Thank you guys for all the amazing reviews. I'm sad and sorry to say, that I think this story is almost complete, unless my writers block goes away… But anyways, yea. =( I'm so sad. But I can't figure out what to write next. So there will be a couple more chapters before it's finished.

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SarahBelle

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Oh and this chapter starts off in Fangs POV

Chapter 19

I did the first thing that registered in my mind.

I walked up to Jeb, and punched him square in the face.

I nearly smiled when I felt his nose crunch underneath my fist.

He fell to the ground looking dazed and confused. Blood was flowing out of his nose like a hose on full.

I grabbed him by his white coat and pinned him against the wall. He actually looked a little scared off me.

"Where is Max?" I said, my voice low and lethal, "Where the heck is she?"

"I-I don't know." He replied, trying to avoid my harsh gaze.

I slammed his body back in the wall, but not hard enough to kill him or break any bones, just to tell him I mean business.

"Where's Max! Tell me where she is now!" I yelled in his face.

I heard someone gasp.

I think it was the first time any of the kids had seen me lose my temper, or even yell for that matter.

Jeb cowered back. "I don't know!"

Was I really that scary?

"Uh, just a little Fang." Angel replied in my head, "But he deserves it! He hurt Max!"

"Where is Max?" I whispered in a low voice. I was glaring him with as much hate I could muster, "And I know you know where she is."

Jeb swallowed and looked at my face, seeing if I was serious and would really kick his butt all the way to China. When he saw I could do this all day and wouldn't care who saw, he finally started to talk.

He took a deep breath, "There's been a change of plans."

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Max POV

"66 bottles of beer on the wall, 66 bottles of beer. Knock one down, turn it around, 65 bottles of beer on the wall."

I think I had lost my chances of being sane a little over an hour of being stuck here in this cell. No, it's not a crate.

Can you believe it!

Instead, the chained me to a wall in a cellar-like room. Kinda medieval if you ask me. But, hey, it's way better than a cramped dog crate. Those things hurt my butt.

So now I was passing by the time with a lovely tune.

"62 bottles of beer on the wall, 62 bottles of beer. Knock on down, turn it around, 61 bottles of beer on the wall."

"Max, Max, Max." the Voice said in a sad voice.

Oh yea, me Ol' Voice had been bugging me for the whole time I've been chained to the wall.

Fuun…

"Hey," I said to the voice, "You would be singing too if you were as bored as me."

The voice didn't reply, but I could've sworn I heard him sigh. Or her…it?
The door suddenly opened, so hard and forcefully that is slammed back into the wall.

Carol.

I wasn't surprised the least bit.

She walked in with her head held high. Her heels were clacking on the concrete floor. She was wearing a gray skirt and button up jacket. She looked like some rich, professional business person, except with a bad nose job.

There was about five of the 2.0 version Erasers. You know the ones that sneezed on me, tried to kill the Flock and me, oh and have those very strong "kill birdie" vibes. (A/N: sorry I just had to put that in there!) They all lined up against the wall by the door, looking hungry.

Well crap…

"Hello Maximum." Carol said, walking up to me. A sickly sweet smile on her face.

"Well, hello to you too Carol!" I greeted her, my voice dripping with sarcasm, "How did you survive the bomb?" I was very interested to know how, but I wasn't going to let it show.

"We had a safe house below the building." She answered. The smile was still on her face.

"Oh, well I'm glad you and ugly self made it out safely." I made myself sound like I really cared, "People can't have the Worlds Ugliest Scientist die now can they?" I smirked

Her face became red, and I could see it took every ounce of her self-control not to slap me.

"Maximum-"

"Please, call me Max." I smiled at her.

She glared, "Maximum," she repeated, her teeth clenched, "You should know better than to mess with me. Considering what happened last time…" she trailed off, looking at me from the corner of her eye.

I made my expression to look like I was thinking, then my eyes widened and I opened my mouth to the shape of an O. "Oh! You mean when I punched you in the face, beat your Erasers, escaped, and blew up you facility! I remember!"

This time she did slap me.

My head snapped to the side, and I felt a copper taste in my mouth.

"You are going to pay." She said in a low voice.

I spit the blood at her face, "And you're never going to get your faced fix."

She glared at me before stomping out of the room. But before she left, she smirked at me and waved a small remote.

I narrowed my eyes.

What is that…?

She pressed a red button.

I bit my lip from screaming out in pain. My eyes filled with tears, but I forced none to spill. Electric charges ran through my body. I could feel them circulating and shocking my every nerve. I dug my nails into the palms of my hands. The shock had come from the cuffs around my wrists and ankles.

So that's what the big red buttons for!

I grunted and could hear my labored breaths. I blinked a couple times so my vision could clear up.

Ouch Charlie! That really hurt!

I know… I'm so mean to Max. But I'm only being mean so she can have a good excuse to kick the living day-lights out of Carol. And then…maybe some FAX! YAY!! I hope you liked it!! Schools coming up, (bummer!) so I probably will be posting later. Sorry! But another MR story is in the making!! YAY!!

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SarahBelle