AN: Alright, several things before the chapter, please read.

First of all, THANK YOU SO MUCH for reviewing! I got over ten reviews on that chapter! That's the whole reason I got this chapter up; I was really struggling with it, since there's faxness, which I've never done before, but I did it for you guys. :P Thank you, please keep reviewing that much!

Second, I'm just going to chose who the new characters are. They will have terrible names if I choose them though, so if you can, please send in name ideas! Thanks for the suggestions on what should happen romantically with them, though:P

Final thing: I put an extra paragraph in the last chapter (third from the bottom.) Please ignore it. It's from when I was revising the story; I forgot to delete it. I'm trying to get these up fast, so I do make several mistakes. This is far from my best work, but my best work takes about a month per chapter (which I'm not willing to do for fan fiction.) Writing this is helping me make my first drafts better, though, so I have less editing to do, and maybe soon my best work will only take a week or less to edit:P

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DISCLAIMER: Maximum Ride belongs to James Patterson.

CLAIMER: Any new plot ideas in this story are mine, unless otherwise noted.

Chapter Ten

The figure sitting on the floor looked up at me after I spoke. It was just light enough for me to see the boy's face; Fang.

He got up and walked over to me, his eyes trained on mine. Something wasn't right; he was looking at me, but his eyes were…empty. There wasn't a trace of emotion in them.

"Fang? Are you okay?" I asked him. I slowly backed up against the wall. Why was he acting like this? "Fang?"

He stopped when he was right in front of me. "Go away," he whispered, his voice dripping with venom.

"Wh…what?" I stuttered, looking up at his towering form. Why was he mad at me? I had come here to save him!

His hands clenched into fists and he squeezed his eyes shut so he wouldn't have to look at me. "Go. Now,"

"No," I said, crossing my arms over my chest stubbornly.

His eyes shot open again, his eyes filled with hatred. "Get out!"

Fang turned away from me and spoke again, his voice softer this time. "I know you're a clone. Why are they torturing me like this?"

"What are you talking about, Fang?" I asked him. "It's me; Max. I'm not a clone."

"Yes you are. Stop it; I can't kill you!"

"Fang," I whispered, walking closer to him. "I'm not a clone. I promise."

He glared at me. "I don't believe you."

I wanted to make Fang believe me, but I didn't know how. I wrapped my arms around his neck in desperation, feeling him tense.

I looked into his eyes again, praying that the hatred wouldn't still be there. It wasn't. Instead, he looked down at me, confused,

"I promise I won't fly away again," I whispered. I pulled his neck softly down, lowering his head to mine.

When he was an inch away, I paused, waiting for him.

"Max?" he asked, his voice low. I nodded.

In an instant his lips were on mine. He wrapped his strong arms around my waist, pulling me closer to him. I closed my eyes and let myself become absorbed in the kiss. I knew we had to get back to the Flock, but it just felt so right to be in his arms; I never wanted to leave.

Fang pulled back after a moment, nuzzling his head into my neck. "Don't we have to get back to the Flock?" he asked me. I nodded. "Come on, let's go."

We parted and headed out of the room. I was still a little light headed; how could I have kissed Fang? We were supposed to be 'just friends…'

"Fang!" Angel cried when we exited the room. She threw her arms around his waist, squeezing him tightly. He knelt down beside her, pulling her into a real hug. I smiled at them; Fang acted so much like a father to Angel.

We headed down the hall to the front door. "Angel, Fang and I are going to go save some experiments. Tell the Flock to give us another hour or so, okay?"

"Okay, Max," Angel replied, heading out the door and flying up to meet Nudge.

I turned to Fang. "Do you know where the other experiments are?"

"Yeah. It's just a little bit before my room," he replied. I nodded, and turned to head down the hall again.

Fang slipped his hand into mine as we walked. Wow, he had gotten really emotional since I found him. What had they done to him in here?

As we walked, I noticed how empty the halls were. It might have just been because Angel was controlling them, but I couldn't help but think of the quiet before a storm.

We finally approached the door; thirty-nine B. Fang reached out and opened the door, revealing the most revolting sight I had ever seen.

Counters were covered with small metal cages, like they had been with us. Inside them, though, the experiments lay, moaning and crying. Many had too many or too few limbs. Several of them had already died, and were tossed into the corner until the whitecoats disposed of them, their stench filling the room.

There were no lights, just one small, open window in the back of the room, which most of the experiments were gazing out of. I remembered doing the same while I lived in a cage; I couldn't let them stay here.

"Open the cages to the ones you think will make it," I told Fang, turning to work on the nearest lock of a girl around four years old. She looked up at me with frightened gold eyes. "Shh, it's okay," I told her. "I'm here to save you.

Across the room, I heard Fang bang on one of the cages. "I can't get them open!" he called out. I looked at the kids in the cages; we had to free them.

"Just keep trying!" I called out to him. I struggled with the lock, still trying to comfort the little girl within the cage. I thought I almost got it when I heard Nudge's muffled voice through the window.

"Max! Fang! Get out, quick! Iggy set the bombs off!"

AN: Like it? I tried to put FAX in it. I've never kissed a boy, though (I know, very pathetic,) so it was hard to write, but I tried my best. :P Again, REVIEW! I'll give you an imaginary cookie if you do! It's calorie free:P