Hey, Oryn here, could you all do me a favor? Could everyone who's into my story, review please? Just so I can get an idea of how it's doin. Even if you are anonymously reviewing. Thanks, besides, they give me something to look forward to! There are so many Euphemisms I wish I could make the flock say, but not having been in the outside world, they wouldn't know them. I doubt the white coats have much a sense of humor anyway.

Fang POV

"Aaargh! Stupid hot coils!" I mutter, looking at the burns on my face. I haven't looked at the ones on my feet yet. I think I'll just leave the bandages on them for awhile. My cheek and jaw are covered in swollen charred flesh. The coils are just big spirals, so I have fragments of circles burnt onto my face. Thankfully, they aren't deep or too serious, just unattractive. They'll probably be gone in a day or two.

I woke up about five minutes ago from an hour long nap. Everyone is still gone. I'd take a shower, but I don't want my bandages getting all gunked-up. I guess I'll just lay down and wait for someone to get back.

Max's POV

"Max, wanna play a game?" Ari asks me from behind a crate.

"Sure," I say, taking his hand. He leads me out of the white, windowless room and down familiar corridors. "Ari, where are we going?" I ask, just curious, not afraid.

"You'll see," he says, grinning. He leads me down flights of stairs, to the bottom levels of the school. We exit the stairwell on the very bottom level. I notice that there aren't any white coats around, or those Eraser things. What's going on?

"Ari, where is everyone?" he shrugs and keeps walking. On both sides of the white hallway are windows, all covered on the inside by white blinds. They make a kind of continuous mirror, I can see us walking down the corridor from two side views. Passing one of the windows, I see a huge eraser grinning evilly down at me. "Ah!" I gasp, nearly jumping out of my skin.

"What?" Ari asks, tugging on my hand. I look all around, but the corridor is empty, except for Ari and I. Creepy. The narrow hallway ends up a head at a door. A big, rotting, wooden door. Somehow, this doesn't fit into it's sterile surroundings. I almost think I see the faded outline of the word DESTINY on the door. Like a ghost had written there, but forgot to use a mortal marker. But then again, maybe me eyes are making things up.

Ari pushes the door open with one hand, still tightly gripping mine with his other. The door slowly creaks open, revealing a dark abyss. Ari steps in, unafraid. Hey, if he's not, I'm not! So I step in after him. My eyes take a few minutes to readjust to the dark, that hallway was brighter than I thought it was. Suddenly, Ari stops walking, causing me to run right into him. He looks up at me with a three year old's angelic smile. He sits down, and strikes a match. In the small light that it emits, I see a large kerosene lamp on the floor. Ari fumbles around with the lamp and lights it, flooding the room with a warm, soft glow.

I take a look around. The walls are (gasp!) wooden! The floor looks like dirt. It is dirt. What?! There's actually a room in this prison that isn't white? Well, folks, I've seen it all.

"Okay, let's play," he says, pulling out a pack of cards. "Do you know how to play Go Fish?"

"No," I say, shaking my head, pulling a stray chunk of hair behind my ear. We have cards in our room, but no one knows how to play any games. We mainly make big card houses.

"I'll teach you, Maxie," Ari says, proceeding to explain to me the rules of the game. So we play a few rounds. Then he teaches me Old Maid, Crazy Eights, and Slap Jack. We play for what seems like hours.

"Ari, I should start going back. I'll get in trouble if they notice I'm gone," I say, standing up. Brushing dirt of my butt, I walk to the…door! Where'd the door go?!

"You can't leave," Ari says, in a calm voice, staring straight into my eyes.

"Ari, where's the door? I have to go back now," I say, starting to panic.

"We're playing, Maxie," he says, a little firmly. Gee, well I guess I forgot that Ari! Let's go ahead and sit back down to another rousing game of-.

"Ari, where's the door?!" I scream, running my hands along the suddenly deathly dark walls. It seems like Ari is holding all the light around him in a luminescent ball.

"You can't leave." Ari says, snarling. He gets to his feet and I watch in horror as his little three year old body morphs into a huge six foot six eraser! I look up into his glaring eyes, saliva is dripping off his disgusting, yellow wolf teeth. He sees fear in my own eyes and grins. He lunges at me, taking a chunk of muscle and flesh out of my arm with his razor sharp claws.

"Ow!" I scream, glaring at him. He gives me a satisfied smirk, and I lunge at him. We fight, moving all over the seemingly endless room. He's so strong! He's three! When did he get so strong? Suddenly, we're fighting on a slippery platform, as if the wooden room got tired of us and spat us out to be some other room's problem. We keep fighting, and I push him, he slips and hits his neck on a metal bar. Snap! Oh my God! He's not moving! I've never killed anyone before! I turn to run to the door. Aargh! What door?

"Max!" I hear a little girl scream, I whirl around to see who it was. I see Angel, far off, being stuffed into a bag. Two erasers throw her into a big car.

"Angel!" I scream, running toward them. I feel grass under my feet. I've been chucked into another room, well no, another area. I can see trees around me. Run! "Angel!" I scream as they drive off, fading from view.

"Well, forget it!" I hear a male yell angrily behind me. I whirl around, and I see, Fang, only way older! He's come to save me! "The chip stays in. You don't get off that easy!" Chip? What is he talking about? "You die when we die!"

"Fang! What are you talking about?!" I scream at him, the whole room becoming darker and louder. He disappears in the blink of an eye. "Fang!"

Then I hear myself, across the room. "Yeah, an awkward Frankenstein puddy-tat against a fierce, bloodthirsty, undefeated, well-designed mouse!" What the heck am I talking about? A thousand fragments come hurling at me at the same time.

"No hospi'l"

"I like 'em fiesty"

"Tag, you're it"

"Report!"

"It was you or him, I'm glad you picked you"

"Tarp, cooking oil?"

"Make yourself at home, Figgy"

"They want us back"

"Oh, my God. Jeb is alive!"

"You look like Toto"

"You killed your own brother!"

"I just asked her, you know, with my mind"

"What were my parents thinking?"

"Erasers, version 6.5"

"You're gonna fall now"

"Max, get out of here!"

"A huge, freaking, unbearable headache!"

"You're going to bleed to death, you idiot!"

"We look identical"

"Boys, God doesn't like you"

I clamped my hands over my ears as the voices got louder and harsher and a thousand other voices said a thousand different things. And just like that, they stopped. My ears are ringing from the loss of sound.

"Save the world, Maximum." A lone voice echoes through the room, I'm back in the wood room.

What? Save the world? I've never seen the world. You're telling me to save it? I recognized all the other voices as those of my friends, but that last one, I don't recognize… Just as that last sentence echoes out of hearing range, the walls and floor around me turn to white. I'm almost thankful for the familiar surroundings. There's a boy sitting with his back to me on the floor. I walk to him and tap him on the shoulder. He turns around slowly. What I see shocks me. The boy's face is bloody and mangled. Torn up with claw marks, yet, he wears a small smile. It's Ari. I back away from him. Didn't I just kill him? This is way to gory for words.

"Don't worry, Maxie. When you wake up, you won't remember a thing." With that comforting line, he waves goodbye to me as the room turns to foggy mist around me.

Gasp! I shoot straight up on the bed, hitting my forehead on the bunk above me. OW! Stupid bunk bed! Grr. I close my eyes from the pain that goes shooting through my head. That's gonna leave a mark. I open my eyes to see Fang staring at me with an eyebrow cocked toward the ceiling.

"What?" I ask, like nothing happened. I just had the weirdest dream. Not that he would know.

He lowers his eyebrows at me as if to say, 'You're joking, right?'

"You were thrashing around in your sleep, and you just shot up and hit your head on a piece of metal." He's not one to beat around the bush, I'll give him that.

"Oh," I say, looking down at my blanket. My arm! I draw in a quick breath as I see the chunk of gauze wrapped around it.

"Ari did that!" I yell, pointing at my arm. I thought it was a dream! Fang lowers his eyebrows even more, and gives me a little smirk. How cute.

"Ari didn't do that…" he says slowly. "The white coats did." Oh, yeah. The slab, and purple liquid, and blue coats come flying back at me. I completely forgot about that.

"Oh," I say again, trying to see under the gauze. I see a few stitches, and quickly look away. What did they do? I try to think back to my dream, but find only a few fragments, even those are quickly escaping my brain. No! I want to remember that! I want to figure out what it meant! No!!! I must have screwed up my face or something, because Fang says something. I didn't catch it. "What?"

"I said, what's wrong?" He says, again, I guess.

"I think I just had the weirdest dream, but I can't remember a single thing that happened…" He gives me one last glance before glancing up at the clock. It's 10:08. PM! I've been out for half the day! And Fang stayed up for me…so that's why I put up with him. I smile at the back of his head, before he turns to look at me again.

"Get some sleep," he says. I've been sleeping for the whole day! But I nod and lay back down. He goes over to the couch and falls asleep.

Knock Knock Knock.

Sorry. Really, this was a completely pointless chapter, since she won't remember any of that ever again. I needed a dream, since she was out for the count, and that one just came to me. So I went with it. Don't hurt me. Hope you liked it anyway. I aim to please. Next chapter is more interesting, I think.