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Max POV.
I opened my eyes slowly. I was in pain everywhere, my shoulder hurting the worst.
I lay crumpled in my cage for a few seconds, gathering the courage to face the day. I took a few deep breaths.
Pain is just a message.
Pain is just a message.
Pain is just a message.
I dragged myself up, propping myself up on the wall, every nerve in my shoulder screaming in pure agony. The thing that had been in the cage next to me was gone. It had been replaced by what looked like a young boy. He looked relatively normal, with scruffy blonde hair which was absolutely filthy.
Then I noticed his hands.
One of his hands was like a single metal claw, and the other was a paw. A paw. He turned to face me. He looked to be around Gazzy's age, and my heart went out to him. He scooted closer to the bars separating our cages.
"Are…. Are they doing stuff to you too?" He said so softly I barley heard it.
I nodded.
"Can you help me? They took me away from mummy." His big green eyes gazed hopefully into mine.
"I'll get you out, kid. I swear." I whispered back, worrying about being overheard.
A whitecoat walked up to his cage, opening the latch. The little boy edged towards me.
The whitecoat was obviously already in a bad mood. He grabbed the boy's arm and hualed him out of his cage.
The boy started crying and trying to come in my direction. As he was dragged away we made eye contact and I mouthed. "I'll get you out, be strong." I think he got the message, because he quietened down a little.
I felt insane rage build up inside me. How dare these losers take kids like him, and torture him "in the name of science". I t was disgusting! How dare they! What the hell gives them the right to experiment on innocent children. I remembered when I was last here, when we were trying to get Angel out. Fang withdrawing into himself, Nudge crying, Angel trying to smile, half her face discoloured by a bruise.
I got more and more angry until I just couldn't contain it anymore.
I lifted my fist and punched the wall, when the palm of my hand caught fire.
I felt no pain, just a slight tingling where the flame was. I started violently shaking my hand, then immediately stopping as this caused my wounded shoulder to get about a hundred times worst.
I sat huddled in the corner of my cage, staring at the palm of my hand.
What did the whitecoats do to me? Can I turn this off?
Suddenly I realised something, but that depended on how hot this flame was. I held the palm of my hand to the metal bars of my cage. I only had to wait a few seconds, then the bar started to melt.
Oh my god!
I can't escape now. I needed to plan.
I heard footsteps coming from far away.
I needed to turn this off now! I didn't want the whitecoats knowing I had this power, they might put me in a melt-proof cage or something.
Calm down. I thought. If it started because I was angry, then If I calmed down then it should go.
I focused all my energy into pulling the flames back, and the flame sizzled out just as the whitecoat appeared at my cage door, grabbing my outstretched leg and pulling me out. I touched one of my hands to the hand that had just been on fire.
It was burning hot.
I smiled to myself.
Fang's POV.
I turned slowly. Iggy stood behind me in the darkness.
"Where the hell are you going?" He repeated, hissing at me in an attempt to not wake up everyone.
"Uhh.." I stuttered.
"You're going for Max aren't you? I'm coming." He said, grabbing my rucksack of the floor and swinging it onto his shoulders.
"Iggy! If something happens, I need you to be here for the others." I whispered. If something happened to both me and Max, I need to know Iggy would look after everyone.
"No." He said simply, adopting a stubborn expression similar to Max's.
"Fine!" I hissed. I grabbed the note I'd written and added that Iggy was coming.
About twenty minutes later we were rocketing as fast as we could to the school.
"How far is it exactly?" Iggy asked quietly as he flew beside me.
"I'm not quite sure, but we can't do it all in one go. We need to sleep and fuel up before we get to the school."
After a silence he said "You love her, don't you."
I looked at him in shock. Obviously he didn't see this, but he sensed my shock I think.
I didn't say anything.
"Everyone loves Max." I replied. It's true.
"You know what I mean."
"It doesn't matter." I said sharply.
Max's POV.
After about two more days of torture, I was shattered. I was so weak I found it hard to lift my head. My shoulder had a raging infection, and I was shaky. I think I had a fever too.
But I spent all my waking time in my cage training myself to control my new power. I had successfully melted away two bars of the cage. I was so skinny now that I could probably fit through.
I had learnt that the kid in the cage next to me was called Jason. He'd been taken from his parents in broad daylight.
As the hours stretched on, I absently wondered if I could launch fireballs or not.
Suddenly the sound of a klaxon rang through the school. A bunch of whitecoats went past my cage. I could hear them talking as they stopped a little down the hallway.
"Is it her? Has one of the powers we gave her developed early?"
What! Are they talking about me? Am I going to develop more powers.
A bunch or erasers came down the hallway and were ordered into different places by the whitecoats. I looked over at Jason who looked terrified.
Then the whitecoats were at my cage, tugging me out.
"Have you done this?" One hissed at me. I was so weak I could barely stand, and I leaned back onto my cage.
"How would I do this?" I said, my voice dripping with sarcasam.
This particular bunch of whitecoats had been experimenting on me from the beginning. The one who'd gotten pissed when I didn't tell him my name suddenly snapped. He grabbed me by the shoulders, making me scream in pain, twisted me around and slammed me into the wall.
I screamed in agony as he purposely squeezed my infected shoulder. Black rained down on my vision as I struggled to stay conscious. Then he put his hands around my throat and started squeezing.
"RILEY STOP!" A voice shouted.
"That's subject six. SUBJECT SIX." More screaming. My hearing was echoing and it sounded like I was in a tunnel.
My vision cleared enough that I could see a bunch on whitecoats trying to pull him off me.
"For god's sake Riley, I'm subject six!" I managed to croak.
He yelled in rage and squeezed tighter. I felt all lightheaded when suddenly there were no hands around my throat. I slid to the floor.
I felt myself drifting away. I could feel my body, but I couldn't move anything.
I could feel something shaking me and crying out my name.
Wait. I knew that voice. I struggled and managed to open my eyes to see Fang above me, tears running down his face. When I opened my eyes he pulled my up into a hug.
"Jesus Max, I thought you were dead."
"You came." I stared into his dark eyes.
"I promised I would."
I stood up slowly, leaning against the wall.
"The erasers will be here in seconds, we have to scram." I croaked while unlatching Jason's cage. When he was out he ran at me and hugged me as hard as we could, crying into my shirt.
"Shhh it's okay, your going to get out." I said soothingly.
I looked up and noticed Iggy for the first time, down the hall kicking the whitecoat that had been strangling me. All the other white coats were on the floor. I peeled Jason off me and made my was over to Iggy.
"Let me." I said coldly. He looked up at me, hesitated for a second, and then stepped back.
Adrenaline was giving me energy as I knelt down to the still conscious whitcoat. With my good arm I grabbed the collar of his shirt and hauled him up, standing as I did so. I bundled him up against the wall.
"For your information, Riley." I spat, lifting my hand and letting y rage create a fire in my palm.
Riley stared at it wide eyed.
"My name." I brought my hand close to his face so he could feel the heat radiating off it. Pure, undiluted fear showed in his eyes.
"is Maximum Ride." I finished. I grabbed his hand with my own flaming hand, and he started screaming. I only held my hand there for half a second, but when I took it off there were horrible burn marks on his hand as Riley sunk to the ground, unconscious.
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