Max's POV:

Everything around me was black but I still felt like I was floating. There was nothing touching me yet there was something holding me up.

I also felt strange. Like this wasn't me.

Like I was different.

I tried to flex my fingers and they moved a tiny fraction of an inch. I inwardly smiled at my progress.

I WILL get back at those bastards who did this to me.

I felt all the muscles in my whole body including the wings. I felt them twitch and without thinking I smashed my hand in front of me hoping there was a glass I could break.

I then heard a satisfying crack of the glass and I felt something rush past me and thought immediately of water.

Isolation Tank. Was my first thought and I took a step forward.

And I fell to the ground under my weak knees. I cursed silently and tried to open my eyes.

I was in an all white room and I was the only one in here. Worry flared up in me, as I feared for the worst. Where was Matt? Why can't I hear him in my thoughts? Could he hear me and I can't? Does this mean we don't have a physic connection? How did the white coats do this?

As I looked around the room I saw I was being held in the isolation tank as I thought. It was in a cylinder and the water in it was spilling out and I saw I was in jeans and a white t-shirt. Did they change me? I don't even remember.

I groaned and rubbed my head. I felt so weird. Like nothing could stop me. I looked at my hands. They seemed normal enough like always. My legs felt odd though. They felt strong and tensed and different. My arms felt the same way also. I felt totally different then I usually do. It's like this is a new and different body that looks exactly like my old one.

I sighed and looked around. There was a silver door and after staring at it for a few seconds it opened and five white coats came in looking surprised and startled. I glared at them and they at each other thinking about what they were going to do now.

I guess they figured it out after they took out the gun.

Ella's POV:

Those stupid white coats put everyone but Max and Matt in a white room. It was completely white: floors, ceilings and walls. Dr. Martinez was in a corner trying not to cry with Iggy trying to comfort her.. Nudge was sitting in the middle of the room in the embrace of Kyle. Fang was sitting on the opposite corner to Dr. Martinez and was facing away from everyone else. And I was sitting at the wall facing the door with Ari's arm wrapped around me in a comforting way. It didn't really help me much. My mind was still on Max.

What were they doing to her? Is she awake? Where is she? What's happening to them? What about Matt? What's going on with him? What do they want from them? Do they want to kill them or use them? What the hell is up with Fang? Thoughts like those wondered in my mind as I stared at the silver door unmoving. You would say that I was like a statue if you weren't next to me feeling me breathe.

"She's going to be okay." Ari whispered to me. "We know that she's alive. She wouldn't give up just because she rolled out of a car. It goes the same for Matt. I know him too well to even think that he would be dead." I didn't even acknowledge him. I was too worried. I just knew somewhere deep inside me that they were both not all right. Something was happening to them and we had no idea what so ever about it.

I heard Ari sigh beside me and I felt a little guilty making him feel this way. I looked at him with no expression on my face even though inside me I felt sad and guilty and a little bit lonely even though he's here with me. His face was turned away from me and was looking at the ground beside him. I moved my hand to touch his cheek and he seemed surprised by my actions but I just continued to move his face toward me.

I leaned in and kissed him on the mouth in a short, sweet peck. I looked him in the eyes and showed my emotion. It was worry, concern, sadness, guilt, and love for him. I really did love him, but I just know that I won't be able to tell him any time soon, especially now.

"I know, but I can't help but feel worried." I whispered to him and dropping my hand and looking back at the door in front of me going back to my emotionless self. I didn't really want to. I really wanted to just kiss and hold Ari but I knew that would be bad because the white coats my take advantage of that by hurting Ari to hurt me- and vice-versa. It would be easy to do so, so I don't want it to look like we actually really like each other. I want it to look like we were just friends but if they were watching us then they would have seen the kiss and that wouldn't work.

Today isn't going any way I like it would. Why couldn't they just give up? Max and the others escaped this place more than once and yet they still try and capture them. Why? Are they that important? What are they to them?

What are WE to them?

As I watched the door I kept on picturing Max would come bursting through the doors with that determined look I always loved. She would come walking over to me and say that everything would be all right, we were all going to get out of here alive and destroy the School eventually and nothing like this would happen again.

And no matter how hard I would think and pray for that to happen…

It never did.

She never came, she didn't come to me, she didn't tell me everything would be fine, that we were all going to get out of here alive- or anything else.

Matt's POV:

I woke up with a groggily feeling. I opened my eyes and blinked against the harsh light. I looked around and realized that I was in a black room. It was weird because it wasn't just a black room. There was this window thing in front of me. But this window didn't show the outside.

It showed Max.

I realized then I was strapped down to a table that was rotated to make me be vertical. In this position I could see Max clearly and saw that she was in a tank fill with water.

Except this water looked green. That's when I realized that she was in an isolation tank. They put me in that same tank before I escaped with Ari and Kyle. They said they wanted my data or DNA. Or both. I'm not too sure now, I forgot.

Her hair was down and flowed around her head and her eyes were close and she was floating inside it peacefully.

It made my blood boil. How dare these white coats put Max in a tank! I will get out and kill them by ripping their throats out! No. I'll rip out their eyes and stuff it down their throats so they could see me rip out their intestines one by one.

My deadly thoughts were cut short as I saw Max smash her hand on the glass making it crack. The water came rushing out along with her body. She lay on the floor and she opened her eyes a bit. I could see anger in her eyes, which made me feel the same thing. She groaned and rubbed her head.

I wonder why the white coats were making me see this. What would it do?

She then sighed and looked around clearly. She looked at the door and continued to do so.

What is she doing?

Then the doors opened and I saw five white coats come in. They seemed startled to see Max on the ground staring at them. Max glared at them and they looked at each other trying to figure out what to do next.

That's when they pulled out a gun and aimed it at Max.

She seemed unfazed by it, being the strong and fearless girl I know and love. That thought made me think. I knew that I loved her but I didn't know what kind it was. A friend? Sisterly love? Or maybe something more?

All I know is that she doesn't love me more then a friend or brother.

And somehow that comforts me.

But I would feel even better if that gun wasn't aimed at Max's head right now.

"Stop!" I yelled and tugged at my cuffs on my wrists and ankles.

"They can't hear you Matt. No one can in here." A voice said from behind me. I didn't turn my head to the voice behind me. I wanted to know when the white coat would pull the trigger and I wanted to know when Max would fall to the ground…

No. I couldn't think of these things- Max would kill me herself if she ever found out about these thoughts. Max will never die of such a small thing as a bullet. She's way stronger then that and no one could kill her that easily.

Wait…couldn't she read my mind?

I looked closer at Max. Since we had that physic connection we could read each other's minds.

So why didn't she hear me? Why can't I hear Her?

"Looks like we'll finally test if our plan will work. You see, we know all about your connection with each other. We created this room that you're in to wipe out any thoughts you could send beside pain. It took a long time and now we're going to see if it works. So when we shoot Max and she dies we'll see if you'll die also. Basically, it'll be like taking out two birds with one stone. Or in this case a bullet." I heard the white coat laugh crazily and then heard a door close.

I watched, mesmerized, as the finger of the white coat wrapped around the trigger grew tighter.

I watched mesmerized as the bullet went into slow mow and the sound echoing through my ears.

I watched mesmerized as the bullet buried itself in Max's skull making her fall to the floor….

And making me lose consciousness.

Ella's POV:

Remember when I was thinking how Max will come bursting through those doors and saying how everything will be all right?

Well…she did. Just not in the way I wanted it to happen.

After starring at the silver doors for what seemed like hours and after hoping and praying and wishing that Max will come and save us, the door opened and there was Max.

Being held by two Erasers.

"MAX!" Dr. M yelled in happiness. She would have gone up and ran to her if it wasn't for the fact that the Erasers were still holding her.

I could see the looks on everyone's faces. Fang: Nothing. It's like he doesn't even care. The asshole. Nudge: Crying happy tears. Dr. M: Pure happiness like nothing will ruin this for her. Kyle: Relief and worry. Iggy: Worry and happiness. Ari: Fear, worry, relief, happiness all wrapped up in one. I wonder what the fear would be. Oh, well. It doesn't matter. As long as Max is alive and here with me I'm fine.

The Erasers literally tossed Max in the middle of the room where she lied motionless on the ground face down. At first I was frightened by the fact that she wasn't moving. Did they hurt her? I then remembered that this was Max and she wouldn't let anything like that to happen.

Once the Erasers closed the door I ran over to Max with the happiest look on my face before anyone else could even move a muscle. I didn't even register the blood on the ground around her head. I was too happy that she was here to see all the bad things. I pulled her into a bear hug and I buried my head in her shoulder and I had a smile on my face.

Everyone else seemed to stay in place horrified as if they knew something that I didn't. I didn't pay attention thought. I was way too happy.

"Oh, Max I thought I wouldn't be able to see you again." I said sadly into her shoulder. I expected her to say something back or put her arms around me reassuringly.

But she didn't move.

I pulled back and looked her in the eyes. I gasped and held back a scream as I saw Max's glassy and lifeless eyes stared back at me. I saw the bullet hole in her forehead between her eyes. It was still fresh so I knew that they did this minutes ago.

Finally I couldn't help it. The girly side got the best of me. I screamed and dropped Max with a thud and scrambled backward trying to get away from my dead best friend.

"I'm so sorry Ella. I'm SO so sorry." I heard Ari whisper. I felt him come towards me and wrap his arms around my shoulders pulling me to him. I turned into him and sobbed into his shoulder crying.

"It-i-it's not-f-f-fair." I hiccupped into his shoulder. My breathing was ragged and I tried my best not to break down screaming in agony.

"I know." Ari whispered into my hair sadly. His arms tightened around me and that's when I realized that I wasn't the only one crying and going into hysterics.

Dr. M…I felt so sorry for her…she just got Max back and now she got ripped away from her and this world because of nothing. I guess her happiness of nothing ever going to ruin it came to abrupt halt, don't you think?

I thought nothing could get worse. I thought, now that they killed the most powerful person in here, that they would kill all of us. They would kill us one by one and let us see the dead bodies of everyone they killed.

Wait.

If Max is dead then that means Matt is too.

I tried to resist the urge to hurl or scream at that thought. It's just so horrid to even think like that.

But where is he?

My question was answered as if on cue when the door opened and I heard another body being thrown next to Max's. I knew instantly it was Matt's because who else would it be?

I didn't want to look or see Matt's body because I knew that he would look the same as Max's. I mean, what's the point in looking at something when you know what it would look like? But at the same time I felt like I should look. Why though? Because he's my friend? Or to confirm my suspicions?

So I did. To confirm my suspicions.

Ever had something happen to you that makes you think you might possible be crazy? Like you wished so many times that something would happen but you knew that it could never happen and then you're proven wrong and whatever it is happens, but you think that it's all in your imagination but because everything looks, feels, and smells so real (because it actually is) you conclude you're insane?

Yeah, well, this is how I feel right now.

Because best friends don't come back from the dead.

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