We had worrying to do.

And hoping.

Worried that Fang might not come back.

And hopeful that when he did, it would be in one piece.