Salutations, mon amies!
Before we start this incredibly mind blowing chapter,—
Fang: It's not really that mind blowing.
Me: Okay fine, maybe not to some people. But as I was saying, I wish to make a speech for you, my fine friends of FanFiction.
Fang: It's really sad, how in real life, you don't have as cool of friends as the FanFictioners.
Me: My friends are cool!
Fang: …..
Me: They're cool to me! Just because we don't care about our social status doesn't mean we're uncool, Fang!
Fang: Whatever fries your bacon.
Me: Go suck a lemon. As I was saying, here's my speech to you reviewers/readers of FF:
For starters, you guys are truly amazing. You have given me purpose on FanFiction, and I appreciate that more than you know! I mean after all; what's the purpose of writing if nobody wants to read it?
Secondly, all my readers; I thank you so much for reading my story! It means a lot to me, and it shows that I can actually do something right in life.
Lastly, all my reviewers. Thanks for every review that you've sent me. Every single one, all 69 of them, are appreciated, just like you guys!
Fang: Are you done yet?
Me: I guess I am now…sorry for the long author's note, I just really wanted to say that to you guys(:
Disclaimer: I don't own MR. Although, I am planning on several ways us fangirls can get even with ole JP. You just wait.
Here's the chappie!
Previously…
Angel POV
"So you're a prince too?" I inquired. He nodded slowly.
"That's pretty cool," I grinned. Never in my life would I have imagined talking to a prince. First Prince Nicholas, and now uh…Gazzy?
He seemed to understand what I was thinking. "You don't have to call me 'Prince' or 'Your Highness' or anything. I'm not one for formalities; it makes me feel older than I am," he laughed.
"Okay then," I said, laughing along with him.
And you know what? It felt good to laugh after what had happened this past week.
Max POV
My eyes drifted open, and darted around the new unfamiliar room that I was in. But this time I wasn't restrained.
How touching.
I struggled into a sitting position, and bit back a cry at the immense pain that had taken over my back. It felt like it was on fire, only there was nothing that could relieve it. I noticed the further I sat up, the less intense the pain became. Once I was fully sitting, the horrible agony had subsided into a dull ache.
"Max?"
My eyes swept around the room, and I saw Nudge, Iggy, and Gazzy talking. Finally, I saw the owner of the voice who called my name.
"Ange?" I asked softly. She grinned at me crookedly, and I could see bruises up on her cheeks, cuts on her arms, and a bit of crusted blood on her lip. But when I saw the two pure white wings coming from her back, my blood ran cold, and Ari's words rushed back to me.
Shut up little birdy.
"They turned us into birds?" I asked, my voice sluggish in disbelief.
"According to the Doc, we're 98% human, and 2% avian, hence the wings," Angel explained. Using my right hand, I reached behind me, and felt something soft and large. Wings.
"We all have wings?" I asked Angel. She nodded without a word. I turned around and surveyed the room again, desperately hoping to see a head of tousled black hair peeping out from under the covers. But the bed on my left was empty; the sheets crisp and pulled over.
"Fang?" I asked, my voice shaking.
Nudge, Gazzy, and Iggy had stopped talking and faced me, looking on with solemn expressions.
"Where is he?" I demanded, my hands clenching and unclenching over and over. "They put him in another room, to try to get him to talk about something," Nudge said quietly, casting her wide eyes downward. I know, Nudge and quiet. It's an oxymoron.
They were torturing Fang. Fang. He had saved me from almost dying once, and he was well…Fang. He was amazing.
"We need to get out of here," I said, trying to calm my shaking voice. We would find Fang. "We have to," I repeated, more to myself as I stared blankly at the plain blah walls.
"Aw, Maxie-Pad wants to save Fangy-Poo? Totes adorbs," Iggy said, his voice going up an octave.
Gazzy wrinkled his nose. "Totes adorbs? What the heck does that mean?"
"Totally adorable," Iggy and Nudge answered him helpfully, before Nudge turned to Iggy with raised eyebrows. "Only you…" she sighed.
As they bantered, I eased out from under the covers and tried to get out of bed. Since our wings were so large, I stumbled from their weight as I walked around. It was something I'd have to get used to. Although, I still couldn't wrap my mind around the fact that I was no longer 100% human.
The room was large, and the beds were spread out, probably to give us room for our wings. Mine were at least fourteen feet in length, if not more. "So how exactly are we supposed to get out of here? I'm sure that they didn't just leave the door open or something," Gazzy said, tapping his chin in thought.
"It's simple, guys," Iggy said cheerfully. We all looked at him. "We blow it up!"
"IGGY!"
"Fine, fine. I guess you don't want to help dear Fangles," Iggy said, holding up his hands in surrender. I let out a breath.
"Igs. Even if I wanted you to blow something up, there's nothing here for you to blow up. Just six beds," I said, shaking my head at him. He grinned at me. "My dear Maxie, you're talking to the same guy who blew up the kitchen once using only a toothpick and my tie."
"I do not want to know how that happened," I said, shaking my head.
"Okay guys, here's what we do. We wait until they bring us some food to choke down. Let me handle the rest," Iggy said, and clapped his hands together, smiling devilishly. It's official; I was concerned, ladies and gents.
"I have no choice but to trust you, Ig," I said, shaking my head. "And it's sad when you're my last resort. But, you know that this might not work," I added.
"You're such a pessimist, Max. Don't worry, I'll take that chance."
We spent a few hours talking to each other, and playing with our wings. They were still sore, but at least now we had learned how to tuck them up against our back, making them less noticeable.
The door opened, and I saw a woman come in, pushing a cart of food. "Yay, our prison food," Gazzy said sarcastically, as a plate was pushed at him from where we were sitting on the floor in a circle.
"He's not gonna bite you," Angel muttered. "But Ari might," I added, and Angel snickered.
As the food was passed out to everyone, I saw another whitecoat with two Erasers by his sides at the door. (A/N As soon as I typed this, the song Monster came on by Skillet…that's ironic. Back to the story now children!) "Maximum, I hate to tear you away from your…friends…but we need you for something," he said.
"No thanks," I said, stuffing the stale bread in my mouth. It was disgusting, but my stomach was gurgling, and I had to eat something. "Maximum. This isn't a choice. You're coming with us, willingly or by force," the whitecoat threatened. I took a sip of the room temperature tap water. "I'll pass. Hey, while you're up, can you refill this up with some more delicious water?" I asked, holding out my cup. The whitecoat stalked in the room and slapped the cup away from my hand.
"I was going to drink that," I remarked, staring in his beady gray eyes.
"I'm assuming that we're going to have to take you by force. Alright then, Maximum," he said with a sigh, and snapped his fingers. The Erasers were suddenly by his sides, and one yanked me up off the ground by my hair. "Yow! Watch it, wolfy!" I snapped, and both Erasers took my arms. "Take her to room 32B," the whitecoat directed, and I heard the cries of my sister and friends as I twisted around in the iron grasps of the mutants.
"Let me go, you freaks!" I screamed, and kicked harder, but it was no use. They practically dragged me down hallways and different sets of stairs. I was overwhelmed. Where were we, anyway? I thought.
One Eraser kicked open a door, and threw me inside, before both stepped in, and the door was locked with a click.
I turned around, and I almost gasped.
"Fang?"
I was going to stop it there, just because I'm mean like that, but then I thought, oh what the hey? I guess you could call this a gift for all my bacontastic reviewers. :D
He turned his head to look at me, and I had to stifle a gasp. The eye that had been swollen was now completely purple and shut. The rest of his face was covered in bruises, and his nose was bloody. His skin was pale and clammy underneath all the cuts and grime. His eyebrows rose and his eyes widened in the slightest bit of shock when he saw me.
"Fang," I choked out again, and scrambled up to run to him, but the Erasers held me back. "Oh, Maximum, hello," Ari said with a laugh, coming up to me. He ran his paw down my cheek, and I spat at him.
"What did you do to him?" I demanded. Ari shook his head. "We had a few questions for Prince Nicky here, but he's not cooperating."
I glanced at him, and tried to send him a proud smile. He only half smiled, but even that looked painful.
"He looks like he's gone through a woodchipper!" I screamed at Ari, managing to kick him in the kneecap. He swore, and slapped me across the face. "You're not here because I want to talk to you, Maxie," he said, changing the subject. My cheek burned from the impact of his slap.
"I want to see if Fang will answer my questions if his dear girl here,"—he gestured to me—"stays in here to urge him along, so to speak," he finished with a slight chuckle. He wasn't telling me something.
But he turned his attention back to Fang, with his hands clasped behind his back, and said, "I could be here for hours, dear boy. So just tell me where your family jewels are hidden." Something wasn't right. I could feel it.
"That's not why we're here."
Ari looked up at me, from where I'd spoken. "Huh?"
"I said, we're not here, at this science…lab thing, because of the royal family's jewels," I concluded, more to myself than to wolf-boy.
"That may be true, Maxie, but those jewels could make me a rich man," Ari smirked.
"Oh? Well, I see many flaws in that statement. For one, you aren't exactly a man," I started, but Ari landed a kick to my side so hard that I fell to the ground, the Erasers that were holding me releasing me at the last second. I almost groaned at the pain.
"Max!" Fang said, his voice weak, but trembling angrily. He couldn't get up; he was bound tightly to an old chair. I closed my eyes and breathed through my nose.
Pain is just a message. And I'm not taking any calls.
I stood to my feet shakily, and I noticed that the Erasers had left the room. I wasn't being held by anyone. Maybe if I ambushed Ari if he wasn't looking…
Almost as if Ari knew what I was thinking, he strode over to me.
"Fang, where are the family jewels?" Ari asked.
"I already told you, you overgrown puppy, I don't know," Fang snapped hoarsely.
"Fine," Ari shrugged. In a split second, he had punched me in the nose, and I held it with both hands as blood started to seep out. My eyes watered from the impact, but I tried to make it look like I wasn't hurting. I straightened out, released my nose, and let the blood drip onto my shirt.
"I could do this all day," Ari said with a gleeful laugh, while Fang's eyes narrowed. But he was too restrained. He couldn't break out unless something sharp cut him loose.
"Fang? The jewels?" Ari prompted. When Fang didn't reply, Ari pulled out a knife, the metal glinting in the light. He grabbed me and held the knife at my throat. "I know you don't want to kill her now, right?" he asked, Fang's hands clenched and trembled, but still he didn't say a word.
Ari slid the knife deeper, and I felt a small sting as the metal nipped my neck. "Last chance, little birdy," he told Fang.
Something in me snapped. Something angry; something I'd never felt before. It wasn't just anger. It was pure rage. It was like someone had threatened Angel, times twenty.
With an angry cry, I yanked out of Ari's grasp, and kicked him in the ribs so hard I heard a crack. "OW!" he cried, and lunged at me with the knife. With some strength that I didn't know I had, I jumped up, and kicked him in the face with my foot. He fell to the floor, the knife clattering to the ground.
I jumped on top of him, and began to smother his face with angry punches, hisses coming from me after every single one. After a while, he passed out cold, and I dusted the imaginary dirt from my pants as I stood up. "Where did that come from?" Fang asked in wonder, as I scooped up the knife to cut loose the ropes.
"To be honest, I have no idea," I told him, and pulled off the ropes that restrained him with a satisfied tug. He was still feeble, but I pulled him to me, my forehead hitting his shoulder. I felt his wings as my arms came around him in a hug.
"I'm so glad to see you," he murmured, kissing my forehead.
Even though his lip was slightly swollen, I still pulled him to me for a long kiss. Fang happily obliged, and we stayed like that for a few seconds.
Then I pulled away and smiled slightly. "Now, let's go get the others."
Yay I'm done now! Although, that was a longgg chapter, probably my longest. I'm proud of it. Well, I don't really have anything special to say, so…
Oh yes! Happy belated Singles Awareness Day! I hope you all had fun and now buy yourself some cheap candy! That's the best part about this holiday, guys. Seriously.
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