~~Chapter 3: Death To Director~~

Jeb POV (scary, I know...)


"Welcome to the freak department..." Fang muttered under his breath while running up the stairs to the original 'School'.

"C'mon Jebadiah, 1 more flight..." I muttered to myself.

"We're here." he said. I sighed, caught my breath, and nodded. These guys hated me. Fang probably thought this was an act. Too bad he didn't know that Max was my blood and flesh. Maybe then he wouldn't of did everything to get her into bed with him.

"Jeb? C'mon. Let's go kick some ass." I smiled, and he kicked the door. Fighting with Fang was much like a Matrix movie. Everthing slowed down. It was kinda funny.

"Jebadiah Batchelder?" someone asked. I looked straight at the source.

"Director. We meet again." **punches a 'thing' in the head.**

"Why are you back? For your daughter? She's unconcious." Fang leaped over a dead 'thing' and kick another while in flight. "You taught him well."

"Are you going to talk, lead me to Max, or let me walk past you?" She smiled. I glared.

"I like the first posibility." she said. Fang punched another.

"Well, I'm going with two or three. Make your pick. With two you'll only die a nice, calm, PAINFUL death."

"With three, well, let's just say, YOU. WILL. BURN. IN. HELL." Fang said, making an imphasis on each sentance by punching a different 'thing'.

"Wow. Their languange is similar."

"Director, take me to her." Fang stiffled a laugh. I rolled my eyes at him.

"Mhmm... 'Bout that... You see, that's a big no-no."

"Okay, Elmo, we can do this the easy way," **breaks a Thing's nose** "Or the hard way." **punches Thing really hard in the head, making it crumple over on the floor** I rolled my eyes at Fang's comment about Elmo. Had he even watched it before? Seriously...

"Ooooo... I'm so afraid..." the Director said, sarcasticly shaking her knees. Fang sighed. Um, warning here... Fang is sooooo pissed right now...

"You know what, bitch? Go fuck yourself." Fang said, and did a running leap into the air, kicking her in the head. Let's just say, no more Director.

We ran through three hallways, until I ran passed an open file on a desk. Subject 36901... Max.

"Fang!" I shouted, and he ran backwards just to catch up to me. I picked up the file. She was in a room numbered... 1429.

"C'mon!" I yelled, and took off after my daughter.