Chapter 11

Max's P.O.V.

I was ready to give up, to die. I couldn't freaking function like this. At least when I was here before the rest of the Flock was with me. And now they might of even given up on me.

"Hello,".

I looked up, and saw Jeb. No biggie. Every time I get involed with the School in any way, he shows up sooner or later. It's part of the schedule.

"Don't worry. We won't be needing you much longer, Max." Jeb said, his smile sinister. "Soon you can get back to your Flock. In nine months or so."

Nine months! I can barley survive a week, and you're telling me nine months! But I didn't say anything, and tried to keep my emotions from showing. I just glared at him with my steel gaze.

"Just take this needle. I know how much you hate needles, Max. But it's just one. Another member will also get it." Pleaded Jeb, in a very non-persuading way.

"Um, let me think about it. Hmm . . . . NO." I replied sarcastically, rolling my eyes.

Jeb almost looked sorry for me. "Then I guess we'll have to force you, Max. Just do what we tell you to, and it will be less painful for you, and the other member."

"Yeah, like I was the one to follow orders, Jeb. I think you know me better than that. Or maybe you don't, considering the fact that you left us alone, and locked us in cages again, and tried to jab a needle into my arm!"

"Jeb." Another scientist came to talk to that traitor, and I started to eavesdrop. "3 figures are approaching. From the air. I inference that it is Subject Eleven." He finished.

"Which one is the strongest male, Kendrick?" Jeb asked, then glanced at me. I glared back.

"Number 1656932. The tall, dark, one." That scientist (Kendrick) said, sounding a little peeved off. "I think you should look for yourself."

"No need. Go capture him." Then Jeb turned back to me. "I assume you know who we were talking about." He smiled smugly. It was disgusting.

Yes, I did know who they were talking about. Fang.

Then, just like that first horrible day at the motel, Fang crashed through the window.