A/N: The story takes a turn for the worst here- if you don't like death, please don't read.

My other stories are humorous.

Read those.


Chapter 2

Everything was black.

The black felt good- it was warm and cozy.

But something made me push against it.

Soon I could hear voices.

"No, no… I know we should've done a test, but it's just one! Think of how many we lose to the escaped ones every day… It won't make a difference, this one was free... Yes- we still have three… Well, no, he's not gone yet… we'll take care of it soon enough…"

I broke through the surface of the black in a panic.

And found myself in a white lab room, with a guy in a white lab coat talking on a phone in front of me.

I didn't need time to remember- everything was crystal clear.

-Flashback-

"Shane!" I screamed as Omega jumped on the car and hit Shane square in the back.

My fury was building.

In the books, he had been invincible.

But in the books, he'd never hurt Fang, he'd never triggered as much rage as I was feeling now.

I attacked him full on.

Not taking a break until one of his attacks broke through.

Then I was falling, and the last thing I heard was, "The other two are in the van. Let's go."

-End Flashback-

"Where is he?" I screamed at the whitecoat, feeling that same fury.

He looked from me to the bed I had jumped off of, never answering, but his face paled and his eyes widened.

"I said, where. Is. He." I repeated, taking step closer to the whitecoat.

He pointed to a door connecting to a similar room.

I sprinted there as quickly as I could.

"Shane!" I said, panic in my voice, when I saw him strapped to what looked like a hospital bed.

"Raine, you're awake." He said in a weak voice.

I rushed to his side, trying to undo the restraints.

"We're getting out of here, Shane. Now." I said, pulling harder.

"It's too late, Maxine. Get Jaz and Patch and go- they're fine all until I die. And that's coming soon. Go!" he said, trying to push me away, but he was so weak it felt someone trying to push me with a feather.

"No!" I said, snapping the first restraint and heading toward the next.

"Max, you have-" I cut him off.

"Shane, no. I'm not leaving you. Even if… even if it doesn't turn out the way we hoped… I'm staying by your side." I said, giving up on the restraints.

He would be safer here.

Just then, Flyboys were all around me, holding my arms back, and dragging me into a room.

The man I saw wasn't nearly like I had imagined him.

"Ah, Raine, you've finally come. I know you've realized by now that your Shane is safest here. The drugs in his system did not work well with the DNA we were attempting to fuse with his, thus his current condition. You and your other two friends will be more successful. There's no reason to argue, of course, because either way, you have nowhere to go. All of your relatives are dead. Your parents, your sister, Jasmine's parents, Patrick's parents, brothers, and sister all died recently. There was a tiny mishap with a few parking garages in the area, and the only survivors of the bomb are in a mental institution. You might know them." Jeb said, not even giving me a chance to respond before having Flyboys drag me into another room and throw me in a dog crate.

I wouldn't cry.

The worst had not come, even if it was close.

Yes- I'd lost so many loved ones. But the person I cared about most was still alive.

I sat there, unmoving, lost in thought for possibly a day- all I knew was that when I came back to the real world, Jasmine and Patrick were in crates beside me, trying desperately to get my attention.

"Maxine! Maxine!" Jasmine yelled, dry tears on her face.

"Que?" I replied, knowing that, if all else failed, we could still keep our thoughts a secret.

"Comment sont vous et Shane?" she whispered back, stumbling a little on her French.

"Ne devenez pas inquiétés de moi. Shane est presque mort. Sont vous deux O.K.?" I replied.

"Nous sommes parfaits." She said, just as a whitecoat came in, holding an unconscious Shane and putting him in the crate beside me.

"Shane!" I said, going as close to him as the bars on the crate would allow.

He twitched a little, but I decided I had to let him rest if he was going to get any better.

The whitecoat hadn't left, and she was staring at me, kind of nervously.

She opened the crate and said to me, "It's time for experimentation. You can return in a matter of days."

I walked behind her, knowing that, for this part, I would be safely unconscious.

Even Itex wouldn't perform surgery without some soft of pain killers.


A/N: I'm really gonna need a frenchie to help me out here- it's the secret language we're gonna use, but I'm only in my second year of French class… I did grow up hearing it a lot, but I forget too much of it.

If there aren't any frenchies I'm gonna change it to Pennsylvania Dutch, because that I know a lot of. (It's similar to German.)

I hope you like it, and I hope you understand how the Flock's gonna come in.

I might make this into a Twilight crossover.

I'm not at all a fan of crossovers, but… it makes a good story, I have to admit that much.

BTW- here's me and Jaz's convo:

Me: What?

Jaz: How are you and Shane?

Me: Don't worry about me. Shane's almost dead. Are you two okay?

Jaz: We're perfect.

If you check it on a translator, it'll come out a little different, but that's the gist of it.

Well…

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