A/N: Hello my fellow readers! Sorry it's a day late. I wasn't finished with it. I'm really excited about this chapter for lots of reasons and cant wait to read your reviews on it. So here is Chapter 11. Can't believe I made it this far on my first story. Oh and I don't own any name brands mentioned in this. So, get a chocolate bar and some soda and a really comfy blanket and read, cuz that sounds good.

Max POV:

Well, I can't say that sitting in my cell the next day waiting for the creep GH to come in and kill me was fun, but I actually did enjoy having a conversation with one of the guys keeping an eye on me. He was a tall and muscular dude, and he didn't say much. Kinda reminded me of Fang.

"Hi." I said to him.

He didn't reply.

"My name is Max, Your boss is going to kill me in a couple of hours to get revenge on my daddy for screwing with his toy. Did you have a horrible dad?"

no reply.

"Well, I hope not. You seem like a nice guy."

silence.

"You don't talk much, do you?"

He grunted and shifted his gun. I hadn't noticed it until now. I know what you are all thinking. How can you not notice a gun that may or may not be used to hurt you. The answer is, I'm not sensitive to those things.

I was surprised by the sound he made anyways and gasped. "Wow! You are capable of making sound. I knew it. Do you mind reaching into my pocket and pulling out a five and giving it to my imaginary friend over in the corner? We had a bet going about you not making a noise and he won. Thanks a lot man!"

The guard was getting a little irritated and I grinned to myself. Perfect.

"You know, I had a dream the night you guys kidnapped me. I was on a beach with this delicious red drink in my hand and I was with my sexy boyfriend. And right before I woke up, I found out it was my dad's blood. Then I woke up to being kidnapped."

The next twenty minutes passed by with my telling dumb stories. It was when I was in the middle of describing my favorite milkshake ever that he snapped.

"DO YOU EVER SHUT UP?" he screamed at me.

I took the opportunity to stand up and toss my handcuffs aside, the whole time being spent unlocking the handcuffs with a bobby pin that I had found still in my hair from forever ago on the boat and had shaken it out of my hair, catching it with my hands.

The guard looked at me with shock and I used his hesitation to my advantage by throwing the chair at him and then running and taking his gun from him as he struggled to regain his sense of direction. Once he did and saw me with the gun aimed at him, he stood up slowly, hands up.

I gestured with the gun to his belt that was filled with weapons. "Throw that away." He dropped it to the ground and kicked it away.

"Now turn around and up against the wall." I commanded. He did so.

Suddenly, I couldn't stop shaking. My hands were sweaty and my confidence slipping. I hadn't really thought it through this far, but now I realized that if I let him go, they would catch me faster. I put the gun up to his head and then almost pulled the trigger when I realized something. They had cameras and already knew I had escaped.

Stupid, Max, stupid!

I ran to the door and shot the lock, threw it open and continued to run. I took three right turns and two lefts. When I came to a set of stairs, I ran down them and ended up at the back door to the basement. I was about to open it when a voice sounded from behind me.

"Max."

It was Dr. GH, I saw out of the corner of my eye that he had a gun and was pointing it at me. I slowly backed away from the door and put my hands up in surrender.

GH didn't look to happy about my escape. He walked towards me until he was a foot away. "I was hoping that this wouldn't happen." he said, shaking his head.

I glared at him with my stellar Max glare and stayed silent.

He continued talking. "because now, I have to reschedule the whole thing." he sighed and placed the gun to my forehead. "Walk."

I did as he said. We journeyed through the building in silence until I noticed that we had passed the room I had been held in.

"Where are you taking me?" I asked him.

He chuckled, a sound that didn't really work for him, "That's for me to know and you to find out."

We reached a private elevator and he unlocked it with a card, and pulled me in. I pondered where we might be going as the room dropped to lower levels. At least it felt like it was going down. The funny thing is, it felt like we were way past the basement by now, and that worried me.

When the thing finally stopped, he yanked me out. We were in some kind of dark tunnels underneath the building. The only light came from a torch in the wall next to his head. He grabbed the torch and led me down the tunnels. We walked for what seemed like forever until he stopped us in front of a kind of large alcove in the wall. It was about twelve feet long and eight feet wide. I looked up and saw that there was a bar door that could slide down over the entrance. Dr. GH put the torch into the wall and held his gun up again.

"Get in." he commanded.

I really wish I could have found a way to get out of this one but there wasn't. So I walked in and he followed. He pulled out handcuffs and put one around my wrist and the other to a chain that was nailed into the wall. But apparently I needed special treatment. He took out what looked like a blow torch and welded them shut. I think he purposefully burnt me with it.

When he was done, he stood up and looked at me with a smug grin. "Well, darling, I'd like to see you get out of this one."

He pushed a button on the wall and the bars slid down over the entrance. I could still hear him laughing after he left.

After about twenty minutes in the darkness, (GH had taken the torch so it was pitch black) I began to panic a little. We had been in that elevator for a long time and that meant I was deep underground. There was no getting out of this one easy. I had no idea when he planned on killing me and no idea how to get out, since the elevator requires keys.

He had had a gun on me, so I couldn't have fought back. And if I did manage to get away from him, I'd need his keys to unlock the elevator and that would be to risky to get close enough to grab them.

Thanks, Dad.

Fang's POV:

"Can someone please remind me why I'm the one driving!" I shouted at them as the car swerved violently to the left, going off the road.

Stealing a car was an interesting experience. Nudge broke into the system and looked through the parking lot cameras to find a van and identify the owner. Once we knew which car, we had Angel steal the keys from the owner of the car. Which left Ella and I switching on driving every hour and Gazzy as co-pilot.

"Because it's your turn." Ella reminded me.

"Just focus on the road and don't go over the speed limit...but don't go super slow either." Gazzy added for support.

I sighed and stretched out my hands on the wheel. We were only six hours away from Max and then we would get her and leave. Whoever took her was going to pay, I'd make sure of that, but then we were gone.

A car came up on the opposite lane and I swerved to the right again. Everyone let out a little sound of panic as I did, but then we returned to the calm drive to save our best friend. Of course the silence didn't last too long.

"Fang, I don't mean to slow things down, but we skipped breakfast and lunch, and it's seven at night. I think we need to eat." Angel said from the back.

"Angel's right." Ella added. "Next stop we see is a food break."

I nodded "Gazzy, look for possible stops and point them out to me when you see a good one."

Gazzy saluted me, "Yes, sir."

It didn't take to long for him to find a McDonald's on the side of the road. I took the exit and we pulled into the parking lot. I turned around to face them and said "Okay, let's figure out our orders before we go in. We don't want to draw to much attention. Iggy?"

"I want a Big Mac with a large fry and Diet Pepsi."

I wrote it down. "Ella?"

"Kids cheese burger with a small fry and chocolate milk. I want to toy."

Iggy grinned at her ad I rolled my eyes and wrote it down. "Nudge?"

"Same."

"Angel?"

"Same as Nudge and Ella."

"Gazzy, you want that to?" I asked him jokingly.

"No, I want what Iggy got except power aid."

"Alright, let's go."

We all got out of the van and walked into the McDonald's. There wasn't a line so we just walked straight up to the counter. I pulled out the piece of scrap paper with our orders and verbally gave them to the lady. She look at all of us closely before turning to get our food. While we waited, the others talked. Iggy pulled me to the side with a dumb grin on his face.

"What?" I asked him.

"It's just, look at what Max has done for you. You actually talk to people and you don't always have your head down and it's just cool, ya know?"

I rolled my eyes. "Dude, no chick flick moments. We're on a mission."

He slapped me upside the head and walked back over to the others, putting his arm around Ella, who blushed.

Man, I missed Max.

After about twenty minutes, we were back on the road and ready to find Max.

Max's POV:

I was really getting sick of this whole dungeon get-up that Dr. Crazy had going on. I mean with the no food and some creep coming down to throw a mini water at my head twice so far, I was getting a little grumpy. Currently, I played with the chain that was attached to the wall. I had slipped the handcuffs a long time ago and had tried busting out, but hadn't found a way yet.

I think about six hours had passed since he had thrown me in here and I was about to die of boredom. I knew there was a guard at the elevator and had tried to irritate him earlier, but that hadn't really worked as well as it had on the other one. This guy didn't have any emotions at all. He reminded me of a dead person. Because they didn't have emotions either. Wow, this place has drained me of any humor. That is a sad, sad thing.

From my spot on the floor in the dark dungeon, I could hear the elevator opening and someone walking down towards my "cell". It turned out to be Dr. GH. He opened my door and stepped in, followed by a guy who had Jeb being dragged behind. So I guess these were my last moments alive.

"Max, I hope you understand that I have no grudge against you, just your father. That is why I'm killing you. So he'll know how much it hurts to lose something important." GH said.

I snorted. "Yeah, my dad really cares about me. I seriously doubt he's gonna give a crap when you pull the trigger."

Jeb seemed to get an idea from this. "Go ahead. I could care less."

GH just smiled and snapped his fingers at an unseen person down the hallway. A few minutes later, a guy came in and threw my mom down next to me.

"Mom?" I shouted at her. "What are you doing here?"

She seemed fine, a little thinner, but fine. Oh, I was mad now. "I'd like to know the same thing, Max." she told me with an exhausted tone.

"I thought you were on your cruise."

She rolled her eyes. "Well obviously not. I was home for about an hour after you left before some people showed up and shoved me in a van."

I glared at Jeb. "This is your fault. I hate you."

He didn't show any emotions. This made me a little more ticked off.

GH hadn't noticed I had slipped my handcuffs yet. He watched us all very carefully before saying. "Jeb, I'm sorry, my old friend. I really wish things could have been different."

With that being said, he raised his gun and shot my mom in the head. I blinked and she was suddenly on her back, a hole in her skull, blood running onto the floor.

I froze in shock. I could tell that Jeb had begun to shout and try to hit GH, but he was dragged away. The whole scene was in the back of my head as I watched my dead mother next to me, her blood seeping onto my jeans. The world slowly came back into focus.

"Mom?" I whispered.

No answer.

"MOM!" I shook her shoulders, screaming "WAKE UP!"

DR. GH stood silently. I looked over at him, murderous rage swelling up inside me. "You killed her? Over a stupid machine!" I jumped on him, tackling him to the ground.

He yelped and I could hear a guard racing down to us. My hands were wrapped around his neck, shaking him until his face was blue. I was screaming insults at him as I was pried off of him and hit over the head.

The world was black.

Fang's POV:

We all sat in our van and looked at the building Max was in. She was being held in the main one that had three stories. For the past twenty minutes, we had been planning on how we were going to get in. Nudge had broke into the system after about ten minutes and found that Max was a mile under the building in some kind of abandoned catacombs. The elevator required a key, but Nudge could override they system. Now that we had figured it out, we were ready.

"Alright, let's go over this one some time." I said.

They all nodded and I began to recap. "Iggy is going to place one bomb on a storage until far down the road, security will rush there. Gazzy is going to set off another one not far from the first. They continue to work their way down. Until they get to the sewer where they drop down and reroute back up the road to our designated meeting spot. Meanwhile, Ella and I will run in and and grab Max from the tunnels. Nudge will see us on the cameras and open the elevator. We find Max and get her out. Iggy, you have the mini explosives for us in case?"

Iggy nodded and I continued, "We bring Max up and hop in the van and drive to our meeting spot."

Iggy and Gazzy were about to leave when Nudge held up her hand. "WAIT!"

"What is it?" Angel asked. (she was Nudge's assistant for tech support)

Tears were filling her eyes. "I just got a visual of Max. Someone's with her."

Iggy closed the door. "We can grab them too, right."

Nudge was shaking her head. "I think it's Max's mom. She's dead."

We were all silent for a moment.

I hit my head on the steering wheel, cursing under my breath. "Whoever is behind this, they're dead." I muttered.

Ella suddenly burst out sobbing. It was her mom as well. She cried into Nudge's shoulder, who stroked the girls hair and tried to calm her down.

"Guys, I think we need to call the police." Gazzy said.

I nodded. "I think that's a good idea. But first, let's stick to the plan and then call the cops afterward. Iggy and Gazzy, you guys take the sewer system back to the van instead. The only problem is we stole a car and none of us can drive."

Ella lifted her head. "Max can drive. She has her license."

Nudge pulled out her cell and began to dial. After a few seconds she began to talk. "Hey, Becky It's Nudge." she sounded really sad and tears from earlier spilled down. "Yeah, I got a call from my mom this morning and my dad is in the hospital. He got in a bad accident, and I don't know if he'll make it. She couldn't come and get me so I took your car." she started to sob. "I just panicked. My friend knows how to drive though. We're in Arizona right now. I'm sorry. I just realized it now." she paused to listen before continuing. "Thanks Becky. I feel so bad. I'll return it as soon as we get back." she let out a few more sobs before hanging up. She wiped some stray tears from her face and looked at us with a smile. "We're all set."

"You're friends with Becky, our councilor?" Gazzy asked her.

She nodded "Yeah, she said she would give us permission to use her car. You guys knew this was hers, right? No? Well, that girl is way to nice for her own good."

I nodded. "Okay, let's go."

Max's POV:

I woke up to the ugly face of my mothers killer. He was looking down at me with pity. Jeb was tied up and had a knife held up to his throat by the guy from earlier. GH had a gun pointed at my head. I slowly got to my feet and looked at him with a glare that would make Chuck Norris cringe. It sure made him upset. He lowered his gun slightly and stepped back.

I looked over to Jeb. "You're pathetic, and selfish, and that's why she's dead." I pointed over to my mother's body. They hadn't bothered to move her, the sick, twisted monsters.

I looked back at GH. "Go ahead. Whatever lets you sleep at night."

He raised his gun to shoot me and I grinned at him, "See you in Hell."

He grimaced and pulled the trigger.

A/N: I know, you all hate me. I will probably update around the fourteenth. But if I don't, it's because I didn't finish writing it and I left for vacation. I get back on the eighteenth but if I haven't updated by then it will be posted on the twentieth. But chances are it will be the fourteenth.

Alrighty, let the hate mail come forth.

~Brownie;)