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I flew home, (oh, how I love that word!) faster than I ever had before. My speed made it hard for Fang to catch up, especially when hyper-speed kicked in. There was no chance in the Gasman's pants that he would catch up. I could hear him for about a minute, yelling at me to slow down and relax, but it was soon drowned out by the wind and crash of the water and my racing thoughts.

What if she is dead? Why do they need her? What will they do to her? Who will be next?

I don't think I could even imagine the scenarios that could happen because I landed home ten minutes later. Thank goodness for hyper-speed.

I ran to Fang and my hut, grabbing all of my necessities that any teenage girl would need on a long trip, (deodorant, socks, a water bottle, and a change of underwear) and stuffed them into a bag I had found below the bleachers at Anacortes High. I grabbed Fang's stuff too and sprinted to the beach just as he was landing.

"Max," He wheezed. I had over exerted him by flying to fast. Oops. "You have to relax,"

"RELAX?!?" I strained. "You think I have to relax!? How can I relax at all when my mother is out there, only God knows where, with some freakin' white coats, doing only GOD knows what!?!" I folded my arms across my chest. "I have to go find her, Fang. I can't lose my brother and my mom. I'm sure Ella or Jeb will be next. I have to stop them,"

He sighed and wrapped me in a big bear hug. I inhaled and shuddered, feeling the unwanted, yet persistent tears poking out of my tear ducts. Fang rubbed my back slowly, in large circles. "Lemme tell the rest where we're going. Then we can go," He pulled back and looked at me. "It's okay, babe," He muttered, kissing my forehead. "We'll find 'em."

I hoped so.

"LET ME GO!"

The whitecoat slapped her again. Her cheek was red and raw and it pained her to talk, but she new silence would never help her.

"You assholes! Let me go, NOW!"

WHAP!

She fell face first to the concrete ground, smacking her head and yelping loudly. She reached up and felt a warm damp and red liquid emerging from her skull and winced.

The door opened and she heard footsteps walking slowly toward her, recognizing the quiet chuckle. Shadow covered her slowly and she glanced at his face. Her eyes widened. "No…" she whispered.

"Yes, Dr. Martinez."

"You can't do this! Let me go!" She tried to stand, but her legs gave up and she tumbled back down.

He gave her his hand, but she hit it away like a mosquito. "I don't need your help, Alberto." She used the counter she had been leaning on to pull herself up with what little strength she had left. "Just let me go and we can forget all about-"

"No, we can't do either. You know that, Doctor."

"You know my name, Al."

He sighed loudly and closed his eyes. "Valencia. Please understand that we need you and you need us,"

"For what?!" She felt hysterical and helpless, a feeling no one could love. "I know your plans, Al, and I absolutely cannot help you!" She swayed from side to side. She could feel the blood pumping hot in her cheeks and flowing slowly down the side of her head. Bruises were forming slowly on her left side, her eye, her arms and her stomach looking battered and bruised. Her legs were wobbling uncontrollably and she knew she couldn't stand for much longer.

Alberto suddenly opened his eyes, a glimpse of secret shining through the deep black and brown. The chuckle reappeared from behind his lips, growing louder and louder as Dr. Martinez's eyes became larger and larger.

He shook wildly as if being possessed by something wildly evil and insane. "Do you know who is in charge of this whole insane scheme? DO YOU?!" He snapped.

Dr. Martinez fell to the ground, weak and frightened. She shook her head.

"HA!" He yelled. Al got as close to her face as he could without touching her. "Valencia Martinez, you have no idea what kind of crazy mastermind is leading this insanity. She is-"

"ALBERTO! TELL ME WHO-!" She screamed with all her might, but was interrupted when he leaned further in with an rough kiss on the mouth. He sat up and looked down at her.

"This is the most pitiful side of you I have seen, Dr. Martinez." He laughed softly, still shaking like crazy. "It was nice seeing you. I really missed you."

And with that, he and the whitecoat, who had been sitting silently against the opposite wall, left the room, leaving Valencia Martinez in a bloody and astonished pile on the floor.

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