Thanks guys, I appreciate all your positive reviews, and for all of you, another chapter of On the Couch Together! :3
Chapter 25:
Max's POV:
When I woke up, I raced to my feet so quick that I got nauseous.
"Don't hurt yourself Max," I heard a familiar voice.
I turned around to find Dylan seated in a chair beside my bed.
"Where am I? What's going on?" I asked, scratching my head.
"Max, you must have guessed by now what is going on," Dylan said, picking at his fingernails nonchalantly.
"Well sorry I didn't get the newsletter, I must've forgot to sign up for 'Insane Science Experiments Weekly'!" I snarled, my voice dripping with sarcasm.
Dylan chuckled and got up, walking towards me.
I backed away from him till he had me up against the wall.
"You are in our house, Max. And we're dating. Mother and father of Sadie and James," He said softly and slowly, like I was a child being molded in his image.
"What the hell are you talking about? I hate you, and Fang is the father of Sadie!" I said, narrowing my eyes, "What are you trying to do?"
He grinned, "Don't worry, Max. You won't think that way soon. I just came in to see the old Max one more time before you are altered completely," He said, taking a strand of my hair in his fingers and curling it behind my ear.
"Altered? What are you talking about, Dylan?!" I asked.
He leaned forward and pressed his mouth against mine forcefully.
I squirmed under his grip, but it was no use when his strength matched mine exactly.
Once he released me, I was coughing and gagging.
"I love you Max. Just remember this is for James and Sadie," He said, opening a door that I didn't see before.
He left.
Where did that door come from?
It was gone now, replaced with wall.
I ran over to where he disappeared, searching the wall for any kind of knick or door.
It was as smooth as the wall.
I finally gave up and went and sat on the bed.
I had to get of here.
I slowly looked around.
There were three cameras, no windows, and apparently a door somewhere.
I shot the bird at all three cameras and got up, pacing the room to think of a plan.
There was no possible way I could get out of here, get Sadie, and find the Flock.
Way too risky.
I rubbed my chin and sighed loudly.
This was so horrible.
The silence was getting unbearable.
Finally, the door I couldn't find opened and something was thrown in.
I saw it was a canister.
It exploded and red gas spewed out.
I dived to the bed, putting the white blanket to my nose.
But I already inhaled too much.
Black dots danced in my vision.
No, I was not going out like this!
I screamed and launched myself towards the door.
I made it half way out the door before the gas got to me and I went unconscious.
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Fang's POV:
The erasers threw the dynamite at us, dousing each of us in gasoline.
"Don't worry, little birdies, this won't hurt much. It will hurt like hell," One said with a gravely chuckle.
"Fang, what are we going to do?" Nudge whispered nervously.
I wriggled my arms, the rope burning my arms.
"Just hold on, I'm thinking," I said, trying to free my arms.
"Fang, we have to get out of here and find somewhere safe," Angel hissed.
"Will you just shut up?!" I snapped impatiently.
"Shut the fuck up, stupid freak!" An eraser kicked me in my stomach.
"You're one to talk," I coughed, spitting up some blood.
"Why you little-" He picked me up by my ropes, his claws coming out and puncturing the ropes.
I grinned wickedly, yanking the ropes off.
Nudge and Gazzy cheered.
I clapped my hands over his ears.
He screeched and crumpled to the ground.
I kicked him in the jaw and turned to the flock.
"Let's blow this joint," I said triumphantly.
I untied all of them, saving Angel for last.
"Fang, what are you going to do?" Angel asked with a small laugh.
"Why does it matter to you?" I asked, fiddling with the ropes on her.
"Uh, Fang. The erasers are coming! We need to leave," Gasman said suddenly.
Angel looked up at me, fear dawning on her cocky gaze.
She thinks I'm going to leave her, I realized with a jolt.
"I'm not going to leave you, Angel. Aren't you suppose to be a mindreader or something?" I said with a lopsided grin.
I picked her up, setting her on her feet and pulled the ropes off forcefully.
She screamed in pain, but we didn't have time.
"BLOW IT UP! BLOW IT UP NOW!" I heard one scream.
Crap.
"Let's go, now!"
I ushered the kids out the back door, and followed them.
When I looked back, our house was just a mushroom cloud.
Hey guys, sorry it isn't very long, just trying to move the story along to the best part. You guys are going to be even madder than when Dylan raped Max. :)