A/N: Sorry for the long wait- I have been extremely busy with basketball and school. grr, i hate school. Anyways, I want to say that any political references are my personal opinions and I don't mean to offend anyone. Wow, that sound formal.

DISCLAIMER: Fang: say it.

Me: shakes head

Fang: say it.

Me: sticks out tongue.

Fang: say it, or else i won't visit you in your dreams amyore.

Me: GASP!! ALRIGHT!! I DON'T OWN!! runs away with lamentation (OoO a big word!! look it up!!)

Fang: muttering That wasn't so hard.

CLAIMER: I OWN THIS PLOT AND MY DREAMS OF FANG, BASKETBALL, THAT GUY WHO SHANT BE NAMED, AND EDWARD AND EMMETT CULLEN!

ONWARD WITH THE STORY!!

(Max's POV)

Do I need Fang? Sure, he's my right-hand man, my second in command, but do I honestly need him with me? Iggy could easily fill his shoes…

Aw, who was I kidding? I felt lost when Fang left before, when Ari was alive, and now the feeling has returned. I need Fang like… like a musician needs music. Or like an artist needs inspiration. Yeah, I know, I'm deep.

Slowly, my hand rose to join Nudge's and Gazzy's. Angel sighed and Iggy looked sorta confused.

"3 to 2, Ig. We lost." Angel explained to him.

"Wait, you voted against Fang?!" Iggy asked incredulously. "Unbelievable."

"Yeah, why did you vote against him?" her brother asked.

Angel shrugged. "Think about it. There's no antie, so that means Fang is stuck with Rage the rest of his life. Besides, he was going to kill us. Isn't that bad? Although, aren't you suppose to, like, kill Fang?"

I shot her a glance. "No, just save him from destroying the world." The reality then sunk in. "Hey, guys, I really think we should find Fang now. If Nelson and Mr. Little Evil Man aren't with him, and we aren't with him, then he's by himself, and he could do anything."

Nudge gulped. "Anything? Like, blow up the Pentagon? Or crash a meteor into the moon? Or hijack a plane? Or kill the President? Which is gonna change soon, and I am so voting for Obama, because McCain, is like an old fart, and he's gonna have a senior moment or something and blow up the whole frickin universe, and we'll all hate him, but wait… we can't hate him because we'll be dead, so we'll just hate him in heaven or hell, if there even is one, wait agian, haha, i like doing that, but anyways, I can't vote yet, so--"

I slammed my hand over Nudge's mouth. "K, we get it."

A muffled "sorry" could be heard, and I almost laughed. Almost. It was weird, having a good feeling inside of me for once, like eating chocolate chip cookies for the first time. The warm, melt-in-your-mouth sensation that keeps you wanting more, and the crispness of the cookie, but the soft chocolate chip, dissolving on your tongue. My mouth started watering just by the thought of it.

"Max? Drool check." Gazzy laughed, and I blushed. Again, a first. Maybe everything was changing. Maybe pigs will fly and kids won't have wings. Yeah, I'm a skeptic.

"So what are we waiting for? Let's go find the traitor!" Iggy snarled. I shot him a dirty glance and flipped him the bird as the others took off. When he paid no attention to me, I mentally smacked myself on the head.

Man, I hate that kid sometimes.

Meanwhile, Fang was just hours away from death. He had entered stage 3 of hypothermia. The shivering had stopped completely, and his skin was blue and puffy. To any observers, the winged-boy would appear to be a corpse. But the whitecoats knew better. ter Borcht smirked as he opened the door to find Fang huddled in a corner curled up, his eyes drifting shut.

"Bring him out. Maybe we can still use him." He turned and walked away, leaving two new whitecoats to drag Fang out of his prison. He was unconscious, yet as the whitecoats chained him to a new table, his eyes fluttered briefly.

(Fang's POV)

I felt myself be dragged across a hall and into a room, then lifted and chained onto an experimental table. I couldn't feel anything, which freaked me out, but then one thought came to mind.

Max. She's coming for me. She has to.

Somehow that thought stayed in my mind, even though nothing else did. I could sense people touching me, trying to wake me, and I feel warm water on my hands and feet. A blanket was lain over me, and the warmth was comforting.

Max.

I heard a voice call my name. I tried to answer, but my voice wouldn't work. "Mma?"

"What, Fang? What was that?"

"M-m-m-aaax."

"She's not here. She hates you. She's never going to save you." The voice sounded gleeful.

"N-no! M-m-max will come!" I tried to shout.

"Shh, shhh. You're okay. It'll all be okay. You just need to cooperate with us."

I felt things on my chest and head. Soon, an irregular beep could be heard. I didn't understand what that meant.

"What if we just give him a psychoactive? Then he could kill her for us and most likely kill himself."

"That could work. But giving him a psychoactive could be risky. He could lose control, and kill everyone in sight."

"Vell, vee'd have to make sure that ve doesn't do that, now von't vee?" A new voice could be heard, but my tired ears could make nothing of it.

"Vang? Shock him."

A jolt went through me. I shuddered, and another one passed through me. I screamed; it felt like my body was aflame. I screamed again. "Stop! Stop!"

"Villl vou help us?" I finally recognized the voice. ter Borcht.

"No!" The shocks intensified. "Max! Help!"

I felt something build up inside of me, something that felt familiar. I screamed, and tried to pull the chains. The ones on my arms snapped, but my feet were stuck in place. I still had very little feeling there.

I took a swing at the female whitecoat, and she fell to the ground in a heap.

"Dose him!" I heard ter Borcht screech.

A needle was plunged into my neck, and a blackness enveloped me.

Max… help…

A/N: So, whaddya think? good, bad? pleez review!!

oh, and anyone gots a myspace? a need more friends!! lol i'm not a creepy stalker, i swear.