On Top of You, I'm Claustrophobic
Fang sat, crouching in the tiny white room feeling extremely claustrophobic. He hated small places, the dog crates were bad enough but this was horrible. He was having terrible urges to hyperventilate and he couldn't see outside. He was alone and all he could see was white. He couldn't find where the door had been he couldn't see a security camera. He was alone and he was afraid. He hated small places. He hated this room. It was smaller than his cage, and he couldn't see the flock. He pulled his wings out and wrapped them around himself. The dark feathery warmth was comforting to him, he figured that if they were going to shock him for spreading his wings they would have to open the door so it would be worth it.
He ducked his head under his arms and wings so instead of being surrounded by white, he was surrounded by black. He would have rather been running from erasers; then he would be moving, doing something. In here he was just trapped and locked up. He let his mind wonder to what Max had told him about what Jeb had told her about the outside world. She had said it was a place that was big and free and that the ground was softer because it had this green stuff called grass and that the sky was blue and you could spread your wings whenever you wanted there. Fang wanted to go there. He wanted the outside world.
Max did too. That was why she told him about it in the dead of night when the rest of the flock was asleep. They were best friends so they shared everything. Fang had only ever shared most things with her, like his fear. She was the only one to know about how afraid he was. She knew that he was nearly dying stuck in these cages. She didn't know that he was terrified that they would cut his wings off. He had never told her, but she could see past the mask that he hid behind like no one else. They were two things that bothered him, scared him twenty four seven. He knew she had a vague idea about his wing fear from his nightmares. But she did know the extent of it. He was claustrophobic as well. Seriously claustrophobic. He barely kept control of himself in those cages.
He was safe inside his mind but he came out for the flock, he watched the flock to make sure they were safe. Max had seen him lose it quite a few times, when they were very young, she most likely didn't remember it. They had been only three or four. He had lost his mind with fear and the need to get out. He had clawed and gnawed at the cage bars trying to get free. He had done it only once when Iggy was around, but multiple times when she was the only one to witness it. He couldn't help it. He would get flashes of need to be free. Max had seen a lot of them, it had been Max who had dubbed Fang Fang, because he had actually managed to gnaw through a cage bar once. It had earned him four extra tests and extremely hard and reinforced bars for his cages, his were always thicker than the others.
He was stronger now, he didn't try to gnaw through things anymore, he simply retreated into his mind and thought about other things. Like he was doing now. He wondered where Max was, If she was being tested or chased by an eraser, or if she was safe in her crate. She was stronger than he was, he decided. She could handle anything. He was always right and she was indestructible, they made a good team.
Max thought he was the strongest, because he didn't voice his fears. She had to lean on him when she got freaked, but he simply retreated. That didn't make him stronger, she overcame her fears, he didn't. Maybe he was wrong, maybe he was the stronger one, but he didn't see it that way.
Someone grabbed his shoulder. Fang cried out in spite of himself and pulled his wings tight against his back. He was rewarded for crying out with a hard smack to the side of his head. A second hand grabbed his other shoulder and heaved him upwards. So that was where the door had been. The hands set him down in a new, larger white room and a white coat squatted down in front of him Fang clamped his mouth shut and worked on recovering himself.
"Who are you?" The white coat asked.
Fang sat silently, still in too much shock to say anything.
"Do you know how to speak?" The white coat asked slowly, enunciating each word with over exaggerated length and perfection.
Fang nodded glaring at the man. He wanted to go back to the flock.
"Then speak." The white coat commanded. He was new, but he wasn't an intern so he wasn't nice. "What is your name? What do the other experiments call you?"
"Fang." Fang growled as his confidence came back, he wasn't so trapped anymore he could breathe again.
"Mhm, I see, why do they call you Fang?" The white coat asked as he made marks on his clipboard.
"I bite people." Fang told him darkly.
The white coat laughed, "Why do they really call you Fang F1?"
Like he was going to tell a white coat, only Max knew that. He leaped up and bit the white coat's hand.
An morphed out eraser grabbed him and pulled him away from the now screaming white coat digging his claws into Fang's sides. Fang unclenched his jaw with some major effort when he tasted blood in his mouth.
"What on earth?" The white coat screeched angrily. Fang noticed that the white coat's voice was much higher than it had been moments ago? He wondered why that was.
"This one is called Fang by his fellow experiments for a reason sir, but really it's the kicking that you have to watch out for." The eraser growled as he continued to dig his claws into Fang's sides drawing blood. Fang grunted in pain. So he had started kicking again, Fang realized. He did that quite often without even realizing it.
"As much as I would love to find where this one's breaking point is and watch him lose all that self control that he appears to have, those aren't my orders, let him go." The eraser dropped him to the floor and raked a claw up his back. Fang clenched his teeth and didn't whimper as the erasers claws shredded his shirt and pulled feathers off his wings.
The white coat sighed and waved him away, "He is useless, take him away now, I can't work with a brainless experiment like it."
The eraser shrugged and dragged Fang back to the flock. He threw Fang into Max's crate, shut the door and left.
"Fang! You are on top of me!" Max yelled as he landed literally on top of her.
Fang rolled his eyes grunting in pain. "No, I'm on top of you? Really I hadn't noticed." He said darkly as he worked to untangle himself from her.
"And you are losing feathers! And your shirt is ripped and you're bleeding!" Max continued.
Fang rolled his eyes, "Gosh, you sound like Nudge."
Max's face turned red, "Well, yeah, they gave me a shot this morning and I haven't been able to shut up since." She explained.
"Oh," Fang couldn't find a way to get out of the tangle that they had managed to get themselves into so he stopped trying.
"What did they do?" Max asked as she took a turn at trying to get free.
"White room," Fang said.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I really hate white rooms. They are scary and they are so small. Are your wings okay?" Max rambled.
Fang sighed, "Stop moving you are just kicking me. I assume so, I haven't checked yet."
"Well get off of me and check them, you have to take good care of your wings Jeb said it was important." Max told him.
Fang sighed and pushed himself up so his back was against the top of the cage. "I can't, this cage isn't big enough for both of us and I can't move anymore than I already have without crushing you." Max made way to move but Fang stopped her, "If you kick me again I will kill you Max."
Max sighed and dropped her foot. "Spread your wings and I will check them."
Fang shook his head doggedly. "Not worth it, I'm sure they are fine."
Max sighed. "Why did they cut your wings?"
Fang shrugged, "I bit a white coat."
"again?" Max cried. "Why did you bite him this time?"
Fang smirked, "To prove a point."
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