Me: I HAVE AN IDEA FOR THE STORY I THINK! The people who have reviewed with ideas (you know who you are) have helped so much!

Alex: -hugs people who get hugs from Alex-

Fang: And she might actually know what she's talking about with some of

her stiff now, especially the romance scenes.

Iggy and Alex: She got a boyfriend!

Me: -blushes- -shoves all the boys in random (and convenient) closet- so on with the story so that I don't forget it!

Alex POV

Angel was leading us up and down and around and in circles through the hallways. She must have been reading the minds of rats or something that were in the ventilation shafts next to us.

She stopped suddenly at one and Cole ran into her, and Winnie ran into him. "We're here." She said.

There was a big steel door that had about eleven locks on it and smoke was pouring out of the gap between the bottom of the door and the floor.

How cliché.

"Is blowing the door up an option?" Gazzy asked.

"Only if you want your birdy-butt to end up in a crate again." Cole replied.

"Iggy, do you have your lock pick kit?" Nudge asked.

"Yeah, way ahead of you." He had it out and open on the floor, gliding his fingers over the tools like they were made of ultra fragile glass. "Let's just see what kind of locks we have on this door," He touched his left hand to the door to feel for the lock, but couldn't slide it around on the door face.

"The door is so cold," Iggy said with his voice wobbling. "I think my hand froze to it."

Ari POV

Max was here again. Passed out in her little doggie carrier, waiting for the end to come. Fang was in the Room already, getting a makeover.

I laughed to myself. Max was mine. Fangie was out of the way. He wouldn't be able to face her with his 'transformation'.

Max's blond-streaked hair was all over the floor around her head like an incomplete halo, and with her wings slightly unfolded behind her, she looked like the imperfect angel that Itex had shunned. That's why they made the flock. Max was imperfect, and they had been trying to reach perfection with every addition. With every try they came closer. They gave up with Angel though, with her bouncing all of their perfections away and making her name ironic in more ways than one.

Dad came in and saw me sitting in front of Max's cage. He smiled sadly. "Ari, she's gone from you. You're back to yourself. Just leave her be and let her get her rest."

I snorted. "But Fang is gone now. There's nothing to stop me from having her."

Jeb sighed, but let it drop. We'd had this conversation every twenty minutes since she arrived in the carrier to the Room. He went to his desk and found his phone. He hit a speed dial number and said only two words into it. "She's ready."

Fang POV

They dragged me away from Max and into another room. It had barely anything in it, except a bed (that looked like a medieval torture device) and a cabinet that was next to the bed. I started to fight more and more, but I just kept getting closer to that damn bed. Someone hit a spot just to the right of my neck and everything in the room went fuzzy for a moment. I opened my eyes to see that I had been strapped to the torture-bed. "Damn it."

A whitecoat appeared next to the bed. "Bad boy. Don't you know that it's a sin to swear?" I rolled my eyes and shot him the bird. They gasped like they were offended. "My dear, Fang. Behave." The whitecoat came into my view and I saw the face of the Director, Max's fake whack-job mom. She laughed evilly, holding a syringe. "If you behave it won't hurt a bit."

I spit at her. It hit its target right in the eye. And the needle came down upon its target, a very private spot, and let's just say I felt a sharp pain, but then I passed right out.

I woke up in a new bed. In a new room. Surrounded by whitecoats. Two took my arms and hoisted my out of bed. One opened the door, and they led me out, letting me half walk, half be carried to whatever destination they had in mind. There was a whitecoat at the end of the hall in front of a big steel door that looked like something out of a b-rated sci-fi flick. Clouds of steam were rolling out from under the door and there were bolts and locks that I didn't have the time to really see. The guard-whitecoat used a thick rubber glove to open the door and let us inside.

It must have been a hundred below in that room. It was a freezer, literally. There were cryogenic chambers filled with sleeping figures. Actually, they might not have been sleeping, if you catch my drift.

The whitecoats, who bundled up in some parka-looking coats, were leading me down a narrow hallway, lined with those freaky chambers, to an open chamber. I was only in my lovely thin-cloth hospital gown, and boy was I mad at them. They could have spared a parka thing for me.

Hell, I would have been fighting and running around and screaming and flying and kicking ass, but my arms were handcuffed behind my back with what felt like ice, and I had a needle in my back, pumping sedative into my veins. I was surprised I could walk.

"Throw him in." The whitecoat on the left said. I barely felt being lifted into the chamber, having the mask put on my face, the pierce of the tubing as it went under my skin. Nope. No feeling at all.

I was too busy staring down at myself.

Because the last I checked, I was pretty sure that I wasn't a girl.

Alex POV

This wasn't good. Iggy's hand was frozen to the most cliché door ever? I sighed.

"No one else touch it." I said.

"We need to heat it up if we want to keep Iggy's hand." Nudge said. "Maybe I can use my magnet powers to make the door heat up? I've heard that electricity and magnets can do that. It was on this really cool show called Mythbusters. Or maybe it was How it's Made. I think it was the Mythbusters though." She rattled on and on until Gazzy clamped his hand over her mouth, but she had a point.

"Gaz, do you have any batteries?" Iggy asked, pulling off his pack to rummage through it. "And take one of the pipe bomb's electric counter off, there's a good sized one in there." Gazzy pulled out a flashlight, the pipe bomb and a good amount of other explosive things and extracted their batteries.

"We need wires." I said. Iggy nodded and reached into his pack to produce a whole assortment of colored wires. He tossed the bundle over to Gazzy, who began to hook the batteries into a chain and attached it to the door. It froze into place when it hit the surface.

"Oh dude." Gazzy whispered.

After a few minutes of Iggy constantly getting more and more twitchy, the door began to drip and whole pieces of ice slabs began to fall. The door was slowly heating up.

Angel sighed. "Can't we just get something flammable and make sparks and catch it on fire? That would be faster."

Everyone exchanged glances and patted Angel on the back. Cole stripped off his hoodie, which Gazzy threw sparks on and created a roaring fire. He kicked the flaming hoodie over to the door.

"We'll be in in no time."

Max POV

I was alone in a room. I was in the only cage in an otherwise empty room. And I had no freaking clue where everybody else was. I stuck my fingers through the bars and unlocked my cage. And as I was climbing out, the door opened and a whitecoat walked in. They were in the shadow, but I could tell who it was. The Director.

"Maximum Ride," she said starting to circle the room, "It's been awhile."

"Not too long. And not long enough." I snapped.

She sighed and took out a syringe full of blood. "Do you know whose blood this is Max?" She grinned coldly.

My blood ran cold. "Fang's?"

She nodded. "Too bad that you won't be seeing him again." I flew across the room and tackled her to the floor.

"What do you mean 'I won't be seeing him again.'?" I snarled.

She merely laughed and pulled another syringe, not full of blood, out of her lab coat. This one she jabbed into my arm.

"I mean you won't be seeing him again." She cackled evilly as everything went dark. Again.

So I think I can get something rolling out of this huh?

Fang: …

Alex: -is laughing-

Iggy: A flaming hoodie and my hand is stuck to the cliché door? WHAT?

Fang: …I'm a-

Iggy: That was a good twister there.

Max: I don't like you anymore, Jay.

Me: Aw.

Fang: -leaves-

Iggy: -can't leave because his hand is frozen to the door- -falls asleep-

Alex: AND NOTHING BAD HAPPENED TO ME IN THIS CHAPTER!

Me: Oh, just you wait. -smiles evilly-

Alex: Oh, $%*&.

R&R