Beneath the Ice
Summary: Beneath the ice lays a tortured soul. Beneath the ice lays the "whys." Beneath the ice lays a monster. Beneath the ice lays six untold stories. Beneath the ice, things are different. Various times through MR books.

Yay! Fang!

This one is…during The Angel Experiment BEFORE they find out that Jeb actually isn't dead. Warning: bit o' cussin' in here.

Chapter Two – Fang

I've always been the quiet one. But, no body has known exactly why I was the quiet one. Obviously, it was a result of some mad (not as in "angry mad" more like "evil, crazy scientist mad") whitecoats. But, what did they do to me? Well, to put is simply, they've done a lot to me—but no one knows what they did to me. Why not? Because all evidence has been destroyed, and that includes the whitecoat that did it to me in first place.

Yes, it was that bad.

Now, the only way that anybody but me would know is if they dissected my brain, but I highly doubt I would let them get close enough to even spit on me—unless they can spit really far, but that's beside the point.

The day was years ago, before I had even known Max, or anyone else in the Flock, existed. I thought I was the only bird-kid—I thought I was all alone.

-flashback-

"Hello, Experiment Six. How are you today?" Jeb kneeled down so that we were now eye-level. I snarled at him and pressed myself against the back of the cage.

Show no fear, I thought strongly.

Jeb sighed. "You hate me, I know, and I'm sorry. But, maybe this experiment today will change it?"

I shook my head insistently, now wanting to go anywhere with him. "No."

"C'mon, Six. Maybe after this you can meet some other kids." He was taunting me.

"Shut up, there aren't any other kids here." I said, positive that he was lying to me—it wasn't like he hadn't done the before—and that it was all a trick. "I'm the only one."

"No, you're actually not." He said, beginning to unlatch my cage. "There's a girl, she's your age. Maybe you'd like her."

I barked a laugh. "Like you would let me talk to her."

He drew me out forcefully yet gently, was that an oxymoron? Huh. Well, I know one person that's a moron around here…"I would." He said quietly. "Now stop talking, you know that if the others heard you they would only test you more." Jeb was the only one that knew I could speak intelligently. Or, semi-intelligently, I guess, it wasn't like they taught us anything here.

"Let them. Life's bad enough."

"Life can always get worse, Six." I hated people calling me "Six!" Six was not a name! But, it was all I had, and it wasn't like anyone was going to change that.

He led me into a white room—and I mean completely white. The walls, ceiling, door, floor, and even the glass was white (I didn't understand how that worked, though).

"Stand in the middle of the room." Jeb instructed me.

I crossed my arms and stood my ground. I would not let him order me around; not anymore, at least. "No."

"Six…" He said in a warning voice. He began inching for the door.

"I said, no. I don't want to be ordered around by anyone anymore! I just want to leave this damned place!"

Jeb narrowed his eyes. "Where did you hear that word?"

"A whitecoat. They always say it around me."

Jeb shook his head slowly. "Great, you learned a new word. Now go stand in the middle of the room."

"Why should I?" I snarled defiantly.

"Because I'm in charge of you."

"No one is in charge of me!"

"Six," His voice was tense and thick. I could tell how irked he was with me, how much he wanted to just shove me back in my cage. But, he was a whitecoat, and it was his job to torture me. "Stand in the middle of the room."

"Why do I have to?" I asked. "Why can't I just stand to the side, like I am now?!"

"Because you have to stand in the middle of the room!"

"Why?!"

"It's for the experiment."

I glared at him. "Well, you know what; I don't want to do anymore experiments."

"It isn't a choice."

"Then why don't you give me the choice?!" I threw my hands in the air in frustration. Why couldn't they just let me go? Oh, right, because I was Experiment Six, one of their "most successful" experiments. The nerve.

"JUST STAND IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ROOM SO WE CAN GET ON WITH YOUR LIFES!" Jeb roared, getting angry with me. He stormed to where I stood and roughly seized my arm.

"What life do I have, Jeb?! I have no life! I'm a freak of nature, I have wings! I can fly, and I'm a freaking test tube baby! I don't know anyone my age, I don't have friends, I don't have parents, and no body cares about me! I don't even have a freaking name!"

Jeb's face turned red. Obviously, he was getting fed up with me. "It isn't my faul—"

"IT IS YOUR FAULT! IT'S ALL OF YOUR FAULTS!" This place was so freaking screwed up!

There was a gasp from the door. "You got it to talk?!" A woman's voice squeaked in amazement. "Oh my God, it can talk!"

I spun around, yanking my arm out of Jeb's grip in the process. "I'm not an it!" I yelled at the red-headed woman in a flurry of anger. I hated this place! I hated this damned place so much! "I'm a person, in case you haven't noticed!"

"Get out of here, he's my responsibility." Oh, so now I'm considered a human? Jeb grabbed my arm again and forced me into the middle of the room.

The woman scurried out quickly, probably off to tell her little whitecoat friends that "it" could talk. Great, just great.

Then, before either of us knew what was happening, there was a red flash and the room ignited. "YOU IDIOTS! YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO WAIT!" Jeb roared his voice stitched with pain. Good, he was suffering.

But, he wasn't the only one.

My flesh began searing and I was seeing white spots. But, just as quickly as it had begun, it left and I was left aching for some sort of coolness.

My own screams echoed in my ears.

"Argh!" Jeb yelled in pain. He had let go of me, and without any type of support, I collapsed on the ground. I wanted to die. I needed to die! What the hell did they do to me?

When I tried to yell at Jeb some insult concerning his mother, I couldn't. It was like my lips were burned off—just like the rest of me felt. Was I going to be mute now? It was Jeb's fault. All of this was Jeb's freaking fault!

A strangled yelled escaped my seared lips, and I instinctively latched my teeth onto Jeb's arm—which was the closest thing to me. The taste of blood exploded in my mouth and I immediately pulled back, feeling extreme disgust.

"Oh my God, this is good day! It's like—like he has fangs!" It was the voice of the same red-headed woman from before. "Oh, Jeb! What happened?"

"What happened?!" Jeb questioned. Ha! I inflicted pain in him! "YOU STARTED THE EXPERIMENT WITH ME STILL IN THE ROOM IS WHAT HAPPENED!"

"Oh, right!" The woman sounded sheepish. "I'm sorry, I didn't—"

"Never mind," Jeb interrupted. "Fix him. Fix me, whatever."

Fix me? What was that supposed to mean? But, before I could attempt to bite Jeb again with my almighty fangs, or before I could even semi-yell at him again, everything went black.

-*-*-*-

When I opened my eyes, the first thing I noticed was the dark metal of my cage. Damn.

"He looks better." A familiar voice mused. "Although, he won't be able to speak much for a while." I took me a couple seconds to recognize the voice as none other than Jeb's. I hate that guy right now, I really hate that guy.

Within seconds, I found what he said to be true. I couldn't speak. It was probably my tongue or lips or something. Stupid, stupid, stupid!

"How long was it able to speak before?" The voice of the red-headed woman reached my ears. It was official. I hated red-heads.

"A while." Jeb informed her. My eyes wandered around, trying to locate them, but my world was spinning out of place. "Luckily, he probably won't want to speak much anymore."

And, unfortunately, he was right. I wouldn't want to talk. Talking just made things more complicated; and it wasn't like I'd be actually able to.

"Have you fully seen your wound?" Red-Head Idiot asked excitedly. I hate her, I hate her, I hate her, I hate her… "It's as if he has fangs!"

"Maybe it's a new power he's developed." Jeb responded. "Although, that's extremely unfortunate for us."

"Just think of the wounds he will be able to inflict!"

"Huh. I guess."

I did find it a bit intriguing (yes, I do know big words like that) that they thought I had fangs. Fangs…huh. That sort of sounds like a cool name. Fang. But it wasn't like anybody would ever know that that was my name—but it felt good to know that I sort of had a name now. So, in the off chance that I ever meet anybody I can tell them that my name is Fang.

But would it be painful to talk? Probably. That just meant I had to reduce my word-rate. That wouldn't be very hard…And if I didn't speak, I may as well reduce the amount of emotion I showed. Because, really, showing emotion was like telling people what you wanted to say, or what you were thinking.

So, now I had a name, and possibly a title.

Fang the Silent and Unemotional.

-end flashback-

See? I did have a valid reason.

That was loooooooong…er. Longer than my last one. :) Hope you enjoyed. Please R&R!

Next: Nudge!

Seth: *clears throat*
Lisa: La, la, la, la, laaaaa!
Seth: On three…One, two…
Lisa: Three!
BOTH: FACELESSXAUTHOR DOES NOT OWN MAXIMUM RIDE.

Seth: Or me.
Lisa: *sigh* unfortunately for me, I belong to her.
Me: *grins happily* Yay!

Faceless.
Seth.
Lisa.