Mini Chapie! Sorry, this was supposed to go between chapters 7 and 8. I kind of forgot about it. My bad. Just the whole Jab-change scene and a few flashbacks. Jab POV.

I was awake. I knew I was. But I couldn't move. Oh, God, I will freak out if I end up like a real life version of the movie Awake. I felt my bathingsuit being cut off, which the School would be paying for thing costed $70! Focus, Jab. The thoughts around me were a mixture of jumbled and quite selfish sentences.

Why don't we just rip open her pretty little brain and see everything we need?

I can't wait for my new Jab. That was Cam.

She's developed nicely over the years. The avian kids are really paying off.

Where is Jab! If I could move, I would cring. That was Fang. And what did Cam mean by "my new Jab"? They put a t-shirt and jeans on me.

"Probe it." They stuck suction cups to my body, about 6 of them across my forehead, 4 on my chest, and 3 on my stomach. And then the most painful thing happened. 100 watts of electricity - not mine or Fang's - coursed through my body, causing me to arch my back in pain and scream bloodymurder.

"STOP!" I screached, clawing at the sheets as my body thashed around. It was by far the most painful thing to ever happen to me in my 14 years. I screamed again, screaming for them to stop, screaming for them to just kill me, screaming for them to take me to my family. I cursed louder and more simultaniously than I ever have in my life. The electricity died down some, but it didn't stop hurting one little bit. As a whitecoat put a hand on my cheek to check my tempeture - the whitecoats were standing on a rubber mat - , I snapped at it, catching it between my teeth. She howled in pain and tried to get my jaws unlocked, unsuccessfully. When I bite you, it's for one of two reasons: to kill you or to feed from you. Maybe both sometimes.

"Ah! The bitch bit me!" She drew her other hand back to smack me, but Cam caught her hand, narrowing his eyes before thowing her hand down and gently unclamping my jaw, revealing a cleanly cut, bloody double crecent on the whitecoat's hand. I would have smirked if I hadn't been in so much pain.

"No one lays a hand on her. Got it?" Cam growled. I screamed again and my clothes were in ruins, burnt and holey. And then I started loosing my body. I wasn't dying, because I could still feel the electicity, but I was losing control of it. And Cruella, the evil voice living in my head, started taking control. She started laughing as she got pushed up and I got pushed down into the deepest corner of my brain. As she gained full control, and I found myself standing in her "room" in my head, I groaned and kicked the wall, making my head as well as hers hurt. I clutched my head, falling onto her bed. My body still hurt, though it was indirect. And then the electricity stopped all together and I knew they were about to let her go. They knew who she was, what she was made for. They put her in my head, and they just so easily reversed it. That's why I hated the time before I mated with Cam. They treated me like a "thing" instead of a person, like a frog in a high school lab.

"Nooooooo!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, making my and Cruella's head hurt. She was really blond with cold black eyes. I'd seen her a couple times in my dreams. When I'm awake, it's much like Voice in Max's head. She didn't really have a voice and so I had named her Bo in the first coupled years of my life. In fact, the first time I heard her was the day they separated me and Fang, when we were 3 months old. I don't know how I remember it, I just do. I think they may have increased my comprehesion when they messed with my brain when I was a newborn.

Flashback Alert!

I looked out of my cage at the boy before me. He had black hair and big brown eyes, just like me. I'd been next to him for the past 3 months, neither of us ever being moved from each others' side. I reached out and he did the same and when our hands touched a little blue spark formed. I stared at it in wonder, its glowing color reflecting off of both of our faces. As a man in a long white coat came in, his eyes widened and the first thing he did was rip me away from the boy. He started crying and so did I and then I hurled a metal tray at the man with my mind. He ran out, dodging the tray and taking the boy with him and yelling some stuff to the other people in long white coats. The big dog men came in and scooped me up, taking me to an empty room and putting me in a dog crate. What a life.

It's much better in here, a voice said in my head. You're a little reak, ya know? A little mutant baby freak.

"Mu-tan bay-ba feek," I said, copying the voice.

Yup, a little baby freak. You have wings and did you see what you did back there? Weird!

"We-rd."

Flashback Ends!

I felt a tear go down my cheek as I thought about the last time I'd seen Fang before a few weeks ago. And then I thought about when I first mated with Cam.

Another Flashback!

I sat back in my dog crate and rubbed my black eye and my swollen cheek, healing it before laying down.

Pathetic little freak, Cruella said in my head.

"Shut your trap," I said, eyes narrowed. To anyone else, to anyone from outside of the School, I would have looked like a loonie that should be locked away in a cusioned room in a straight jacket. But everyone in the School knew that the voice in my head is due to them tampering with my brain when I was an infant.

Make me, she sneered. I rolled my eyes and sat back.

"You know, you're even more of a freak than me. I may have wings and read minds and stuff but you're just a voice in my mind. You don't even have a body." I sensed an eyeroll from her, though I couldn't see it.

Whatever.

"And," I continued, "If you ever do get a body, it will most likely be mine and you will be twice the freak you already are." She kicked the inside of my head and I gunted, clutching my head. The door opened and in stepped a gorgeous Eraser with green eyes and shoulder length brown hair.

Casanova, Cruella whispered, and I felt her wiggle her thin blond eyebrows.

"Shush," I whispered to her.

"What was that?" the Eraser snapped. I could tell he was pretty young, but that didn't really mean much. I've seen Erasers that have expired at age 1. No one experiment's expiration date is certain.

"Nothing," I whispered.

Oh, now she's all hide in her shell, I'm scared.

"Would you shut up!" I whisper-yelled at her.

"What the hell did you just say to me?" He brought his face down to my level, drawing a hand back to smack me. My eyes widened and I looked into his. He froze and looked back into mine.

"I-I wasn't talking to you."

"Then to whom were you talking to?"

"Cruella, the voice in my head. They didn't tell you?"

"Tell me what?"

"Well, when I was an infant, I was seperated from my mom, as the rest of us were, and then my twin brother when we were a few months old. I think I might have had the voice since birth. I'm not sure. I didn't hear her until my brother was taken away from me. I think he was a shield from it or something." I shrugged. "I wasn't talking to you. I was talking to Cruella. She's rather a bitch."

Why thank you, she said smugly.

"I've had just about enough of you," I snapped at her. She laughed and was quiet. "You're in for it when I go to sleep."

"Some company, huh?"

"No offense, but Erasers aren't that much better."

"How old are you?"

"13," I said. "How old are you?"

"2," he said, sitting cross-legged in front of my cage. "I'm kinda new here." He looked like he was about 13 or 14, 15 tops, dressed in a nice but casual white long-sleeved buxton shirt with dark jeans and fresh white Nikes. I looked down at myself, my size 36A bra showing over the neckline of my wornout, torn pink t-shirt, my size 00 jeans ripped and dingy looking around my waist. It was like comparing roaches to butterflies. The differences were there the second you look at them.

"You're bleeding," I whispered, smelling the fresh blood before I saw it.

"Oh, yeah. I need to get that fixed up."

"I... I can do it," I said reluctantly.

"How?"

"I heal. It's a special power."

"Wow." He looked me over, contemplating on whether he should let me out.

"I won't try anything. Scout's honor." He chuckled and undid the latch. I pushed it open slowly, stepping out and stetching my 11 feet of wing I'd had tucked against my spine. He smiled. I took his wounded hand and inspected it.

"Combat training?" I asked.

"Yeah, how'd you know?"

"A lot of people come in here with these kinds of cuts. And you have a fingernail in here." I pulled out the bloody clipping, tossing it aside and inspecting for further damage.

"You've seen a person in your family?" The small, innocent question startled me.

"Yeah. But I don't really remember much about him. Just that he-" I was cut off by his phone ringing, blasting "Brick By Boring Brick" by Paramore.

"She lives in a fairytale somewhere too far or us to find.
Forgotten the taste and smell of the world that she's let behind.
It's all about the exposure the lens I told her.
The angles were all wrong now she's ripping wings off of butterflies."

He chuckled at me knowing to words to the song and answered the phone while I repaired his hand, him gasping when I licked the blood off. I chuckled, looking for anything else that doesn't belong, and then closing it up.

"No, I'll be right there," he said, looking at me. He hung up and looked at me.

"You have to go."

"How'd you-"

"I can read minds."

"Oh. Well, yeah. I guess... I'll see you later." I smiled and nodded, standing up at the same time he did. I walked him to the door and then he caught me off guard by giving me a quick peck on the cheek before disappearing out the door. I blushed bright red, a smiled creeping over my face. I slid down the door, squealing silently into my hand.

Lucky. I smirked.

"For once, I agree."

Hey! Just a chapter about how Jab became evil. It wasn't really her. It's not exactly a "Max II" moment, but it's more of an out of body experience, only she's in her body and she's alive. IDK how to explain it. Well, until next chapter, tootles! Muah!

Love,
Ashley