AN: Warning this is a sad chapter!! Oh and sorry about the confusion in the previous chapter, I had a lot to fit into that one chapter and I'll try not be so hurried in the future. AND both of them do not die to those that were worried!! I found that quite amusing though!!

This can't be happening. He isn't supposed to die and neither am I. There has to be a way to save him other than practically committing suicide. I have no other choice. How am I supposed to live knowing that I chose not to save my best friend? How am I supposed to live without Fang? He's the glue that holds me together, without him I wouldn't be able to do anything. So that leaves one choice. Agree to the ultimatum and try to come up with a way out of it.

"Alright," I whispered. "I'll do anything." I hated how my voice sounded so weak at that moment. I hated this stupid situation. I hated the Director. I hated myself. I was the one who made us come here. Had I not, we would be off flying all together. This was my fault.

"I want you to take him the OR and prep Dr. Hitch for surgery," the Director told the two flyboys that were holding Fang up. "As for you, Max," she said looking at me but I interrupted her.

"Not till I see that he is okay," I said. "I want to make sure that he is returned back to normal and I want him to be released before anything happens."

The Director pondered this for a moment then looked as if she would agree. If I was going to kill myself I at least want to make sure Fang was going to be okay.

"Alright, we save him and let him go, then you do what we want, including extermination," she said making the deal that I would probably never be able to get out of.

"Deal," I said my eyes staying on Fang as he was being drug out of the room. At least he was unconscious for the deal making part other wise it would have been a lot harder. The flyboys holding me also took me out of the room, but I was taken in a different direction.

They drug me through the building and down a couple of stairs. The worst thing was I couldn't struggle; I had to do everything they wanted. If I tried to go against them they would feel free to kill Fang, and I couldn't let that happen.

I was soon put into a small dark room with nothing in it. The walls were bare and I got the horrible sense of being alone. There was no one around and the room was depressing. This brought up some rather disturbing memories about the isolation tank. But I quickly threw them from my mind. I had better things to be freaking out about.

Like how Fang was going to react when he wakes up to hear that I was going to voluntarily go through the extermination routine. I also couldn't help thinking how much longer I was going to live. There had to be something I could do, but I couldn't think of anything. There was always a plan, but this time the plan did not have a happy ending. This time the plan was to save Fang and then die. I was a plan just not a good one.

There were also thought about the flock. Had they made it to Dr. Martinez's house? Were they okay? What would they think when they find out? What would they do when I'm not there? What was going to happen to them?

Max, there's always something you can do. If you think hard enough you can get out of here, Jebs voice suddenly awoke me from the pity party I was having.

What the hell do you want, you lied to me, and you set me up. I'm here about to die because of you. How do I know this isn't another trick? I yelled at him… in my head.

Max I'm sorry about that; I didn't know that they were monitoring my behavior. I didn't know they were planning to be there when you arrived. I had no idea… I'm sorry, he apologized but he was not going to get away that easily.

Well you can tell that to me when this is all over… oh wait I'll be dead when this is all over, I sneered, anger kept running through me.

If you get out of this mess you won't be, he said and I though I detected sadness in his voice.

And how do propose I do that huh? Fang is in life or death surgery. I can't leave him here, so I have to wait until he is done, and I won't exactly know when that is. Also when I do figure that out, how do I get out of here? It's not like they will turn their heads while I run away. They will have tight security on me no matter what.

You have to think of something. The flock needs you, the world needs you. You can out smart these scientists I know it, he encouraged.

But how, I pleaded. There was no reply, which just puts the topper on the crappiest day of my life.

I don't know how long I sat in that room trying to think of something to do. It could have been two hours it could have been five. I didn't come up with anything. All I kept thinking was 'I'm gong to die and this time there isn't anything I can do.'

Eventually the door opened and three flyboys came in grabbing me roughly by the arms. They held me tight as if I was going to run away. It's not like I could, that would involve leaving Fang in this hell hole, and they would probably kill him.

They lead me through the building but I didn't pay any attention to where we were going. I was in a daze still trying to think things through. The walls passed by in a blur and each time we made a turn I got dizzy. It seemed like we were going around in circles.

Suddenly we stopped in front of a door and one of the flyboys opened it. Inside there were chairs facing a window that shown into an operating room. The room I was in had nothing special about it, but the OR was the room that caught my attention.

Inside there were all kinds of metal utensils used to either torture people or used to fix people. The sight of them made me almost want to vomit, had I paid more attention to them. What really caught my attention was the bed in the middle of the room. More importantly the boy on the bed was my main concern. FANG! He had an IV hooked up to him and looked horrible. His eyes were open but he looked too weak to even freak out about where he was. I struggled against my captures to get him but they didn't let up. I had to get to him. He was probably in there worried sick about where the flock was, where he was.

The door to the room opened and the Director walked in holding a clip board. She looked from me to Fang then back down to her clip board where she stood looking for several long excruciating seconds. She was taking her time when I needed to be in there talking to Fang, making sure he was okay.

"He seems to be fine and he should recover in a couple of days," she smiled at me and it could almost be taken as sincere, almost being the key word. "They patched him up and he should return to normal."

"I want to talk to him," I stated leaving no room for reasoning.

"I know and you will. You can go in right now," she motioned for the flyboys to release me. "But before you go in you should know that no one had told him that you have volunteered your self to be the next exterminated mutant. So you might want to do that."

What?! She expected me to tell him. Can you imagine how that would end up? He would kill me himself. I couldn't tell him what I was going to do.

She opened a small door that lead into the OR and I stood in the doorway for a minute, just staring at him. He was going to have to be the one to tell the flock what happened. He was going to have to go back to mom's house by himself enduring all the questions.

I gained my composure and walked over to the side of his bed. At first he had a slight look of panic but it soon vanished once he saw it was me. I sat down in a small chair next the bed and took his hand. I was cold and felt so fragile.

"Hey, how are you feeling," I asked in a whisper and I felt tears spring to my eyes. I tried to smile as much as I could but it didn't come out right.

"I've been better," he joked but his voice was weak and raspy. "Max, what's going on?"

"You got shot… they fixed you up and you're going to be fine," I said with a smile. "They're going to let you go."

He could sense something was wrong. He could tell that something was going to happen and he knew it had nothing to do with him. He wouldn't be Fang if he couldn't read me like a book.

"What about you? They're going to let you go too?" he asked not expecting 'yes' to be the answer. He knew all too well.

"No, I'm going to have to stay here for a little while longer," I was trying to avoid this part of the conversation but it was very difficult.

"For how long exactly?" he asked dreading the answer. I looked into his eyes, those perfect eyes that had reassured me so many times before. I pushed a small piece of hair away from them and looked down at him.

"They're going to let you go…" I started.

"Max, what's going on?" he asked and for the first time in… well ever I saw fear on Fangs face.

"You get to go back to the Flock and you can stay in my mom's house," I said with a small smile.

"Max!" he whispered.

"You goys can play outside without having to worry about being attacked, Fang," I told him, tears flowing from my face. "You can watch them grow up. You can watch them graduate or get married."

"And so will you, you'll come with me and we can both go see them grow up," he pleaded trying to process all of this.

"You guys can a house just like you always wanted. You can lay in those Lazy-Boy recliners that I never let you guys get, and you can eat as much food as you want without me bugging you," tears were pouring down my face.

"Max no," he stated. Pain was clear on his face, and I hated seeing him like this.

"You can keep the house as dirty as you want and you can do what ever you want, when ever you want. I won't yell at you to clean your rooms," I insisted.

"We like it when you yell at us, we want you yell at us," he whispered.

"You're going to live a long life Fang. You can live in a huge house and work and find a wife and have children, doesn't that sound nice. It's the dream life!" I smiled at him and he turned away from me. My heart sank even more than it already had.

"And what are we supposed to do forget about you?" he asked bitterness in his voice.

"Yes Fang, you'll grow up, you can forget about me. I'm just a fifteen year old girl; you have a long way to go. You can find someone else, love someone else," I persisted and he shook his head.

"But I don't want to," his voice was strict and harsh. "I want to love you."

"No you don't," I told him. "You don't even know what else is out there."

"I don't want to see what else is out there," he almost shouted, but I kept my voice soft and tried to make it as comforting as I could. "I want to see you; I want you to stay with us, with me."

"Fang, you'll be fine. I've only held you back, now you guys wont have someone hanging over you, ordering you around," I said tears leaking out of my eyes.

"No we won't be fine!" he yelled.

"Yes you will Fang, you might not like it at first but you will," I told him while standing up. "Good-bye Fang."

"No Max," he pleaded and if he could stand and walk I'm pretty sure he would be blocking the exit. I leaned down and gave him a small quick kiss on the lips but it lasted a little longer than that.

I stood up and smiled down at him and turned around whispering one last 'good-bye' before walking to the flyboys that were directed to kill me. Fang shouted my name several times and I think that was the only time I've ever ignored his pleading voice.

I can tell you one thing about that moment right there; I died on the inside. I had to say good-bye to boy I love more than anything in this world, and I just died on the inside.

AN: Okay, Okay don't kill me!! I know that was a really sad upsetting chapter and I'm sorry about that. Review or you might have to wait a long time to find out what happens!! And I can make it good or… bad, depends on the reviews!!