Chapter Eleven of ADOT.

Disclaimer: I am pretty darn sure I do not own Maximum Ride. I am really sure, actually, because I am not James Patterson. Why am I saying I am instead of I'm? Because I need this to be 1000 words! AHHH!

I do, however, own my OC's, Ember, Dr. Cole, Damien, and Sylvia. xD

Sylvia POV:

If you like sleeping in dog crates, having experiments run on you, needles, running, having no entertainment, scientists, being in a cage, and watching your friends suffer the same kind of torture, then, hey, The School is your place!

I, however, really don't care for any of that. Running's okay, I guess, but not when you get burnt when your not fast enough. I hadn't even been here more then 24 hours at the most, and I already had burn marks up and down my legs.

I was in my usual, a dog crate, size medium. Not much room to move in a size medium. You'd think they could of given us a large, at least. I mean, come on. Have some compassion for the run away mutants, would 'ya? Oh, yeah. I forgot where I was for a second, there.

My cage was next to Damien's on my left, and Max on my right. Ember was on Damien's side, Fang on Max's. I got center stage. Aren't I just so friggin' special?

Ember was gone for testing, Fang was staring at the still passed-out Max, and Damien seemed to be counting the floor tiles. I, myself, was plotting ways to get the hell out of here.

I had gone over probably fifty different scenarios, ranging from what to do if The School started on fire to how to get it to start on fire. I'm just weird like that, I guess.

Fang finally looked up from Max, and glanced at me, and then at the doorway. I listened hard and heard footsteps coming toward us. Damien picked up on this, too, and all three of us assumed fighting positions, as we had every time someone had come in here since we had got here.

There was a small beep as someone ran their badge through the verification thing, and then the double doors slid open. Ember and Dr. Cole walked in, Ember glaring straight ahead as Dr. Cole dragged her back to the cage. He opened the door and threw her in roughly, and then walked back out silently. I guess he had decided we just weren't going to give in.

Once he was gone, Ember continued glaring, this time at the cage floor.

"Did something happen?" Damien asked her quietly.

She changed her glare to him, and said, "What, you mean beside the whole needle thing? Oooh, or the burning me because I can't run at 500 miles per hour? If so, then no. Nothing happened." She returned her stare to the cage floor.

He sighed, and replied, "I'm sorry…"

I drew things on the bottom of the cage in dirt absent-mindedly. I didn't have the strength to yell at them, to tell you the truth. I had given up getting out of here when I hadn't been able to think of any other scenarios, or how to get out of them.

I heard Fang gasp, and I looked at him. He was still staring at Max, but now she was awake.

Iggy POV:

Dr. Cole left again, and I scooted over closer to Max. I whispered my plan to her, hoping that the van hadn't been bugged.

"That's perfect," she replied.

I nodded, and then closed my eyes. Not too much longer, and we'll be the hell out of here, I thought. Little did I know-or maybe I did know, I just refused to admit it-that it wouldn't be nearly that simple.

Of course. When has anything ever been simple for us?

Fang POV: (I love writing in Fang POV, I don't know why. Sylvia is fun, too. XD)

Max's eyes opened and she looked around, confused. All of our eyes were glued to her.

She very slowly sat up, leaning her back against the metal bars. Her gaze shifted to me, and she mumbled, "Fang?"

I nodded, and crouched down as close to her as I possibly could, what with the cages separating us and all.

_Ummm… This is a line break…_

After we had filled Max in on what happened, and she had filled us in on what had happened on her end, we sat there in silence once again.

Finally, after a while, I said, "Any ideas?"

Max gave me a confused look. "On what?"

"Getting out of here," I replied, raising one eyebrow in a questioning manner. (A/N: I hate that last line, but I couldn't think of any other way to say that. :P)

"No," she said, "I don't think we should leave."

Now, I'm not normally one to use the whole text-talk thing, but that cause a genuine WTF from me. "What?"

Sylvia, Damien, and Ember looked kind of ticked off, as well as confused. I couldn't blame them.

Max replied, "I think it would be best if we just stay here. Let them test on us."

I was confused, too. I didn't know what the hell was up with Max, considering the fact that she was always the first one to want to break out.

Either Max had hit her head really hard, Max had been drugged, or this wasn't Max.

All three were possible. And all three were pretty scary.

Author's Note: Umm…. SO yeah. I'm sorry about the three POV's. I had to fit all of that in there, and those were the only people who could explain anything…SO yeah! Anyway! Next update in five days, as usual. Unless I feel like writing the next chapter, editing it, proofreading it, and all that. Which I just might. I'm in a writing mood…Haha.(:

Peace out.

-Nicolette.