(A/N): Hey guys! Been a while…NaNoWriMo…Yeah, about that…

Fang: He lost. Badly.

Me: Hey! That's – entirely true.

The first day, I didn't have power or word count, so I fell 600 words behind. At the end of week one, I was still 600 words behind. On week two, I wrote 3000 words the first two days, and in the next 3 weeks, wrote less than 2000 words. So.

Honestly, I hope I still have some readers after November. To those of you that are still around, I'm giving you a gift: one of my longer chapters. Enjoy!

What is with the DG and bombs? They're worse than Iggy and Gazzy!

"Report," I croaked. God, this was getting annoying. I would never get used to the feeling of being blown up.

Everyone called in except Ella, who was still unconscious. At least, I hoped that's why her body was limp. Just to be safe, I discreetly checked her pulse. I regretted it immediately.

There was the faintest, slowest pulse I had ever felt on a living person. Then it jumped up to about what it should be for a normal person. However, Ella was no longer entirely human - her wings. Her pulse was still too low.

Then it plummeted again.

She didn't have much time. "Guys, we've gotta get Ella out of here."

Iggy stiffened. "Why? What happened? Max! What the hell happened?"

I was afraid to answer. We needed a way out of here, and fast. Then I remembered - the helicopter.

I stood up and grabbed Ella. "Guys, the helicopter should still be over there. Move out, quickly!"

Everyone moved out quickly, heading back. I watched to make sure everyone had left when I went to start flying, until I saw Fang still standing there. "Helicopter?"

I sighed. "Long story. C'mon, this way," I told him. The moment the words left my lips, I was airborne. Fang followed, and we began our fly back. This time, I didn't use my super speed. Instead, I stayed even with Fang.

An awkward silence filled the air. "So..." he trailed off. "Care to tell me where we're going?"

I bit my lip. He wasn't going to like my answer. Honestly, I didn't like it either. "Nope."

He turned to face me, and I looked away. "Max..."

Still avoiding his eyes, I mumbled, "Itex," so quietly, there's no way he heard it. I felt his eyes glaring into the back of my head. He shook his head and looked forward. I nearly sighed. I've been doing that a lot lately, haven't I?

It was somewhat disappointing to find out we were the last ones to the helicopter. Everyone else had been sitting around, waiting for us. Slightly embarrassed, I didn't say anything, and led everyone onboard. The moment we took off, Fang asked me again. "Where are we going?"

I took a deep breath, ready for him to be pissed off at me. "Itex."

Fang jumped to his feet. "Itex! What the hell is this?" The last time I'd seen him this livid was when I picked Ari over him. He lowered his voice. "You better be able to explain, Max."

I shrugged, trying to keep cool, trying to make sure he didn't catch how unnerved I was. "It's kinda a long story."

He swept his hand across in front of him, motioning to the fact we were in a helicopter. "We have time."

After I explained the situation to Fang, he was a little less upset, but still pissed off about us being with Itex. Actually, I finished telling him everything just before we landed.

No sooner, Ella was dragged out of the helicopter, put on and gurney, and rolled away we were ushered back inside, reporting back to Director Dylan. Fang's expression faltered for half a second when he first saw the original, but he went back to being Mr. Rock before anyone else saw it. I'll admit, the first moment is always a shock, no matter how many clones you've seen.

When the Director saw Fang, he was quick to question. "What's he doing here? I thought you said he died." I was annoyed that he sounded disappointed Fang was alive.
I chose to respond. "So did we. He claims he's been being experimented on for weeks."
"Claims?" I heard him mutter. I ignored him.

The Director looked disappointed and near disgust. "It was a clone. They killed a clone. "

I had known it already, but the confirmation made me weak. "Are you sure?"
He nodded, calmer now. "Yes. Yes, I'm sure. It would explain a lot. How they knew about your plans to stop the public execution, when you were ambushed. He was a snitch."

He was right, but- "Then why did they kill him?"

He shrugged. "Not sure." He looked at Fang. "If you want, we can make sure-"
Fang gave him a death glare, and I cut him off. "No."

The Director didn't care. "Alright. I'll have you shown your rooms."
With that, guards led us down a white hallway. Apparently, each of us was getting our own room. Dylan got the first one. Maya got the next one, then Fang, followed by Iggy, Nudge, Holden, Ratchet, Star, Gazzy, Angel, and finally me. The moment the (hidden) door to my room opened, I walked in and plopped down onto the bed Itex so generously provided us with. Note the sarcasm.

I stared at the blank white ceiling. Heck, everything in the room was white.
Things were so complicated now. If the Fang that left me, pissed me off, and broke my heart was a clone, how could I hold that against the real one? But, how could I ever put what happened behind me? Whenever I saw Fang, all those bad memories and feelings would resurface, even though the Fang I was with wasn't to blame.

But I couldn't be with Dylan, either. I'd always know that he was my second choice, second best. That I was only with him because I had been tricked, and badly. Ugh. Things were way too complicated now. Everything made so much more sense before the damn whitecoats had to ruin my life.

I let out a long scream, and finally closed my eyes. I needed some rest. Maybe things would make more sense tomorrow, with rest.

Yeah, right.

(Dylan PoV):

Dylan had to see Max. He just needed to be with her right now. He knew she would be upset and need comforting.

He also knew Max would begin to question their relationship.

That's why he needed to be there.

Luckily for Dylan, he had once lived in a place nearly identical to the Itex headquarters. He knew exactly how all the doors worked, and how to get around.

Scratch that. He had just gone out into the hall, and it was a labyrinth. Everything was white, with indents and outlets every few feet. He could only hope Max was in the room across from him, or he would never find her.

He knocked on the space of the wall where the door would be. Hopefully, the room wouldn't be soundproofed.

He heard Max's confused voice, and opened the door at the confirmation.
When the door was ajar, he realized his mistake. It wasn't Max's room. But it was too late to turn back now. She was staring right into his eyes. Maya.

He started stuttering. "I-uh, I was, um-" What was he doing? He was never like this! Never! Not even around Max.

Maya turned away. She didn't care. "He never really loved me. He was a clone. Just a stupid clone, and I thought he actually loved me," she said, to no one in particular. "I fell for it." Her voice wavered, and Dylan thought he saw tears welling in her eyes. "I was stupid, so stupid, to even think that." Tears started rolling down her eyes.

Dylan walked over and sat down next to her. He put his arm around her, in an attempt to comfort her. She turned to him, grateful. "Look,I'm sorry. I shouldn't have dumped that on you."

Dylan gave her a charming smile and said softly, "Relax, it's no big deal." Maya looked up at him, smiling happily. She rested her head on his shoulder. They sat like that for what felt like hours, until a guard noticed Dylan and escorted him back to his room.

But he kept asking himself one thing over and over in his mind: Why didn't you kiss her when you had the chance?

(A/N): So, how'd you guys like it? I'm gonna try and update quite a bit this December. I really want to finish this before spring, but if I don't, oh well. You guys know what to do. Click that little review button down there.

One last thing: I'm gonna start having "poll" like questions at the end of chapters.

Is it bad to sign out and anonymously review your own story a bunch of times?If it's a bad story with no reviews? A really good story trying to reach a milestone?

What pairings do you want to see in Nevermore?

PS: My birthday is coming up, so review for my birthday! PLEASE? For my birthday present?

Fang: He really wants you to review.

Me: Yup!

-MaximumX and Fang