Don't own Maximum Ride…..

Second chapter is longer…(Surprisingly)

Again more torture and more detailed!!! Hahahaha

Max's P.O.V

The lights flashed and the alarms went off. My Flock and I ran down the white halls. Adrenaline rushed through me, "Left!" I shout remembering the escape route. Bang. I look behind me to see Fang fall to the ground, blood dripping from his left shoulder.

"FANG!" I cry out for him.

"Go Max!" he yells at me.

"I won't leave you!" I cry out tears start to blur my vision. Iggy grabs my arm and begins pulling me towards the exit. "I'll come back for you! I Promise!" I'm pulled into the air leaving my most loved member behind.

"Fang!" I scream sitting up quickly.

"Easy Max, it was just a dream." Iggy's soft hands around me gently.

"I saw him, I saw him reach out for me to help but I didn't I just turned my back on him and ran away." I cry into Iggy's chest.

"Shh it's ok. You didn't, leave him. We had to escape then or else we would have been caught again. He knew that. That's why he told us to leave without him." Iggy rocks me back and forth gently." I miss him, I miss him so much Iggy." I shake in his arms.

"I know we all do. Shh it's ok just go back to sleep, I'll take watch." Iggy rubs my back then slowly I let the darkness of exhaustion conquer me.

Fang's P.O.V

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

My blood was like a river. It flooded from my wounds. Small streams that flowed together and mingle in one long river of crimson. Slowly it travels down the cold hard metal bed's edge, until it overflows the edge, becoming a bloody waterfall. Tainting the pure white ground with crimson tears.

My body ached everywhere. All I remember was being given an injection in my neck, then unbearable pain followed by darkness. It began as a slow burning fire in my neck, then slowly became an intense raging fire that burned everywhere. I just want the pain to end. I want the suffering and loneliness to end. An image of Max came into my head

"That fucking bitch!" I growl, anger flaring through me.

"Wow for once Whitecoats are right. You do need anger management." I look up and see Jeb standing in front of me, smiling.

"What the fuck do you want?!" I sit up slowly, pain slashing into my chest and stomach.

"Just want to talk." he walks over to stand beside me. There was moment of silence.

"If you are going to talk, than goddamn it talk!" I shout at him becoming annoyed and frustrated.

"Calm down, I just want to ask if you know where the Flock is?" he stares at me directly.

"The Flock?" I ask. He nods his head.

"Hmm well one I don't know, second I don't give a shit. They could be at the bottom of the ocean rotting away for all I care." I tell him letting my anger show. Jeb starts to rub his head, letting out a sigh.

"Why do you ask?" I stare at him.

"Well we have the Flock here. Max has been asking for you." He says looking at me intently.

"You're shitting me right?" I ask him hoping it's just a tease.

"No I'm not I'm sending you to them as soon as you get dressed." He stands up and starts to undo my shackles.

"The hell you aren't!" I yell at him jerking my wrists away.

"Fang, Max wants to see you. She's really worried. After six years I thought you would be dying to see her?" he says forcefully removing the shackles.

"Six years can change a person." I say quietly to myself. I was about to see the person I once loved above all else but now despise with a passion.

"Over there is some clothes to put on." Jeb says to me.

I walk over to the dresser and open it. Inside I find a pair of black skinny jeans. Great. Next is a black shirt and black converses. I get dressed then look in the mirror. My hair is an onyx mess. It has grown out a lot and now covers my face. I look at the cuts and bruises all over my arms and neck. And then was the problem of the too fucking tight skinny jeans…..

I walk out and Jeb leads me a locked door.

"Be nice to them." He says softly.

"I'll be nice to them, not to her." I say my teeth clenched together. He opens the door and into hell I walk, once again.

The door shuts behind me and five heads including a dog's stare up at me.

"Fang, is that you?" Max asks her voice breaking.

"Who the hell else could it be?" I say letting venom sink into my words.

"Oh Fang!" She screams, jumping up and running towards me. She wraps her arms around me, I feel their warmth. I take her hands and push them away from me with violent force.

"Fang wha-," she cuts off midsentence staring at my arms. Slowly she rubs her hands over my bruises, scars, and newly formed wounds. "Fang how did this happen?"

I look down t her through ebony hair. "How the hell do you think?" I ask her watching tears slowly form in her eyes.

"They did this to you?" She asks

`"Yeah and this," I lift up my shirt to show the rows and rows of scars from whip lashes that stretch across my chest and stomach. I hear nudge in the background gasp.

"Fang…" she says looking up at me "I'm so sorry. I tried to come here soo-"

"Oh just shut your fucking mouth!" I yell at her she flinches away from me. "Do you have any fucking idea what I've been through for the last six years? I've been tortured! I've had my ribs and shoulders being broken every other day. I get whipped five times for every word or sound I make. For trying to escape I get tied to a chair and get stabbed in the side and neck by red burning blades of knives! I get blasted with icy water. I'm forced to swim for hours in frigid water. I'm forced to fly for days without rest or food! I've been put through hell more than enough times! And what the hell have you suffered?!" I yell at her letting all my anger out. When she doesn't say anything I look at the rest of the Flock. They sit there in silence. "Once a heart is locked shut and chained it won't reopen." I walk out the door. A single stray tear descends down my face.