This ones a bit longer. Please enjoy, but review too.

Thanks to AngelFallen for being my first reviewer: Thanks for the first review, and the as to the second, I know. Originally, I intended Max to be hit by a bullet. I changed that, but forgot to change the verb. Thanks again!

Happy reading!

Ellie

FANG P.O.V

I saw Max whirl around. We both froze when we saw the Erasers.

But these ones were newer. More advanced.

They had more agile bodies, sharper claws, more powerful weapons, and eviler grins. The better to kill us with.

All of us understood the fight was hopeless. We also understood we were trapped in a cave, and our enemies were about 10 seconds to blocking the exit.

We all sprinted out to the ledge, and Max opened her mouth to yell "U and A!" She never needed to, though. Without a second's hesitation, the flock took to the sky.

But I didn't. I saw the tranquilizer slice through the air, whistling a high-pitched note.

Towards Max.

My Max.

Our Max.

She turned to me, and began to fall.

"Protect them." She whispered, as gravity (combined with the sedative) got the best of her. "Don't fight. Will…"Her last word was forced. "Return." She said with a sigh.

She plummeted. I watched numbly as a clumsy Eraser snatched her, barely moments before her certain death. He looked up at me, smiling a lopsided grin.

"Don't worry. Little Birdie here just sacrificed herself. Be happy." Before I could fully appreciate what exactly had happened, a chopper swooped in, collected the Erasers along with my precious Max, and sped away.My throat closed.

I fell.

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MAX P.O.V

When I finally regained consciousness, I was greeted with blinding white walls and my favorite smell of antiseptic. So, I was back at the School. This, at least, answered a few questions:

One, the Erasers were not escapees from the School and were still reporting back to this horrible institution.

Two: It was only a tranquilizer from the gun, meaning they had no intention of killing me. Meaning they wanted to use me as a human guinea pig.

Well, a 98-human-and-2-bird guinea pig.

I shuddered at the thought, and instead turned my focus to escaping. (Call me ambitious.) I mentally called out for Angel, but I was met with only silence.

Good, she was not in range. That meant the escaped.

Now, where was the exit…assuming there was one, of course. These whitecoats were crazy. I would not put it past them to lock me in a room without doors or windows and gleefully record how long it took before I began punching in walls. They might even bet each other on my reactions.

Shaking my head, I cleared my mind of these thoughts. They would do me no good.

As my eyes swept the room, I suddenly froze. I was not alone. This was definitely different. After a quick once-over, and decided she wasn't an Eraser or one of the Flock members.

For it was a she. She looked to be my age, but with the whitecoats who knew how old she really was. She had a long mane of the raven-black hair, tan skin, and a stony face. She was staring blankly at a wall.

I made a small noise, surprising even myself. It was a cross between a sigh (at finding someone who could be like me) and pity (at imagining what she could have been through)

The girl, however, barely moved. She simply rotated her body so she could see me, or as well as she could. She was strapped to a metal table, much like I was.

"Who are you?" I asked.

29's P.O.V

I felt no need to be secretive to this newcomer, so I murmured: "29."

She looked at me blankly. Being the wonderfully communicative person I am, I gestured to the bracelet around my wrist. She craned her neck to read it.

Exp 29 AHH, SOC, BIS 14 years, Room 217XG5

When she had finished reading it, (and had gleaned all the information she felt she could from it) she laid back on her table.

"I'm Max." She said.

I nodded. I had been extremely intrigued when she had been placed in my room. Due to the tranquilizer wound my enhanced vision had picked out, I guessed she had either been feisty in the room change proposition, or had been recently captured.

Either way, she was a captive, and therefore similar to me.

Yet not so.

Her eyes. They were feverant with emotion. Emotions I could not even begin to comprehend. I saw fear, then relief (at what I can only guess), then shock. I briefly dwelled on what it might feel like to have emotions, but I quickly banished the thought. What-ifs are useless, not to mention hindering.

Nonetheless, it was her eyes that set her apart from me. Though they were bright blue, they displayed no icy coolness that I had seen in eyes of her same shade. They weren't warm, either. I guess they were normal, though having essentially spent life in a prison, the concept of "normality" was slightly beyond my grasp.

My eyes couldn't look like that. Not that I had ever seen them. But I could easily deduce my eyes were deep, dark, and emotionless.

Just like me.

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