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Max's POV

I changed quickly and stood, shivering, until the women came back in. They began to clean the operating table-a huge, cold slab of stainless steel- with harsh chemicals. It glowed eerily in the dark room.

Amanda handed me a pair of long, gray socks and a long robe. "We will disinfect you once you have been induced, Agent Ride." That sounds lovely. 'We will disinfect you.' As if I was a slab of steel. Well its better than bathe. 'We will bathe you…' Okay, disinfect sounds so much better. I nodded.

"How much longer?" I asked, and she glanced at her watch. "About three minutes. The doctor will be here then." I wished it was over with already. The bathing thing was kind of invading my thoughts. Gross. They continued cleaning the table, very methodically. I didn't even want to know how many "test subjects" had been on that slab. I've always thought that what they have done to kids is just gut-wrenching, not to mention illegal, and just sick. I was like some of those kids, but I was lucky, I had special relations among the higher ranks of the Institutes, well not just special relations but my-

"Could you please lay on the table, now, miss?" I complied and eased myself onto the table-which was colder than I thought!- and laid out flat. Some bright white-blue lights came on above me, in my face. My eyes narrowed painfully. I heard the door open, hitting the walls, with a dull whack. The two nurses scuttled out and a doctor, along with an army of nurses, large metal carts covered in medical utensils and such.

A deep voice gave orders and the nurses high pitched "Yes, Doctor," echoed off of the sound proof walls. The man came up to the table, his face hidden in the shadow of the direct light in my eyes. "Hello, Max. I hope you are ready. You will be so much more complete with it. Don't worry."

A mask was placed over my mouth and nose from behind, a needle pricked the forearm of both arms, and black cloth over my eyes and I smelled a sick-sweet smell, making me even drowsier than I already was. As I dropped out of conscience, I heard a quiet laugh in the background, soft and musical, and I dropped out into oblivion.

Fang's POV

I woke up, startled, and realized where I was- a tiny cramped cave, covered in red dust. I got into a sneezing fit. I rubbed the dusty sleep out of my eyes. I stood up, and stretched, my back and neck popping, and unfurled my wings, ruffling them. I grabbed some more water from a canteen, poured it into my hand, and splashed it on my face. I cleaned all of the grime off of my eyes and skin. I poured some on my hair, making in damp, and filthy water run down my back. I sneezed again.

I stepped out of the cave, trying to breathe the clean air, but all I found was heat and humidity. My long hair fell in my eyes, very annoying. I've had enough with it. I reached into my backpack, pulling out the knife that I "borrowed" from an Eraser that I've battled. I grabbed my hair into my hands, and slashed my knife upward, the hair falling onto the canyon's ledge. A gust of wind blew the strands off of the ledge and into the deep swell of the canyon.

The breeze on my neck felt amazing. I turned back around and pulled my backpack out of the cramped cave, and grabbed a can of ravioli and the remaining hot water in the aforementioned canteen. With the knife in hand, I busted open the can, and tilted my head back, and poured the contents into my mouth, chewing noiselessly.

I tossed the can off the ravine and sat on the edge, where it seemed sturdy enough and began to think. I didn't remember much, because I was hit on the head by a crowbar, and somehow escaped, only with a bloody gash and a heck of a headache.

I did remember in the mad chaos, strangely, a girl crying, brokenly. I saw a flash of blonde hair, long and tangled, and I knew she'd been there as long as I had been. She must've been 6 years old-the same age as I was. It unnerves me sometimes, 'cause I can hear the shriek of pain and…longing. Almost as if it were a dog howling when it was separated from the pack. I felt it pierce the back of my skull every now and then, a random reminder of the agony I've suffered. But it often grounded me from everything. It was helpful.

I didn't know where I was going, what I was going to do next, and where my next meal was going to come from. I know that I live in a bubble, and imaginary one, usually doting on all of the things that had happened to me. I tend to tarry, given screaming girl rant above, trying to distract myself. In a way, I'm cowardly. And I'm doing it again.

I stretched out my wings further, stood abruptly, stirring up yet another red dust cloud (God, I hate these things) and fell off of the cliff, letting myself freefall, then, catching myself, my wings' muscles stretching and pulling, pushing me higher and higher into wide spirals, upward, upward, upward…

(A/N I know that Fang is being a little Out Of Character[OOC], and I have already mentioned [I meant to, so I'll go ahead and say it] Fang will be more of an open book, and Max will be a bit more secretive. It's an interesting twist, I do believe) But I digress…

Max's currently slightly-conscience state's Point of View

I was slightly aware that there was a nagging voice, buzzing like those little gnats that are always to fast or invisible to see, and you can't squash it…Wait…Who's voice is that? It's not as loud and screechy as I remember…

It's that voice! The one who told me to go to that hotel and HQ. Ah…they've upgraded it. Thank God, it screeched so much that I would have gone absolutely stark crazy if it kept on. Halleluiah! Wait, maybe I should listen to what it's saying…

"Agent Ride, could you please pay attention. You need to wake up now. The surgery's been completed and they need to do a proper examination. If you don't hurry up, we'll have to use some mild pain to wake you."

I practically flew off of the operating table (no pun intended) and had a few whitecoats pull me back down to planet Earth. Their mild pain wasn't mild by any stretch of the imagination. I noticed my protesting muscles, but I could stand it. It had a strangely detached pain though. That and the voice upgrade was probably it. A higher pain tolerance would come in very good handy.

"Please, Agent Ride, calm down. Your adrenaline is rushing. Please, calm," pleaded a pale nurse, who weakly held onto my wrist. I realized that I was breathing hard and fast. I forced my body to calm down, so the woman didn't pee herself, and lay down onto the table.

They spoke in low voices behind me, until the door opened, pouring in bright hallway lights, and closed it, and an over-friendly male voice boomed "Very skittish with the adrenaline boost we gave you. That's good. It'll wear off, but you're reaction speed is very good. That will aid you in your greatest times of need." He smiled, his teeth too-white against his supermodel-tan face. He reminded me of a male model, like the European ones, who were almost always gay…gag me already.

"Are you hungry?" He asked, just as my stomach growled-no, howled-loudly. He threw me a funny look and looked at the still shaken nurse. "Go and get a large tray of food." He took another look at her, carefully, and said, almost sarcastically, "And go take a nerve pill, and stop trembling." She nodded weakly and scurried out. He look at me, after she left, nodding in the closing door's direction "She's new, and like all newbie, are deathly afraid of you. There are fierce rumors. All of which are true, by the way.

He smiled, wolfishly, and I realized that he must be part lupine, an experiment to hide it half origin. "You're an experiment too. Half lupine. They never told me."

His sharp smile widened. They wanted you to discover me yourself." I nodded.

"They thought I wouldn't notice." I was sure. His lips slid together, covering his white canines.

"It was a test. And you passed, as always." He looked bitter. I knew he must have failed one along the way. That made me smile.

"I've always had good grades," I retorted, smirking; and before he could fire off at me, his eyebrows already furrowed, the nurse came in, a loaded tray of food in hand, and Dr. What's-his-face stalked out, not before I saw his burning, scarlet face.

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