Hey! Here's chapter 11!

I don't own MR

Btw, have you noticed that the "Max" on Max-Dan-Wiz is wearing Abercrombie pants? Seriously. That pocket design is Abercrombie. Haha. advertising win (:

Enjoy~

Previously: "I love you," I whispered.

" I – "

And guess what interrupted?

The entire ceiling of the cavern blew up, and I saw Gazzy and Iggy smacking high fives!

I wish. No, it was that bitch Villandi.

Max POV

"What do you want?" I demanded, giving her a cold Max glare.

I saw faint amusement in her eyes, then it disappeared and was replaced with pure kindness.

"I apologize for keeping to myself so much. I would like to check on you a little," she said, her voice sounding like some kind of holy lyre.

"How so?" Fang asked, looking at her with obvious lust in his eyes.

I wanted to lash out at Villandi and knock her off the roof on the house. She had no right to butt in and steal Fang – my Fang!

"How are you sleeping? And eating?" she asked, concern and curiosity dancing in her blue pupils.

"Fine," I snapped back.

She didn't even seem exasperated or annoyed, not even faintly frustrated. It was killing me.

"What about you, dear?" she asked Fang, giving him an analytical look. I recognized that look. It was the same look that the whitecoats always gave us before they stuck us into a torture device.

It sent chills up my spine, to once again see my reflection as an experiment, not a person. Something was wrong, way wrong with this place.

"Well, my sleeping patterns are…" Fang started.

I turned around and leapt off the cabin, in a straight dive. Here, these kinds of head-first dives didn't have the thrill they should have. It was wrong – so wrong. Suddenly, I remembered something Jeb had said when we were still back at the E house.

It had been a late sunset, and I'd been sitting on the edge of the cliff, looking down below me, when Jeb had approached me and asked, "How does it feel? To fly?"

"Amazing," I had replied. "The thrill makes me feel like it's worth it. This life, I mean."

"The thrill," he had mused. "Don't you ever forget that feeling, Max. Don't you ever stop feeling that."

At the time, I had been pretty confused, but this was definitely what he was referring to. He had known about this cavern. Of course. It was all a test, right?

I snapped open my wings at the last minute, swooping up just to hear Fang finish his speech.

I landed right between Fang and Villandi, staring at her with a "gotcha" look.

"Max?" she asked, with just a tint of irritation in her voice. Yes. Max won.

"So," I started, dragging it out to make her more annoyed.

She stood there patiently, with a smile plastered on her face.

Fine, I'll get to the point, I thought.

"You know how to get us out of here," I said, raising an eyebrow.

Iggy POV

You know those moments in the actions that the good guy's about to get killed, and then suddenly something awesome happens, and all the bad guys die?

I wished desperately for one of those moments.

All the erasers closed in, and I stood protectively over Nudge, who was still struggling to consciousness.

The first lashed out at my arm, and I acted on pure instinct, whipping my foot out, targeting its gut. It collapsed, but there were more.

I kicked my other leg behind me, catching one square in the chest. I struck out to my right with my hand. My fingers sank into a warm liquid, and I heard an earsplitting shriek as the eraser crumpled in pain. I didn't need anything else to know that I'd hit the eraser's eye.

Suddenly, a hand closed around my ankle, I was about to shake it off, but the hand was petite and delicate. Nudge.

She was awake!

In my moment of distraction, a boot knocked into my gut. I took two steps back, trying to get my wind back.

Another eraser kicked my back, and I nearly fell to the floor.

No. I had to stay strong. If not for myself, then for Nudge.

I caught a hand right before it collided with my face, and flicked my wrist, breaking the eraser's arm.

I whirled around as an eraser approached loudly from behind. I brought my knee up, and hit him where the sun don't shine. He collapsed on the ground, and didn't get back up.

Damn, I was good.

I struck out with my fist, trying to nail an eraser in the eye, but it was fast. It grabbed my elbow, and dug its claws into my arm. The pain was like a white-hot iron pressed to my arm. I couldn't think through it, and another one knocked into my gut.

I could feel blood pouring out of my arm. My hearing was starting to get muffled. No! No, I didn't fight just … for…

"Iggy?" Nudge whispered.

I collapsed on the ground beside her. "Nudge," I whispered, getting onto my hands and knees beside her. I coughed, and blood spilled out of my mouth. I couldn't let her be subjected to this torture.

But I was so weak – too weak. It was… was… what…

The pain stung, and my consciousness was slipping away with every second.

I have to get up, I thought.

Another boot kicked my side, and I fell onto my stomach. I heard a sickening crack as my head hit the ground.

The world was… fading… away…

I felt an eraser's boot on my head.

Oh no. Here was my death…

I wanted to struggle, but my body was too weak to move even a little.

Then suddenly, I heard a yelp of surprise, and the eraser's boot left my head.

"Iggy! Nudge! Follow me!" an unmistakable voice said. A voice that I would never, ever trust again.

Angel.

DUN DUN DUN DUN!

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Thank you so much. I love you to PIECES! But I wouldn't really do that to you. Really.

Hugs and Fang,

Tammy(: