Hello! Time for chapter 10! Hope you guys enjoy it as much as I like writing!

Thank you for all of the reviews. It makes me happy :)

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It kind of freaked me out that I was crying.

Me.

I mean, I never cry. I always hold it back so the flock NEVER thinks I'm weak.

Crying doesn't make you weak though.

I stayed there in Fang's arms. I just felt, relaxed.

"Thanks." I mumbled.

"No problem."

I stood up and walked over to the wall. I rested my head on the cold concrete. "You know, Max. Its okay to cry sometimes." Fang was sitting up now, instead of slouched. "You never do." I shrug. "I just don't want to set a bad example."

"Max. You aren't a bad example. Not at all." I swallowed, and my throat hurt. "I'm thirsty. And hungry. When are they going to feed us?" I ask to myself. Fang had drifted back to sleep. I slide down the wall to the floor. Never. They are never going to feed us.

Are they killing us?

Yes. Probably.

The door was opened, and 4 whitecoats came in. "Maximum. You are coming with us." I shake my head. "NO. You must be on drugs, because I'M NOT COMING!" I shrieked and ran straight into them, knocking them all over to the ground. "You MUST BE INSANE! Oh wait! You ARE!" I run out of the door, and down the hallways.

I'm going AWOL. But thats okay, right?

"Max!" I heard Fang yell. But I was too far way to even think about him. Erasers crossed my path and took me by my arms. "Let me go! LET ME GO!" I was now screaming bloody murder, wiggling as much as I could.

"The syringe! Where is it?"

"I think the others had it."

"DAMN RIGHT!" I launched out of their grip and continued to run.

Farther, and farther, until I burst through double doors, and I hit a field.

I could fly away!

But.

Nudge.

Angel.

Gazzy.

Iggy.

FANG.

I couldn't do it. Now what?

Erasers grabbed me by my arms and shoved me to the ground. I was held there, until a needle was inserted into my shoulder. I screamed.

But then it was all black.

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I was laying on a cot.

In a room.

Alone.

I hurt SO much. "Max, Honey. How are you?"

That voice.

It was.

Jeb.

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I will post 2 chappies tomorrow!

bye :)