hey everyone glad people still like this. Um..if you think it's twisted now..erm...just wait ..there's more to come...most of which we wrote at 3 am on a pop high so..yea if the next few chapters confuse anyone, please review and tell me, and I'll post another summary. Anyway, here's chapter 14!

14.

"What the hell did you do that for?" The clone slowly withdraws the needle from Max's throat, and looks at me.

"She was beginning to remember. I couldn't let that happen." She glares at Max's limp form. Yes that was jealousy in her eyes, mingled with a hatred so strong…

And without another look at me, she hoisted the unconscious form to her shoulder and left, passing Jeb in the doorway.

"Ah, so you're awake." Were the first words he spoke. Shame they didn't end there. "Now, we need to do some…testing." And with that, he unlocked my cage. I made it as far as the door before the Erasers grabbed me.

He tsked at me. "Fang, Fang, Fang. You know better than that. Now come along quietly…or Max might pay the price.

I stopped dead. "You leave her alone!" Then I was shoved forward, down the hall and into an operating room. A brief struggle, and I found myself laying, chest exposed, the operating table, ankles and wrist bound in steel, and racks of sharp instruments nearby. As I began to accept that I had lost, Jeb's face swam into view, eclipsing the glaring light above my head.

"Alright, now this may hurt a little." He said, holding up a razor sharp scalpel. Then he began cutting open my chest. I wish I could have passed out.

Hours later I woke up with my eyes shut. You know how some people wake up and think it was all a dream? Well, this wasn't like that. The pain was all too real. A sound reached my ears. That must be one of my only senses left that didn't scream in pain, as I discovered upon trying to open my eyes. There it was a gain, a sniffle, and choked sob. I forced my eyes open, and waited in agony for my eyes to adjust. Then my heart cried out in sadness.

"Max?" I tried to speak softly, but it came out as more of a harsh, painful rasp. I had over exerted it during my 'operation' yesterday.

She looked up, despair written all over her face. "Oh Fang," she whispered. "It's all my fault."

"No it's not." I said firmly. Then blinked confusedly. "You remember?" I asked gently.

"Yes," she sobs. "Everything." I longed to hold her, comfort her in some way, but my restraints held me tight, and I hung there, feeling useless. But a guy's got to try, so…

"Shh, Max. It's okay. It's okay" Alright, so I suck at comforting people. Give a guy a break.

She sniffled again and gave a nervous hiccup but seemed to calm down a bit. That was better. I really couldn't stand to see her cry, I felt like my heart was ripping out of my chest… more painful than having intense surgery. Of course, the slight ease on my poor heart couldn't last; the whole world was set against it.

So the door opens, and who should enter but theother Max. Again, holding a needle in her fist and walking quickly. Again, I shouted out my warning too late, and again, my heart twisted as Max slumped to the ground.

Jeb came to see me later, and he wasn't happy. Like that's a surprise. He yelled allot and hinted that I should stop trying to jog her memory. As if it were my fault, and the age old 'or else' came up once or twice. I took that to mean more pain on my part, so I didn't care. Little did I know, I couldn't have been more wrong.

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