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*Whispers* I lost the game.

Onwards then!

Fang's POV.

It was the next day, and we were almost at Jeb's house.

Iggy and I had stopped for the night in some abandoned house, and overslept drastically. Now we were walking fast to Jeb's house, which Iggy said was close.

I yawned and rubbed my neck, sleeping on the hard floor wasn't exactly doing wonders for me.

Iggy and I were walking in silence, both of us deep in thought when Iggy started conversation.

"What's your last name? I swear you never told me."

"Fang Venom."

He raised his eyebrows, looking at me.

"Fang Venom? You're real name is Fang Venom?"

"Nah." I said, looking at the ground. "Named myself Fang. Venom is my real surname though."

I thought of when I had first met Max, when we were up on the roof asking each other questions.

I felt a pain in my chest when I remembered out kiss. So brief, but so filled with passion.

But she probably didn't like me that way, just thought I was a friend.

The pain travelled down to my stomach as I thought about how she was in danger now, and I shuddered at the thought of what Jeb might be doing to her.

We just had to get her soon.

Suddenly Iggy stopped in the middle of the road, and I ground to a halt next to him, going onto alert instantly.

"What is it?" I asked quietly, mentally preparing for any dangers.

He shook his head slowly, craning his neck and narrowing his eyes.

"I swear…." He muttered quietly, and then spoke up. "I swear I recognise this place."

He turned a quick 360, stopping when he faced a direction to my left.

"This way." He said, and strode ahead down the road.

After a couple of minutes of walking past houses, Iggy stopped outside one, narrowing his eyes to look at the house number on the door.

"I think…. This is it." He said, staring, drinking it all in. I saw him shudder with repressed memories and he lead the way up the drive, going to the door.

"I really hope he hasn't moved out." Iggy muttered as he put his hand on the door knob, pushing.

"Locked." He said, looking at me.

"Do you think he's moved out?" He asked, and I wordlessly walked onto the front yard, looking through the big window there.

Iggy followed me and peered through.

"Look like the same place?" I asked, staring in myself.

"Yeah. I remember, that table was always there, and that cupboard…" He trailed off as I walked away, down the drive.

"Fang, what are you doing?"

"Getting us in." I said, as I reached the end of the drive way.

I turned around to face the house again, rolling my shoulders and cracking my knuckles.

Iggy realised what I was doing. "No don't-"

He was cut off as I charged up the driveway, sprinting as fast as I could towards the door, barrelling into it shoulder first.

Max's POV.

The first thing I was aware of was a horrible low moan of agony.

As I swam to a groggy consciousness I realised that it was me, and cut it off quickly.

I opened my eyes quickly and winced as the sharp white light pierced through my eyes.

I had the weirdest sensation near my shoulder blades. I was in an intense fire of agony, and it felt like there were two spots burning two holes right through my back.

I slowly lifted my head, and looked around.

Nudge, Gazzy and Angel stared at me worriedly, and I gave them a weak smile.

I felt hot and sweaty, like I had a slight fever. My vision was blurry, and I just felt odd overall.

"How are you?" Nudge asked, looking deeply concerned.

I let my head drop again, holding it up was too much effort.

"Fine." I said, my voice cracking slightly, my throat burning.

"What…. What did they do to you?" Angel asked innocently from the other side of the room, and I didn't move my head to answer, just stared up at the white shiny ceiling, the horrible disinfectant smell piercing my nose and making my stomach churn.

I wish Iggy or Fang were here. They would make everything better, they would know what to do, how to get me out of here.

Snap out of it, Max. You're on your own, with just three kids in the same situation as you. Trapped.

"I don't know." I said, my voice hard.

I lay there, not speaking or moving for ages, feeling too rough to do anything but lie here.

After a while I was vaguely aware of the others talking worriedly, and dimly registered my name being mentioned or called.

I closed my eyes, tumbling down into a terrifying black abyss of nightmares, and was into a deeply troubled sleep within seconds.

Fang's POV.

I slammed into the door as hard as I could, sending sharp pain all up and down my shoulder.

The door was knocked right off its hinges, and fell down into the house with me on top of it.

I moaned slightly from the floor, and rolled onto my back, one hand clutching my injured shoulder, grimacing with pain.

Iggy popped into my field of view, one hand extended to help me up.

I gratefully grabbed it and he pulled me up, sending a fresh wave of pain down my shoulder.

I stumbled slightly as he pulled me onto my feet, regaining my balance.

"You're freaking strong. You destroyed the door." Iggy said, and I looked back at where the door was, split into three pieces where I had hit it.

He whistled slowly, looking back at me, raising an eyebrow.

"You sure you're only 14?"

I nodded, rubbing my shoulder, which was much less painful than what it should have been, considering how hard I'd hit that door. But it was bearable.

He patted me on the back.

"Nice one."

He lead the way, stepping over the shattered door and making his way into the house.

Max's POV.

I started awake from a nightmare, dripping with cold sweat.

"Not real Max. Not real." I whispered to myself. I had dreamt that…. That Iggy and Fang had come to get me.

Flashback to the dream.

I woke up to somebody shaking my shoulder gently.

I opened my eyes, and saw Iggy above me with Fang behind him.

My face lit up.

"You came." Was all I could whisper.

They nodded, smiling at me.

Fang came forward, grabbing whatever it was that bound me by my wrists to the table, and ripping up, snapping it, and setting my hands free.

He moved onto my wrists and did the same, setting me free.

I sat up slowly, dizzily, and Fang helped me off the table while Iggy went around setting the others free.

"You okay?" He said, putting my arm around his shoulders so that he was holding me up.

I nodded, rubbing my head. "How are we gonna get out of here?"

He winked. "There's a plan, don't worry."

I just nodded, leaning against him heavily.

The others we free, and Iggy walked beside me, with Fang still holding me up, with Nudge, Gazzy and Angel following behind.

We were steadily approaching a huge set of doors, walking un troubled through the abandoned and empty hallways.

We were right in front of the doors, when all of a sudden, Jeb appeared form nowhere, holding a gun up to us.

I could feel an extremely strong storm of hatred and fear brewing and swirling in my chest.

He fired the gun twice, and all of a sudden Fang and Iggy were on the ground, slumped lifelessly on the once shiny polished white floors which were now blood splattered.

It felt like my heart had been ripped right out of my chest, leaving a huge gaping hole.

I dropped to my knees and screamed, the two people I loved most in the world were dead. Gone. Two vibrant, strong life forces, suddenly gone, eradicated, never to walk the Earth again.

I screamed again, tears running down my face, my whole world crumbling into shattered fragments around me.

End of dream flashback.

I felt tears running down my face as I relived the dream.

I closed my eyes and took a deep, shaky breath.

I assume that it was night, because Nudge, Gazzy and Angel were asleep, and only half of the lights which were usually on were on.

My feverish thoughts turned confused, and I started wondering how I got here.

I was terrified. I could feel memories slipping from my brain, and I was finding it harder and harder to follow a coherent train of thought.

After a short while, I started confusing the dream with reality.

Did it happen? I thought, and scrambled for an answer.

I was disorientated and freaked out, and actually started thinking that the dream was real. I got a strong pain in my chest where my heart was, and felt it pounding extremely fast like a staccato drumroll.

No, no it's not real, it can't be real, that's impossible.

After a disorientating while, I fell into a troubled sleep, still unsure as to what was real and what wasn't.

Fang's POV.

"Oh my god." Iggy said.

"I can't believe that anybody would do this." I said, looking up, my tone disgusted.

Iggy and I had searched the house, and found some files in Jeb's room, describing a sort of lab, where scientists did genetic experiments on people and animals.

I put the papers from which I was reading down and pushed them aside, appalled.

"Do you think….." Iggy began, and his voice cracked slightly. "Do you think that Jeb took Max there?"

I didn't reply, staring at the ground.

We were sat on the floor of Jeb's room, surrounded by files.

"Oh my…. I swear if he touches Max, if he lays one disgusting finger on him I'll kill him!" Iggy's voice rose to a shout. "I'll kill him if he dares to hurt Max!"

I didn't reply, but inside, I felt exactly the same way, a wild tornado of insane rage building up in my stomach and chest.

"We've got to go get her." I said, looking up finally.

"But where is this place? I didn't see any coordinates in the files." Iggy said, dropping his papers also.

I stood up, my legs aching.

"Maybe there are more somewhere." I said, and Iggy nodded, standing up with me.

Suddenly we heard footsteps downstairs. I froze, and Iggy cocked his head, listening.

"Who's here?" A voice called, and Iggy paled.

It was Jeb.

"Shit." I muttered.

Iggy quickly grabbed my arm, yanking me silently out of Jeb's room, hesitating for a second, and then went down the hall slightly, into a room which I hadn't been in before.

The walls were white, with an unmade bed and a desk. There was a huge bookcase, crammed with books. It looked like it was going to explode. There were so many books that in order to make them all fit on the shelves they looked like a game of Tetris, all turned into the spaces so that they fit together.

There were a few posters on the wall, and a corkboard on one wall with a bunch of pictures and other stuff on it.

Iggy carried on, pulling me into the room and releasing me once we were both in.

"I'm coming to get you!" A shout, filled with anger reached us, accompanied with the sound of footsteps thumping up the stairs, fast.

Iggy swore quickly under his breath and whirled around, shutting the door silently.

He grabbed my arm again, pulling me towards a huge wardrobe in the corner of the room, opening the door and shoving me in, climbing in quickly and closing the door behind him.

There were a few clothes crammed into one corner, and enough space for Iggy and I to stand.

In the near complete darkness I could see that Iggy was pale, a bead of sweat rolling down his neck.

"I used to hide here with Max." He breathed, looking at me. "This is her old room."

That was Max's room?

I didn't know she liked reading.

I turned to Iggy quickly, an idea gracing my mind.

"Ig, if I go, if I let Jeb get me and take me to the…." I searched for a word to describe the experiment labs. "The school, then maybe I can get Max, and bust out from the inside, with you helping me from the outside."

Iggy's eyes widened and he shook his head frantically, whispering back.

"No freaking way in hell, Fang. You know the sick, twisted things that go on there. There is no way I'm gonna make you go through that. It's bad enough that Max is there, I can't lose you too. And besides, I need your help busting in. How am I supposed to form a plan with you if you're in there?"

I looked away, thinking.

"In two days. Two days, at 1 in the afternoon. Get into the ventilation system. I don't know, bring explosives. Find whatever room that I'll be in, and get in there. Hopefully I'll be with Max. If I'm not, we'll figure it out then."

Iggy shook his head.

"Fang! Why are you even freaking considering this! Are you actually insane? How will you being on the inside help me at all?"

"I need to make sure that Max is fine, look after her in there."

There was no doubt that Max was there now.

"I can make sure she's alive and safe for when you bust us out, help her out."

Iggy considered this. "I'll go in then."

I shook my head. "Ig, you can build the explosives necessary to break in. I can't. I would have no way of getting in."

Iggy loved explosives, and had told me that he had a bunch of them in the apartment, just in case.

"No, Fang, I can't let you do this. No freaking way."

"I'm gonna go out." I said, my decision already made. "You're gonna stay here until Jeb and I have gone. Then you're going to prepare, to break the way in. You'll find out where it is. If you can't make it in two days, then just show up at roughly one the next day or whatever. You know what to do."

Iggy grabbed my arm as I moved to open the closet doors and slip out.

"No, Fang don't." He said, pleading with me.

I shook my head. "I have to do this. I'll be fine Ig, I promise. I'll protect Max."

His grip loosened slightly.

"Be careful." He said, his voice harsh. "Don't you dare die, and don't you dare let Max die." His voice turned sad. "You two are all I have left."

"You guys are all I have too. I had nothing before you. My life sucked. My dad… he…" My voice trailed off, and I wasn't quite ready to talk about my past.

"Then I was on my own, until I saw Max at that fight…." I stopped talking, my voice wobbling slightly.

Iggy put a hand on my shoulder. "You freaking better not die. Take care of Max, I know you can."

I nodded and opened one of the closet doors slightly, slipping quietly out.

"Show yourself you piece of crap!" I heard Jeb shout from the hall. I heard loud footsteps, and all of a sudden the door to Max's room burst open, Jeb standing in the doorway.

"You." He snarled, stomping up towards me and grabbing the front of my T-shirt, pushing me against the wall. I didn't bother to fight, pretending to be a bit scared, widening my eyes slightly.

"What are you doing here you little rat?" He practically spat in my face.

I tried to put a nervous expression on my face. "I- I was looking for M-Max." I said, putting on a stutter for the effect.

He smirked slightly. "Oh, you like her eh? Where's Iggy? What did you do to him?"

"I-uh. I…" Oh crap. I had to make up a lie quickly about why I was on my own.

"He- he uh.. he left me. I woke up one morning and he was gone." I said, coming up with the lie on the spot.

"Oh really? That doesn't sound like something he would do." Jeb said menacingly, which caused anger to bubble up in my chest.

"You don't know him! You don't know what he's like, and you never will!" I blurted out angrily.

Jeb raised a hand and smacked me across the face.

"Don't talk to me like that!" He yelled, and I clenched my jaw, and fists, to keep myself from fighting back.

My eyes flicked towards the cupboard for half a second, and then back to Jeb.

"I- I'm sorry." I said, faking fear. Rage was building up in my chest, and it felt like I was about to explode.

"You should be. Now, tell me, how did you shatter the door?" He snarled, still pushing me against the wall.

I suddenly noticed that I was just as tall as him. Maybe he was small. I mean, I wasn't that tall, was I?

"Uh, I ran into it…." I said sarcastically.

He growled and hit me again. "Don't use that tone with me. Don't joke around. How did you get the door open? You're 14 years old, no 14 year old can cause that much damage by running into a door."

"I just ran into it, I swear." I said, purposely making my voice shake.

Something changed in Jeb's eyes. "Oh really?"

I nodded.

He grinned manically. "Perfect."

He pulled me away from the wall, still holding onto my shirt, and looked around for two seconds.

"Ah.. perfect." He said, looking at Max's desk.

He went and shut the door quickly, pushing a chair against it so that I couldn't run off.

He stalked up to the desk and picked up a big white lamp, yanking it so that the plug came out of the socket.

He seemed to weigh it out in his hands.

I looked towards the wardrobe quickly again, and through a crack between the doors could barely see Iggy's silhouette.

"This will do the trick." Jeb said, walking back up to me.

I backed away, until my back hit the door to Max's room, which was directly opposite the cupboard.

Jeb grinned. "Don't run, it will only take longer."

I stayed still, considering backing out.

No. You have to do this for Max. For Max.

I briefly closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I opened them again to see Jeb right in front of me, raising the lamp slowly.

I saw the cupboard door open slightly, and Iggy slip partially out, looking murderous.

I made eye contact with him and glared, hoping he would get the message.

I mouthed "Don't you dare." Very slightly, so that Jeb wouldn't notice.

Iggy hesitated, looking from Jeb to me.

I shook my head at him, holding up two fingers, but with my hand dangling at my side.

Iggy saw, and hesitated again.

I glared at him, praying for him to just get back in the cupboard.

Jeb smiled at me.

"Goodnight." He said, and as the brought the lamp crashing down on my head as hard as he could, as I crumpled to the floor, my vision receding from the edges inwards, the last thing I saw were Iggy's eyes, burning into mine.

Phew! I'm sooooo sorry that this took so long to be updated guys, I really am, I've just had loads of revising and drawing and stuff to do, so I didn't have time to sit down and finish this chapter.

So.. here ya go.

I lost the game by the way.

Fly on.

-Raven.