(A.N. For those of you who are wondering, I got the idea for Sparkle Butt from being high off some medication so I couldn't feel one of my teeth being pulled out...)

Disclaimer: I no has own Maximum Ride. James Patterson does... :(

I woke up with Fang sprawled out next to me. For those of you pervs out there, our clothes are still on.

Anyway, I climbed out of bed and walked downstairs to make coffee. After I made some decaf, I sauntered out to the porch to enjoy the cool California air.

"Total! Come on out poochie!" I called. My black Scottie, Total came dashing out the open door, barking. "Shh shh, Total don't wake Fang up!" I whispered. Total's hackles were raised and he was making a throaty growl aimed towards the bushes.

I sighed, assuming that it was a bird, squirrel, or mouse. "Total, would it make you feel better if I checked the bush for you?" I know, I'm talking to my dog, but Fang is asleep, and I moved into my own house ages ago.

I walked over to the bush my dog was growling at and pushed it aside. "See, Total? There's nothing there!" As soon as I said that, I felt a sharp pain on my arm. Glancing at it, I saw a large needle sticking out of my muscle. Stifling a scream, I brushed off the needle. Fortunately, I was really close to my house, so I could get in before my attacker. Unfortunately, the needles' contents were already in my blood stream, and I was feeling the effects.

"FANG! GET YOUR BUTT OUT HERE!" I screamed. Just then, I saw a swift figure in camouflage scurrying towards me with a knife. He was also carrying a body bag. I tried to get up and get into my house, but my legs felt like jello and my eyelids were getting heavy.

The last thing I saw was Fang standing in the doorway, frozen with shock.

This line break will self destruct in 5... 4... 3... 2...

Fang POV

I can't believe it. I woke up to Max yelling for me to get downstairs. But, when I got down there, she was lying on the ground, unconscious, with a man in camouflage standing over her. As soon as he saw me, the mystery man picked Max up, stuffed her in a body bag, and dashed away, still carrying Max. He must've been Superman, because he jumped up onto the fence and disappeared from view.

Total was barking and whining, and I was frozen in shock, still.

After about two minutes, (which felt like an eternity) I shook my head and ran to the fence. I vaulted over it and looked around desperately. Max's captor was nowhere in sight.

I pulled out my phone, blinking back tears furiously. "Nudge?" I managed.

"Hey, Fang. Wassup? OMG I'm so excited for the dance. Are you? I-"

I cut Nudge off. "Nudge, Max was kid... Kidnapped."

"Wait, what? You have to be pulling my leg here. Kidnapped? Who would have thought? I mean, Max should have kicked their ass! Do you want me to call the fuzz?"

"Yeah, Nudge. I'm going to try to find her." I hung up and put my head in my hands. How could I have let this happen? I should have been their for Max instead of standing in the doorway like an idiot.

Max POV

I woke up with a splitting headache. And in a cage. I was in a room with a really strange, clean scent. Like, twenty different brands of cleaner combined. Men and women in whitecoats were watching me with interest, like I was some type of experiment.

"Good morning, Max. Or should I say evening? Welcome to the School."

(A.N. Sorry about the 'cliffy', I felt like it was necessary. Anyway, thanks to all you faithful readers out there. Because of you, I felt like I should post the next chapter. I'll post the next one once I have 10 reviews total.)