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Angel sighed and scratched her head. What was going on? Where was the D woman? Angel sensed she was near, thanks to her new perception ability that allowed her to sense people and objects as if she had a twenty-four hour radar on her. Angel sensed the woman, who was supposed to be right here. That exact spot is where Angel knew she was right.

...Of course, the woman could be underground.

Angel mentally altered her radar to metal/entrance searching, and twisted around to stare at a nearby tree. A strong vibe was nudging at her to go and examine it. Her radar was going berserk the closer she came to the tree.

Her hands found the rough bark, and Angel gasped at the temperature. It was as if she was feeling up hard ice. It had an image of a tree, but when testing her knuckes against the material, a dull clang met her ears.

She found it. Of course, it was slightly larger than the average tree, looking able to fit three men shoulder to shoulder. Now all Angel had to do was to just find the trigger that-

The icy bark-metal suddenly cut off to a small shiny metal section, that Angel clearly knew as the entrance button. She gently pushed on it, and a secret door gave way, the bark sliding up almost magically. The interior was simply a steel room, elevator-like, with a solitary button on the left wall.

Carefully, Angel stepped into the small confined space. It seemed barely able to contain one man. Her breathing grew more shallow, as she recalled where she was going to go to.

Deep underground.

A shudder ran through her tiny frame as she pressed the solitary button. Her stomach dropped as the elevator dropped down into the dark pits of the earth. Her mind and heart were racing at the sudden sense of claustrophobia she felt in the small space. Just before a panic attack rose, the elevator pulled to a quick and sudden stop. The doors opened and Angel stumbled out, gasping for air. She rested her hands on her knees and was started as a pair of black heels met her vision.

She glanced up and tried to straighten her posture, wanting to look as professional as a young girl could manage. The woman tilted her head and cocked an eyebrow, a ghost of a smile playing at her lips.

Angel took a deep breath before she spoke. Her voice echoed loudly in the big metal room she was in.

"I...need some of your assistance."

(Max POV)

I opened my eyes and dark spots plagued them. Where am I? I shook my head, as if the would help them disappear, but the spots simply formed into a big bunch of black matter. I wanted to scream, to open my mouth and say anything, but as I tried... I found that I was tied up, bound and gagged. How cliché. I mean, I'm supposed to be the strong independent heroine, and I'm locked up again, waiting for something. Anything.

"Is she waking up?" A deep, almost melancholy voice met my ears and I flinched at how close it was. As if there were speakers in my ear at full blast.

I shook my head again, only proving the man correct. He chuckled and I felt something run along at the crown of my head. Where the hell was I again? A hand ran along my cheek and I cringed, wanting to pull away. Who was that?

Blinding light hit me and I shut my eyes immediately. They had taken my blindfold off, and the light was now killing me. It hurt to look around. After a few minutes, after I felt it was okayto open my eyes again, I looked up at the figure overshadowing me.

Fang II stared back. He had on a black T-shirt and dark jeans, the exact outfit Fang had at home. I quickly averted my eyes, and analyzed the room, searching for an exit. There had to be one, correct?

The room was metal. Everything was metal. The lights shone brightly from the ceiling and I swear that there was a window in the wall but it shimmered in and out of my focus. It seemed like a window in a surgery area, where beginners and students would watch the surgery take place. I involuntarily shivered, causing me to grit my teeth in frustration. I didn't want to look weak. I had to be strong. I couldn't afford to look weak.

"Are you alright?" Fang II asked me again, annoying the hell out of me. Couldn't he clearly see that I couldn't answer him?

I rolled my eyes and shook my head, moving my chin to signal that I wished to speak.

He sighed and pulled out a knife. My heartbeat sped up as he leaned in closer to me, the knife wavering around my throat. He grinned, and quickly slashed the gag off. I spit it out, and took a few deep breaths. I really didn't appreciate the fact that he was playing some sick game with me...Not cool.

"How are you?" He asked politely, folding his hands over his lap as he sat down in a chair in front of me. Hmm, I've never noticed that before, when did it show up?

I realized again that he had asked me a question. I simply stared at him, daring him to turn and look away first. He did after a minute or two. I inwardy smiled. I was winning this.

"I shall ask again, how are you?" Gripping something and slowly pulling it out of his pocket, he pointed it at me. He furrowed his brows, and asked again. When I didn't reply, he pressed the solitary button on the remeote-

And my heart stopped. I knew it did, since the monitor beside me had gone silent. What the hell was that? Wait, if that was a jolt of electricity that was shot through me, then that would mean that I was strapped to-

An electric chair?

I shook my head, as if that would clear it, but it simply made it worse. I wanted to cry, because every fiber of my being hurt. My arms, legs, head...and stomach.

...Stomach? I swear my heart skipped a few beats as my mind struggled to piece together what was going on. Apparently I was an electroshock chair, and was being...tortured?

...what about my baby?

My heartbeat kicked up furiously, and I knew the fury within me couldn't be held back any longer. I screeched at Fang II, who had been watching me calmly the whole time as I pieced evrything together.

"You bastard! Let me out! My baby...my-" I collasped into sobs again, the sorrow wracking through my body. I looke up at Fang II and I swear I saw a hint of sadness in his eyes.

He spoke slowly, emphasizing each word. "Max, you don't have a baby anymore."