hey! i updated quick this time! woot WOOT!!!!!

okay, big apology to make:

i did not realize that other countries did not get the fifth book as soon as the US did, and i am so sorry about that kinda-sorta spoiler in the last chapter. i totally would not have done that if i knew you guys hadn't read it. i feel really bad. i'm sorry, guys.

********and a personalized apology to dusk3ttex01: i'm soo sorry! i didn't mean to! but i'm not apologizing because of your threat to unsubscribe. if you want to do that, it's totally up to you. i'm not going to try and stop you. i AM apologizing, though, because i do feel reeeally bad about sort of spoiling a part in the book for you. so, i'm sorry.*********

this chappie's a little depressing, not really, but a little.

it might have something to do with the fact that i'm not in the greatest mood (i just wrote this right now, so yeah. sorry for any possible major suckage. i'm just making this up as i go along, so it's not going to be as good as it could be. i don't have a lot of time to edit this and go over and over it like some people do, even if i wish i did!) and i'm a little confused relationship-wise.

anyway/where/how.

watching Seven Pounds tonight! any one seen it? it sounded good, so i'm agonna watch it with ma girlfrieeends :P

much loves and the dedication of this chapter going to the reviewers(aka freakin insanely awesome-possum people): C:H:A:P:T:E:R:2:2:

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Fang dragged his finger through the grime on the cage floor, tracing patterns, writing Max's name over and over again, willing himself to go insane so he wouldn't have to endure this agony of wondering about her and Nudge and the rest of the flock and how they were going to get out of this place.

Something suddenly rattled his cage, jarring him and sending him sprawling to the floor with a soft "oomph."

He rolled over to face a chubby, balding man who looked like he was in his mid-forties. Small, very Whitecoat-esque glasses perched on his beak-like nose. He peered down at a scowling Fang.

"You are the Avian-Human combinant experiment?" He asked, consulting his clipboard.

Fang remained silent, his eyes darkening with every passing moment, his lips pressed into a thin, tight line.

The man looked back down at him, studying him closely, then motioned to some one outside of Fang's line of vision. A group of Erasers surrounded Fang's cage, slowly coming closer, every step coming closer, until they were practically touching the metal bars. All the while, the man watched Fang's expression, nodding to himself wisely.

Fang willed himself to not back down. He had to be strong for the flock…the flock! He whirled around, trying to get a glimpse of them, but the thick circle of furry bodies blocked him from seeing anything.

Fang bit the inside of his cheek. This was not good.

The man studying Fang took one last look at him, then smiled, revealing rows of crooked teeth. "Very good," he mused. He signaled to an Eraser, who pressed a button on a small remote. A small current sizzled in the air and Fang's jaw vibrated when the throbbing electric waves shot through him. After a few more moments of agonizing pain, he was rendered motionless, and the Erasers unlocked his cage. Fang ground his teeth together. This was his means of escape! And yet, he had no ability to move. The sadistic cruelty of the whole situation fueled his anger, and he tried to wiggle his fingers, slowly feeling hot adrenaline pump into his numb limbs.

The Erasers reached inside and pulled him out by his neck, cutting off his air supply. Fang's eyes turned one last shade darker before they became completely black, the onyx irises seemingly swirling inside themselves. The Erasers dumped him on the floor and dusted off their hands. Fang narrowed his obsidian eyes, seething inside, feeling the cold anger fill him with energy he didn't feel with any one or anything else.

Except Max. She was the only thing that kept him going. He felt a small twinge, then focused back on the situation.

With a roar, Fang leaped at the Erasers, fury driving him past his limits. He felt nothing, saw nothing, heard nothing. Everything was a blur, a smudge, one thing smeared into another. Before he knew it, he was standing in front of eleven dead Erasers, with his foot pressed down on the airway of the bespectacled Whitecoat who had watched him before. Fang's fists uncurled, his muscles loosening a tiny bit.

He was barely panting.

The man gasped scratchily, and reached out his hand feverishly. Fang came out of his trance-like state, shook his head, and smirked bitterly.

Watching the light go out from behind the man's eyes, he reached over to his hand and high-fived him lightly before turning away from the bodies, not giving them another thought.

see what i mean????? deh-PRESS-ing!

i didn't know i had it in me!!!!

wowzas!

POPTART POINTS TO THOSE OF YOU WHO....

-read these rambling authors notes. heh heh. if you read these and if you want to get poptart points for it, include the word "hobbit" in your review! hehehehehe i can't wait.... :P

-can give me suggestions on the next chapter. it's gonna be in max's POV.

-can give me an idea as to a name for the woman from the last chapter. i was thinking Rachael, and then i'd need a last name that sounds really rigid and strict and all that. maybe somewhat exotic.

-can count how many different words i used to describe Fang's eyes. :D they sound soo gorgeous..... sighhh.............

trippin hobbits since 1980! (thought i'd give you an example, just for giggles)

:D

:let's take a trip down

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