A/N: I've removed the first part of the A/N because it was basically cursing me out. By the way, this is Angel! I posted Natalie's first chapter, and she apparently found out :3

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The next part of this A/N is Natalie's that I didn't erase. And don't call her Natalie, call her Nat. I'm the only one who gets away with calling her Natalie, 'cos she totally loves me. Like a mum, not a girlfriend. She denies it, but I've read her mind. I have that power and all...

. . . anywho, now that I've called Angel every name in the book, I should give you the details. Since this was put out earlier than I wanted it to, it's not going to be as good of quality as I wanted it to be, because I have less editing time, and time to write it. Every chapter will be Fang's POV, unless I specify otherwise, such as for this chapter. It's Max's. I just thought I should share the conversation she and Dylan had.

So, yes, this is her and Dylan's conversation.

I plopped myself down on the floor and patted the ground by me, instructing Dylan to do the same. I turned to look at him, but he was looking down at the ground.

I said, "What the hell was that for?"

He looked up at me, "What was what for?"

"You know very well what I'm talking about!"

"Trying to inject myself with that?"

I nodded.

He sighed, then said "I was hoping it would kill me. It would've devestated Dr. Hans Gunther-Hagen if I would have died."

"So, you were going to kill yourself, just to piss him off? Talk about going to extreme measures..."

"Seeing you and Fang. It was just to horrible. Not much reason to live, if the reason you're alive is completely in love with someone."

I glared at him, "That may be the reason you're alive, but you do not have to give into it."

"Yes, I do!" He started, "It's the way I was programmed!"

I punched him.

He grabbed his cheek in pain, "Ow! What was that for?!"

"For saying that! You aren't 'programmed'! You're a living, breathing, being, with your own mind, and your own feelings! You may have been created to be the 'perfect match for me' or whatever, but that doesn't mean you have to be that! Just look at my flock, we were all created to be expiremented on. Does that mean we just gave in, as they expiremented on us?"

Hand still clutching his cheek, he shook his head, looking defeated.

"Exactly. So you will get everything that the doctor and anybody else told you about everything you need to be out of your head, now. You won't be a part of our flock if you listen to them, okay?"

He nodded.

"Good. Now let's get back in there," I said, getting up. I offered him my hand, he took it, and got up. I noticed his eye was starting to turn black, and felt a bit guilty, but he needed a wake up call.

I opened up the door leading to the room I left my flock in, and looked in. Fang had the tiniest smile on his face, and I assumed he had seen Dylan's black eye. His eyes said it all, though. They were amused, happy, carefree... I couldn't help but smile at him.

"Let's go!" I said, though, and the flock followed me out the door. I decided it was time for a bit of fun, though, "trash everything you see along the way."

I didn't have to tell them twice, nor myself. I took a tray off a nearby medical cart, and flung it at a long glass medical cart like a frisbee. I only watched it shatter for seconds before I kicked open a door next to the cart. It was some sort of storage closet, so I grabbed the cart and rammed it into the closet. I repeatedly pulled it out, and slammed it back into the closet at different angles, until everything in there was completely destroyed.

I ran back into the hallway, throwing my wings out to fly through these wide hallways. I saw an ajar door down the hall, and I flew straight into it, arms out so it'd open. I swooped into the room, and flipped over, feet first, ramming to shelves across the room. I dropped to the ground, but was quick to get back into the air. I circled around the room, successfully destroying everything in my path. I didn't care about the scratches and scrapes it left me with, only about the incredible destruction I left behind.

I dropped to the floor, just in front of the door. I landed crouching down, one hand on the floor, which gave me perfect balance. Pulling my wings back into my shirt, I walked casually out into the hall, where my flock was waiting. Every door was open, giving me glimpses of the great destruction left. I grinned as we left the building, going back home.

Wow !! No spelling errors I needed to fix !!
Doesn't at least that deserve a review ??

Puhhhhlease ??

Fine. I'll give you incentive. Five reviews for this chapter, or else no chapter three.

Like anyone would care, anyway :P