Alright here we are!! There is a lot to get through in this chapter so get ready!! Its going to be a long read!!

Jeb:

The ride was long and Jebs insides were fluttering with anticipation. Not only had he left Max unsupervised, but he was on his way to a house hold of people who hated him. The people's lives were ruined because of him, and he was on his way to ask for help. Well he was asking for help for Max, someone that these people loved more than anything. The children in that house looked up to Max as a parental figure and the adult looked on Max as a daughter. Max was loved by all, another reason why he had to save her life. Jeb knew there was no way he was going to keep her in the school. The stress on her body from that place could send her into her protective state at any second. That would not only be bad for Max, but for everyone in the building.

Jeb saw the house through the window. It was just as he remembered it, a small looking house from the outside. It was white, but had a wood door and pale yellow shutters on the outside to the windows. The porch on the front had a small chair to sit in and Jeb remembered sitting in that chair before. There were some differences, like the small garden in the front, and the small flower pots situated on the deck. All in all it was a lovely house, one Jeb had wanted since he was a child. He had gotten it when he and Valencia were engaged to be married. He wanted their child to have a big backyard to play in and he didn't want her living in the city.

The car stopped and Jeb awkwardly stood in the yard. He didn't know what to do. There were so many ways Valencia would act, and most of them he dreaded. He was the one that caused her pain, he was supposed to go away and never cause any more. He only wanted the best for her, and he hoped that after all these years she had gotten exactly what she wanted.

Jeb cautiously took a step forward ready for the situation that was about to unfold. He knew there would be… words said between the two, but in the end they would work it out for Max's sake. They both loved their daughter and would do anything to make her okay. So Jeb climbed the stair leading to his old house and knocked on the door a few times. There were foot steps, getting closer and Jeb froze in the spot.

The door opened to reveal Valencia Martinez. Jebs breath froze, and he stared at her for a moment. She was even more beautiful than he remembered. Her light eyes shone in the sun and her dark hair fell silently around her shoulders. Even in an apron she was the most radiant woman Jeb had ever seen. Her eyes widened at the sight of him and soon came to an even glare. He knew this was coming.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Jeb flinched at the harshness in her tone. This was where Max got it. He stood there taking in what she said for a moment before giving a weak answer.

"I need to talk to you," he stated simply and immediately wished he hadn't.

"Well it's too late for that," she said trying to close the door in his face, but he pushed it back open. The two ex-lovers stood there shooting each other hard glares.

"It's about Max," Jeb stated and Valencia's mood changed, for the moment anyway. Jeb remembered her mood swings clearly. They happened so often, one minute she would be pissed as all hell and the next she would be happy. And these were the normal mood swings; no one wanted to know what happened when she was pregnant.

"What about her? Is she okay? Do you know where she is? What about Fang is he alright as well?" questions came pouring out of her mouth and Jeb did everything to keep him from chuckling.

"Can I come in?" he asked quietly and Valencia gave him a questioning glance. "There's a lot to talk about."

She gave him a swift nod and stepped aside so he could get through. The house may have looked the same from the outside, but it was very different on the inside. The walls had all been painted to a nice tan color, giving the house some color. None of the furniture was the same and the TV was bigger than the small 24 inch they had to begin with. The table in the dining room where they sat was different. As opposed to the small wooden table they used to have, it was glass and beautiful. Jeb wondered how she was able to afford all of this.

"Where are the kids?" he asked conversationally, part of him worried about them.

"They went to the store to get the groceries," she stated simply, sitting down, inclining that Jeb do the same.

They sat in the cushioned chairs and Jeb took the files from his briefcase. He lay then down in front of the woman and she looked at him as if he was crazy. After a meaningful look from Jeb, she started to look through the papers and her eyes widened, she was a vet, and she could understand all the statistics. She knew what he was telling her about their daughter.

"Are you sure?" he voice broke out in the silence and it almost pained Jeb to give her the answer. This was her child he was taking about, and he was about to tell her some of the worst news she would ever hear.

"Yes, it's been like this for years. She started the testing when she was a child, and we found that this part of her will snap if she's put through too much stress. There's a savage side to her that takes control and there's no telling what will happen. She had no control over her body. She "wakes up" not knowing what just happened," Jeb stated and Valencia nodded.

"Why hasn't this happened more frequently? I mean I've know her for sometime and she would have mentioned it to me if it happened more often. The others know nothing about it either," she stated. It almost sounded like she was coming up with excuses so she didn't have to believe all of this.

"The chip," Jeb said and her eyes widened. "It wasn't a tracking device; it was trying to regulate her body. I told her not to take it out but she ignored me. Now that it's gone we can't control anything. The brain attacks, I'm sure you've heard of those, they knock her out when she's about to go to her savage side."

"What do you want me to do?" she asked ready to do as asked.

"I need you to tell the flock, I need you to watch her, I need you to administer this," he said picking up a needle, "when she needs it. It just calms her heart, making her pass out. Any other anesthesia will work as well but this is the best. She just needs to be knocked out and she should return to normal."

She nodded and the room went quiet. Neither of them knew what to say, and what they desperately wanted to say would start a fight. They sat there looking at each other, longing feelings coming up in each of them. They both wished he had never taken the job and desperately wanted to be together again. That would never happen though, there was too much baggage and who knew how all of this was going to end up.

"Why did you do it? Why did you leave?" Valencia asked, startling Jeb by the random question.

"I had to; someone had to watch over Max. I knew that every look I would get from you would be filled with hatred. Even if you didn't realize it, I would be able to see the anger at me for giving up our daughter. I couldn't take that, Valencia," he explained.

"Why did you give her up? How could have given up my daughter and act like it was normal? Didn't you miss her?" Valencia asked in a loud tone.

"Of course I cared! I missed her, I hated myself for it. I if could take it back I would, you know that. I wanted her to grow up like you did… I wanted her to live in this house. I wanted to love her and have her love me. How do you think it feels to have you're only daughter hate you? I wanted us to be together, I wanted a family. None of this was supposed to happen, I wanted a little girl!!!" Jeb shouted, and he could see the tears rolling down her face.

"I wanted to be a daddy. You knew that, you knew it killed me to give her up, it killed me. I almost couldn't do it, I regret it everyday of my life, but what's done is done. I have to live with that. I hope I can make it all up to, Valencia," he said standing, not bothering to grab the briefcase. She was supposed to have it; she was supposed to have everything in there. "I wanted to live together in this house… I still love you, Valencia, and I don't think I'll ever stop."

With that he left the house, with absolutely no intention of ever returning. He lover her, yes, but he had to do this. He had to do this for her, for their daughter. A single tear fell from his eye as he stepped into the car. This was his home, and he was leaving it… again.

Max:

I hate the feeling of waking up and not knowing what's going on. My eyelids felt like a ton of bricks and I couldn't open them. I barely felt the tugs on my wrist and ankles where restraints were rubbing my skin raw. That pain I could withstand, but the pounding in my head and the ach of my body wasn't as easy. I tried to get free, hell I tried to open my eyes, but no prevail. I was trapped to this god forsaken table with no way of getting off. In short I was screwed.

I felt a pang in my stomach when I realized there was no breathing next to me. I didn't know where Fang was he wasn't in the room. At this realization I tried to desperately break trough what ever was holding me sedated but it wasn't working. I felt every movement, every drift of wind coming from the air conditioner. I heard every beep that was given off from the machines I was hooked to, but I could not see. I couldn't look around to tell myself that Fang was fine and offer some reassurance. I couldn't do anything but wait.

I sat on the table for what seemed like hours, but was probably only half an hour, until I felt a small tingling sensation in my fingers. I used as much energy as I could muster and soon a small thump came out of them. I was moving my fingers and soon my arm and I was opening my eyes. I scanned across my surroundings and through the blurriness I could make out a small operating room. The OR was packed with machines and cabinets; it was like Fangs previous room but differed slightly. The lights were dimmed, probably to make sure I didn't have damage to my eyes when I opened them. Needless to say my skin was crawling from the looks of this room. I tried to put the uncomfortable feeling from my mind, but it wouldn't go away.

The steady beep coming from the machine next to me drove me crazy. The glints coming from steel object on the table tops made horrid images enter my mind. The dull ache of my head made it almost impossible for me to relax the tinniest bit. My body, no matter how tired it was, tingled with anticipation to get out of this place and back with Fang. I would rather be in my inhumane cell then in this room.

My body was strained; I could feel the ache of my back muscles from how tight they were strung. The leather was cutting into my arms and the skin around them was truing red from the hurt. My stomach was in knots thinking about what Fang was going through. I hated not knowing. If there was one thing that drove me absolutely crazy it would not know what's going on with my flock. They were my safety, they were in my care. If I didn't know what was going on with them I went crazy. I was always supposed to know but right now I was helpless.

The door suddenly opened and my neck cracked as I whipped it around to see who was walking through it. A tall man with a briefcase walked in and set it by my bed. I was on high alert and my mind was racing with possibilities. He walked out saying nothing; I didn't even have time to make a snide comment. I examined the case.

It was dark leather and it was pretty thick for being a briefcase. I stared at it for several seconds and couldn't hide the fear I felt from it. I didn't understand why, but fear leaked through my body when I laid my eyes on the strong leather of the case. The strong stitches in the fabric were highly threatening and the scuff marks on the side of it were frightening. The case had made several other stops before this; it had tortured many more children before me. There was a small tear on the top by the handle and I examined it. The box was strong. It had been carried from place to place, was made of leather, and it was a perfect square, but there was a tear. The strong unbeatable box had a soft spot a weakness. The once clean, strong, sophisticated box now had a tear a weakness that could ruin its existence.

One strong pull on the tear and the box would fall apart. If pressure was applied to the top of the rip and the box would be nothing more than a broken piece of junk. This thought scarred me more than anything I had ever felt. The box was strong, it was indestructible but now it had a weakness. Not just any weakness a tear, a scratch and it could fall apart. This briefcase brought on a feeling in my stomach that was most unwelcome. I could feel it spread through my body. There was fear, nervousness, anxiousness, despair and wanting… yes I distinctly felt a wanting in the mix of emotions. All the horrid unfamiliar emotions were intertwined with wanting. I wanted to pick at the tear; I wanted to make it bigger. I desperately wanted to reach over; I wanted to be the one to ruin the wonderful piece of work.

The thought of ruining the perfect box made a certain thrill fill my veins. I could be the one to tear that box apart. That perfect, durable, strong, sturdy briefcase filled my mind. It was resilient, it was tough, yet I could break. I was giddy with anticipation, I could break that…. There was something inside of me that wanted to rip it apart. Among the fear of the box I wanted to rip it apart.

I wanted to rip myself apart, I realized. I was the briefcase, I was the indestructible box. I had a weakness. I wanted to tear myself apart. I felt a new fear rip through me right before I felt the familiar feeling in my stomach. And it was spreading.

Fang:

Fang woke up and was able to open his eyes in several minutes, he had defiantly grown accustom to the substance. His memory came roaring back and he frantically searched the room for Max. He looked around the room and realized he was in a small observation room. His hands and feet were bound to the chair he was sitting in and he was facing a window that lead into an operating room. He immediately recognized the girl lying on the table in the room… Max.

The machines she was hooked up to, was making a beeping sound and he knew she was awake. She was still sedated and probably couldn't move, he thought. It will wear off soon. He saw her twitch her finger and he smirked to himself, she was strong and she was coming out of it faster than most. He knew she was strong and indestructible, she could handle anything.

She was soon moving and Fang smiled, to himself of course. He saw her wince, and he was unsure what caused it but he knew it was school related. God he hated this place. They had fucked up the flocks lives so bad. The kids had wings growing from their backs because of this place. A small amount of anger ran through him, but he didn't have enough energy to pay too much attention to it.

Max's eyes were darting frantically around the room and Fang knew it was killing her that she was alone. He knew she wished he was in there with her, and he desperately wanted the same as well. He wanted to be in there comforting her, telling her they were going to get out of here. He wanted to be able to play with her hair again and wanted to feel her kiss. But he was strapped to this chair and she was strapped to that table. He knew of he shouted she wouldn't be able to hear him so he would save his strength for the Whitecoat's.

Speak of the devil, Fang thought as the door opened to reveal a tall man. He was holding a briefcase and Fang dismissed it as something holding a bunch of papers. He immediately turned his attention to the man, but he paid no attention to Fang. He was straight passed him, turning at the door and opening it. Fang paid close attention to what was going on in the room.

The man didn't say anything to Max and Fang looked as startled as she did. The man just set the box down besides Max bed and turned around coming back towards the door. Max's eyes stayed glued to the small case on the ground, ignoring the scientist. The man came back through muttering about forgetting something, but Fang ignored him and kept his attention on Max. Her features twisted into a fearful expression and Fang, for the life of him could not think of anything threatening about the box. It was a plain leather briefcase; the flock had seen plenty of them before. This one seemed to have Max terrified; she seemed to be unsure about something. Fangs senses went on high alert and he was ready for the damned thing to pop open, or blow up, but nothing happened. The case just sat there looking harmless, but Max looked terrified.

Suddenly an almost savage expression was written on Max face, and Fang started to feel a little uneasy. Something was wrong, something was very wrong. He didn't know what was going on but his stomach muscles tightened and he knew something was wrong. Something bad was about to happen and it had to deal with Max.

The man walked back into the room carrying a smaller cardboard box that had two hand slots on each side so he could hold it. The box didn't look like it was heavy but it looked like it was about to perform some test on Max. Between Max's expression and the Whitecoat, Fang was on edge. He had no idea what was about to happen.

The man walked into the room and noticed Max's fixation on the briefcase. He sat down the box and picked up briefcase, trying to see what was so special about. Max changed then. She wasn't my Max anymore she was someone else, something else. Her eyes got dark and it looked as if she growled at the man in the white coat. He looked confused for a moment and then a flash of realization passed over him. He ran to the speakers on the wall shouting something into it and Max started struggling on against the restraints.

Fangs head was swimming, what was going on. Why was Max acting like this and why was the white coat so scared? Fang felt as if there was something going on that he didn't know about but he was going to find out. This had to deal with max therefore it dealt with him. Max was everything to him and if anything was going on with her he wanted to know. There was no one in this world more important then Max and Fang felt fear through him. Not for himself, but for Max. Something was happening and it was putting Max in danger.

Suddenly Max's left hand ripped the leather off the table, something that takes more strength than Max had. Fang stared at her, she was strong, and she was really strong. He saw her tear the other one off the table and reach down to her feet to take the restraints on her ankles off. The scientist let out a small shriek and ran back through the doors locking it strongly behind him. Back up soon raced into the room and Fang followed the flyboys with his eyes, behind them was the director. She was holding a needle and Fang bit back a growl.

"What did you do?" the Director screamed at the man.

"N-nothing, she was fine, I didn't threaten her at all," he said in a rushed tone. He was frightened; Fang recognized fear on his enemies quickly. Living a life like he did he was always able to recognize the number one weakness in an enemy; fear.

"Then why is she going through this?" The Directors puzzled tone was not too encouraging to the bird kid.

"Someone care to explain?" Fang asked and the Director looked at him for the first time. It was like she didn't even know he was there.

"No," she said quickly and turned back to Max the same time Fang did. There was a bang on the other side of the door, Max had reached the door. "Get him out of here," she yelled motioning towards me and I gave a harsh laugh.

"No way sister; I'm staying," he said. "But you can let me up."

"Someone untie him, he could be of some use," Fang was surprised she had given in so quickly, something must really be wrong.

"What is going on?" he asked urgency apparent in his voice.

"I can't talk right now… where the hell is Jeb?" She screamed and no one gave her an answer. "Alright, you guys rush at her, and hold her down while inject this. We might be too late but let's hope it works. I want you, Fang, to stand to the side and if it gets too crazy, maybe you can talk her through it, so be ready."

Fang was so confused, why would it get too crazy, there were about thirty flyboys and more on the way, how could Max destroy thing many? There was no way, especially with the liquid still in her veins. But then again this wasn't Max; this was some different side of Max. Fang had never seen this side of Max before and he was damn sure he did not want to see it again. There was an almost inhuman look about her and Fang was startled by it. There wasn't a glint in her eyes anymore; they were just glazed over, searching the area.

"Alright let's go," The Directors voice rang out in the baffled chatter around Fang. She nodded at him and Fang was sure this was the only time he had ever worked with the Director.

The flyboys rushed in the room at a remarkable rate and Max fought all of them off, she was kicking some serious ass. The flyboys were going down in piles and Max had yet to get a scratch on her, yet Fang knew this was only the beginning. The flyboys were on the ground moments after they entered the room, and Max was the only fighter. How was this possible? How could she take down several flyboys without even breaking a sweat? She was doing well, Fang thought, too well. He knew that this would not end pretty, it couldn't. Someone was going to get hurt and Fang knew it was either him or Max. He vowed that when someone got hurt it would himself, no way was he going to put Max in danger, he loved her too much. He would rather die than have Max hurt.

She was pushing them out of the way and the Director was yelling around and Fang knew he would never forget the frightened look she had. Fang knew this was bad, it was worse that bad. Max was going crazy and even the all powerful school couldn't stop her. Everyone knew Max was unbeatable, but Fang didn't know she was unstoppable. There was always a way to get Max to back down, but it didn't seem that way this time. That was only because this wasn't Max. It was Max's body but something else was controlling Max.

Maybe this is why the school has always wanted to keep a close tab on Max, Fang thought. Maybe they were trying to protect her. But if they were trying to protect her why would they be tormenting her and the ones she loved. This place was bad, no one should have to stay in it, but right now this place was the only thing keeping Max together. This was the only place that could help her.

Fang pushed his way through the people, not really knowing what he was doing. He fought his way through the flyboys rushing into the operating room. He was soon face to face with person causing all of these problems, the one person that he had fallen in love with. He maintained a calm image but on the inside he was freaking out.

There was a small flash across Max's face, giving Fang hope. Maybe she could recognize him; maybe this would all turn out okay. She looked at him, her face scrunched from concentration. Her eyes were tightly closed and Fang could tell she was trying to get herself under control. Out of no where, there was a needle in Max's arm and she was falling to the ground. Fang caught her without a second thought and sent a glare to the Director who had initiated the shot. He looked back down at Max and her face was relaxed, her body was relaxed.

What is going on here? Fang thought to himself.

Okay there is something to be said!! The time difference between Jebs arrival at the Martinez house and the Max thing was two days. The two bird kids were out for a day due to the drug and the exhaustion their bodies were in. So the next chapter will be more realistic knowing this.