I dedicate this chappie to the following people: TheIllusionist'sWings04, trueblueCe-ce, Absolutely Unusual, Bigtimebooks, and pretty much anyone who supports Fax and Eggy.

MAX'S POV:

I wake up in a lab. I'm shackled into a wall, which is a step up from the usual dog rest of the Flock is ion tables, held down by steel cables. Fang has yet to regain consciousness.(A/N I SPELLED THAT RIGHT!)

"Well, since you're awake, let me introduce myself. I'm Dr. Sullivan(FWI, my whitecoat names are inspired by volleyball coaches.), and I am here to explain what we are doing here."

A red-haired, cheery woman stands before me. "It's a couple minutes before Dr. Batchelder will let me start, so I will just put my iPod into a dock I love Justin Bieber and Hannah Montana."

"SHOOT ME NOW!" cries a crazed Cece.

"Oh, look, time sure flies. Well let me begin, then." She clears her throat and begins reading.

"Project 661 has the ability to read minds, breath underwater, influence people, and gives really good Bambi eyes. Her genetic material is jumbled." Angel.

"Project 662 has digestion issues, resulting in the clearing out of a room. His genetic material is worse than his sister's." Gazzy.

"Project 663 has the ability to hack any computer, and is found to talk way too much. Her DNA is somewhat better than 661 and 662's." Nudge.

"Project 664 is blind, but has the ability to feel colors, and even see the outline of objects in extreme light. His DNA is rather neat." Iggy.

"Project 665 has not regained consciousness, and can blend into shadows. His DNA is the neatest of the set." Fang.

"Project 666 has really messed up DNA, can throw fire, and seems to be able to move water. She has an adept ability with pyrotechnics, and seems to be the most dangerous. We have seen a pattern in her cells, and we think that with some blood transfusion, and a little rehabilitation..." Dr. Sullivan launches into a speech about genetic material.

"Well, Dr. Smartypants, what's an apple divided by a pear, huh?" Cece is really ticked now.

"Well, considering the acid levels, I would have to say grapes."

"WRONG! It's an orange!"

"Cece, shut up. Mocking a whitecoat gets you nowhere."

I turn and see Fang is finally awake. Thank God...

FANG'S POV:

I hear a voice. It's Max's. It says to me: "Fang, it's Jeb, he's the one that's been telling Dr. Shaffekin where we are. Please, Fang, wake up, or you and the rest of them are dead." I try to resurface, but I only get pulled down more.

"Fang, I don't know if this will help, but yes. Yes." Yes? What does she... oh. Yes. I get it. Now I'm really trying to fight the drugs, but I fade to black...

I wake up slowly. I'm back on my table, held down by steel ropes. Cece is yelling at some whitecoat. I decide to stop her.

"Cece, shut up. Mocking a whitecoat gets you nowhere."

Max turns and looks at me. She looks relieved.

The door bursts open, and Jeb and Dr. Shaffekin walk in.

"We're ready for the acid bath, Dr. Sullivan. Let's have the youngest go first." They unstrap Angel, pick her up, and drag her to a big container.

Max is fighting her shackles. "If you so mush as dip her toe in..." she threatens.

Jeb only laughs and drops Angel in. The screams are unbearable... and then they stop. Angel... is dead.

DRAMA! I LOVE CAPS LOCK! Any way, I've made my hit list even shorter, thanks to this chapter. A lot of Fax and Eggy up ahead. REVIEW IF YOU WANT ME TO UPDATE!