Chapter Eleven - You're joking, right?

A/n: hello again guys! My exams finished yesterday! Hurray! I totally winged it. Higher Irish is not my strongest subject (even though I am Irish) anyway…I would have updated sooner but all I wanted to do yesterday was play Kingdom Hearts, and that's exactly what I did- for 9 hours straight.

I had lain awake nearly all night, thinking. About the dream. About Max. About how we were going to get out of here.

The moon moved across the sky and thoughts whirled in my head. I felt restless, like I could never sleep again.

Sometime around when the sky began to brighten I dropped off to the sound of Max's breathing.

In my dreams wolves ran through burning trees.

I awoke with a start. Knocking. On the door. Thud, thud, thud. Someone pounding against the white wood. Max stirred. I got up, crossed the apartment and stared at the door, a few cautious feet back. Didn't they have the key?

"Uh, come in?"

This was the most confused I'd been in a while. The last time was when Nudge went from talking about The Joker in Batman to, somehow, about how good fritters were. My ears felt like they were bleeding by the time, forty five minutes later, she had finished up telling me about their 'pineapple-y goodness'. Is that even a word?

The door opened and a guy in his twenties, sandy blonde hair cut close to his head stepped through, white coat about six inches too long for him. It just barely brushed his ankles.

"Hello there", he looked at his clip board, frowning a little "Fang."

I stared down at him incredulously. I was a head taller than him.

"Eh, hi." He shifted nervously.

"We have a small experiment today for you, 'Fang', the operation should take no longer than twenty minutes, so, if you could just follow me please, there's a good boy." What was this guy on?

If you could just follow me please? There's a good boy? This guy was off his rocker. Completely and utterly insane. He did realise I could break him in two, didn't he?

"I don't think I will." His look turned to flustered.

" Now, come on. Don't be difficult, we-"

"You've got to be joking right?" He bristled.

" Listen young, eh, man. We've got a schedule to keep to and if-"

"I'm terribly sorry if I'm inconveniencing you."

"Well, yes. Now c-"

"But I'm not going with you."

This guy was a epic fail. He was going to flunk is "evil exams' at the end of the year.

"This freak giving you trouble Jeremy?" Another white coat appeared. There's one born every minute. Or so it seems.

His hair was dark brown and was that length that's between short and long. He was sporting a short beard.

" He's refusing to come for his testing, Chris"

"Damn straight."

" Fang?" Max had woken up. Her hair was messy curls and her t-shirt was crumpled. I wanted to kiss her right then and there.

"What the hell is going on?"

Chris cracked a grin.

"Oh I think I know why, didn't want to leave his little girlfriend all alone. So, freak, she good in bed, is that it?"

We're sixteen. Makes you wonder what kind of things he was doing at sixteen.

"She's great. Can sleep for days."

I heard Max chuckle from behind me. Chris' face turned sour, like he'd been sucking on too many toxic waste sweets. Those things were the definition of sour. (A/N: I swear I could feel my face turning inside out.)

" I'll call for the erasers Jeremy." I was just thinking I should try push past them and make my way to freedom when the door was shut in my face and the lock turned with that short little click I'd heard so many times.

I turned to face Max.

" Do they want us or something?"

"Apparently just me." I shrugged.

"That guy was a total idiot trying to ask me to come with him, like a good little boy." She cracked up laughing.

"Well we all know you're a very bad little boy, now don't we?" Her eyes sparkled with humour and something else. I guessed at sarcasm because as soon as I turned away and grabbed an apple, a twist in my stomach, she started laughing again. A delicate warm sound, like a wind chime or fire crackling.

I felt juice explode on my tongue with citrus as I waited for the hired, or should that be created?, muscle to arrive. This would be fun.

The door opened with the absence of knocking, all pretence of ponce and politeness gone now.

Ah, good old simple evil.

I moved to face the door, half an uneaten apple in my hand.

And who do I see, but my great friend Bob.

The sadistic bastard.

" Now, come with us. I don't want to have to use violence." A white coat who doesn't like violence…and I thought I'd seen everything. As soon as I see a pink coat my life will be almost complete. Tell Max I love her and it's plain sailing. Right. Suuure.

I walked calmly through the door, biting into the apple as I went. I heard the door being closed and locked behind me.

Without warning, I kicked out at Bob, landing the shot on his stomach. He crumpled over it and my hands came down on his neck, apple flung to the side. His knees hit tiles and another kick, this time to the head, left him curled up in the fetal position, moaning. I picked up my apple, dusted it off and leaned against the wall in front of the white coats, laughing. I munched on the last of my apple happily and threw it in a near by bin.

Erasers grabbed my arms and dragged me down the hall after the shell shocked Jeremy.

I was laughing so hard I was about to get a stitch.

A/N: This is a bit of a filler chapter but I hope you liked it all the same. I'll update later on today for the experiment that could possibly change Fang's life. Warning: a lot more darker emotions are on their way but so is FAX! HURRAY! Will their be a kiss in the next chapter? It depends on what mood I'm in after reading the REVIEWS! (hint hint, nudge nudge )