Hey,
I just realized I signed the last A/N off with 'Jackie'. Oh well, I guess you know my name now!
Max's Point of View
'Um. . .wha?' Was the best thing I could think of using my super-powerful, enhanced brain cells.
Fang stepped closer, the pistol glinting evilly in the dim light provided in the room. It was as if the everything froze for just a second; and then everything erupted. The Flock was shrieking at Fang, whitecoats burst through the doors (although not looking surprised at what was happening; I dismissed this, of course they hadn't planned this) with Erasers at the whitecoats' heels. Everything was in chaos; everything except Fang and I.
Fang strutted slowly forward, pacing his time, like a cat would before lashing out the final swipe. Even his walk was different; that seemed catlike as well. But I was calm, calm because I knew this was obviously a ruse, obviously, to fool the whitecoats into thinking he was on their side to break us out. Obviously. It just wasn't that obvious to me yet. As he drew closer, I saw that his eyes were blank, leaving no recognition that he knew me, even met me before (I also dismissed this, it was a trick, obviously a trick). Finally, Fang reached between the bars of my cage, the cold metal of the gun shocking me when he pressed it on my forehead.
"Got you," he whispered, his eyes suddenly looking accomplished and malevolent.
"No, Fang..if..if you shoot, I'll -" But Gazzy didn't finish his sentence, as an Eraser kicked him hard in the shins. And that's when I realized that the Flock were helpless, just as helpless as I was. Because Fang wasn't joking.
Suddenly I felt a bunch of whitecoat hands dragging me out of my cage, forcing me to stand up. I didn't retaliate. A black wave of terror washed over me; what had happened to Fang? What had they done to him?
I couldn't fight to break away if I tried. I could never face Fang, never visualize him as an enemy I had to kill to get away.
This couldn't be happening. The whole Flock loved each other, and would never try to hurt each other intentionally.
But Love is the greatest weapon, I wasn't sure if that was the Voice, or just a teensy voice at the back of my head bubbling up. Wasn't it Love that hurt you when Ari died? Wasn't it Love that destroyed you when Jeb left? Didn't it tear your mind and heart apart when Angel betrayed you? You're better than this.
Little thoughts were rummaging through my mind while they dragged me off to some unknown room. My legs were like jelly; did they drug me?
Don't let them do this...
Each thought floated away, and seconds later became meaningless.
Help the Flock...
Were those straps that they were tightening around my arms?
Last chance, before you get strapped in...
Go back...
Stay awake..
No..
FIGHT!
