I really have to go...! sorry 4 any mistakes or anything...

Beastie meet Fang. Fang meet Beastie. Just to clear stuff up, I cannot control "the beast". All I can do is clap and cheer for it. That's what I was doing as Beastie growled forcing Fang to take a step back.

Ha! Fang got scared. Fang got scared… I sang in my head.

All of a sudden Beastie jerked, and I swiveled to see what she was doing. She was trying to get out of the shackles. Good luck.

"Max. It's hopeless. Give it up. Just calm down and we will talk okay?"

Fang turned back into Mr. Emotionless, except his voice was deadly. It was the same tone he used for those pathetic Erasers way back when.

I felt my mouth open, but I wasn't the one talking. "I'm not Max." It growled in a low gravely voice that was sooo not my own. I knew I didn't sound like an animal.

But what was this? The only times I had turned into Beastie when I got triggered by the white light. A flashback hit me.

FLASHBACK

I was struggling on the operating table which I had become accustomed to over the year? Month? Days? I didn't know anymore.

They can't chain me up like this forever.

No they couldn't. I was stronger than this. I was a freakin' hybrid. They were puny geeky humans. I felt anger build up in me. The anger that had become my friend in this godforsaken place wrapped me in its loving arms.

I felt myself drifting away from my body. I was struggling but it wasn't me. Everything turned red as I watched the whitecoats' expressions turn from that of curiosity to shock to fear. I heard myself laugh. But it wasn't my laugh. It was animal laughter.

Kool.

I watched as the thing broke the leather bonds and threw various whitecoats against the walls.

One whitecoat raised his head and groaned, "Maximum Ride. Experiment 820920. Stop…"

The thing chuckled and looked down at the pitiful whitecoat. "I'm not Max." Then it cracked the whitecoat's neck.

Ooo, that gotta hurt.

END FLASHBACK

Marcus POV:

Everything hurt. I turned my head to look to my right, and got a face plant in a gray stone. The walls looked like someone had gotten hunk or rocks and just dumped them there. I shook my head of the dizziness that started to plague me and turned to my left. I saw Max, chained up to the wall like I was, only being held up by the shackles aroung her feet.

"I'm not Max." She growled.

Okay that doesn't sound like Max. I saw the guy she was staring at take a step back. Don't mess with her bro. She is just going to kick your a-

Marcus…

I looked beyond Max and saw Nohemi look at me. Since she was an experiment thing she had some kind of telepathy and we could communicate with our minds.

Yeah?

This is not good.

No duh. Hey can you spring me loose?

She nodded at turned forward with a focused look on her face. I smiled. We never found out what kind of hybrid she was, but she could do all sorts of thins with her mind. You name it she can do it. Although she didn't have wings like me, Nohemi could kick my butt anytime. But you didn't hear that from me.

I heard someone talk and turned my head to the man in the room. He had dark hair, and black eyes.

"Max. Now calm down. It is okay." He dropped what looked like a flashlight on the floor.

"How many times do I have to tell you idiot? I'm not Max. They call me Beast." She smiled in a deadly grin. Uh-oh.

Then she paused and looked at her bonds. "How dark ages."

Beast sucked in air and in one swift move she pulled out her ankle shackles. Wow that girl was strong. All the reason I love her so much… you know in the friendly way… But wait was it Max or this beast thing?

The man's eyes widened. "How did you…?"

"You underestimated Max and me, Idiot."

Beast tore her hands out of the wall and proceeded to walk towards the man in a deadly manner. Blood was pouring from her wrists and ankles. I struggled. Max was going to go ballistic. And it's very messy.

Nohemi! Get me out now!