Hey everyone! I just want to thank all the people that reviewed so far; I didn't know it'd be this good!
A lot of you are wondering why Max can't speak English, and it'll be explained in the next chapter.

Do you guys like being waken up at around five in the morning? No? I hate it. But, I guess I'll make an exception for now; Max is the one that woke me up. Her brown eyes just bore into me, and it sorta freaked me out. She was poking my forehead (I was on the floor next to the couch she's on).
"Faaaaang…" She said, trailing off the a.
Did I reply? If you think moaning a little and opening your eyes halfway while sitting up facing her is, then yes.
"She pointed to her stomach, and truth behold, it grumbled. I chuckled a little and stood up, taking her hand and helping her up. She stood easily, but had a bit of trouble walking. Her wings were opened up and she was fanning them in my face, causing me to have feathers in my mouth.
I quietly walked her over to the kitchen and spotted a pill on the table. There was a note under it from Iggy. How does he write blind? I'll never find out. Curiosity took the better of me and I read it.

Tsk tsk tsk. Fang, you forgot to shove it down Max's throat so she doesn't develop any problems in her stomach. I'm disappointed.
- Iggy.

Crap!
"Max?" I asked, taking the pill and showing it to her. She looked at me questioningly, and said,
"No." (It's the only English word besides yes that she knows from the School)
"Why not?" I pressed. She shook her head, mumbling something in her language thing. It sounded like "Itex decred da shii toa e joan moutte" (Itex used to shove them in my mouth).
This'll be complicated.

And boy was I right.

Max's POV

He's not shoving them in my mouth, no matter how freaking attractive he is! I don't care! It'll probably kill me! Urrrg!

Whoa whoa… attractive?
Come to think of it…
Hold up. Bad Max. He could be one of them.
But then again, he's not experimenting on you. My 'inner Max' countered.
He very well could be right now.
Yet he has the hots for you.

Warning to ANYONE that has a subconscious that talks to you:
Don't listen to it. Either it gives you gibberish crap, or it tells you lies. Lies, I tell you!

(A/N) The flock never showed her their wings, and the subconscious is soo not the voice.

Aanyways, how to get out of this?
Run, no duh!
I booked it, running through the house like a mouse caught in a maze, and surprisingly, there was literally no exit. There was a staircase, a ton of (locked, dammit) doors, and a snickering Fang chasing me around. The hallways were kinda small, I realized, and could barely stretch my wings.

So, I found a door with a window showing a patch of grass and –you guessed it! - rammed into and breaking the door.
Fang was pretty mad, but kept chasing me.
Should I attempt flying? They're still sore, and the bandages are still on.
Heck, why not?
I unfurled my wings, ignoring the pain, and jumped (more like hopped) until I got some wind under my wings. It felt good to fly again.

But what scared me the most?
There was Fang, right behind me still.
Beautiful midnight black wings spreading from his back and gaining on me- fast.

He tackled me down easily and dragged me to the house- three miles away.
I know. Why aren't I trying to get away?
I was tired as hell. The pain dragged me down, and Fang obviously had some advantages in the strength and flight categories. I swore a blue streak the whole way, Fang probably not understanding a thing I'm saying to him.
I winced every time a twig would brush the cut on my left cheek Fang left from spiraling down through trees with me in his hands. I still can't believe he made it without going splat.

About fifteen minutes later (yes, he dragged me that fast), the sun was fully out and Fang finally got to the kitchen with me in his arms (NOT bridal style) and grabbed the pill yet again.

He set it down again, though, and said unexpectedly-

"Chicken soup?"

This is soooooo an IDK moment….
So, I oh-so-coherently tilted my head to the side showing him the universal 'what the hell are you saying?' look. He laughed, his voice ringing in the room like…. I dunno.
Aren't chicken some bird?

Oh my lord….

He's a cannibal!!

Fang's POV

I took it as she didn't know what it meant, so I opened a can of chicken soup and gave her some. She eyes the chicken, took the spoon, and –you guessed it…

Spat it all over me. I sighed, cleaned up, and went to pick up pancakes instead.

"What about pancakes?" I said.

She made the universal 'what the hell are you saying' look again and I sighed- again.

Max doesn't know what pancakes are!? Come to think of it, I shouldn't blame her. The rotten apples they always used to feed us were so freaking horrible.
So, I managed to teach her the basics of pancakes.

I'll cut you the ingredients and crap. Except for the fact that pancake flour was all over the kitchen counter and floor, and a ghost in the middle of it.

Anyways (Yes, the flock loves to say that word apparently), the pancakes were safely made, cooked, and stuffed.

All you people out there going 'whaaaa?', I snuck the pill in Max's pancake. She had four, and she literally inhaled it all. And I thought I was the house pig- besides Iggy.

"Don!" (more) Max said, mouth stuffed with pancake, pill hopefully in her stomach by now, and me having no clue what she said. Max just took the extra pancakes and smashed them in her mouth- again.

I made Max clean up the mess –hey, it was hers!- and sat down. I was dang tired. It was still only about six thirty, and I didn't have a lot of sleep. I knew I couldn't go back to sleep, though; Max would wake me up again.