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The erasers came and brought me out of my cage for more torture. They brought me into a dark room and strapped me to a cold metal table, face down. They took a knife and cut off the piece of my shirt in between my wings, cutting me as well. I winced and the erasers chuckled. I heard a whitecoat walk in.

"Well, well, Maximum," he said, in an arrogant voice. "You have been awfully quiet lately. Given up, I presume."

"Just do what you want with me. Get this over with."

"Okay," he said. "We are going to test your pain tolerance. Just tell us if it hurts." the whitecoat got something from behind me and pressed it between my wings. I shrieked in pain. It was a burning hot metal rod.

"Okay, lets try the other temperatures," he said and chuckled. Tears formed in my eyes.

Fang's POV

Fang was flying alone to the center of all his nightmares. The School. Because he hadn't believed Max, she couldn't, or wouldn't, fight the erasers. He had let this happen. Fang knew that Max would never like Dylan. What was he thinking! He had pushed his true love away and now, whitecoats were doing God-knows-what to her. He flew faster. He needed to save Max.