Kay guys. Don't hate me. I wasn't laziness that made me update so freaking long, for a while I didn't think I was going to continue on with this story. I was tried of "Iggy being tortured by someone" angst stories. I had read a bunch, and I felt like my story wasn't very original.

So here's my warning. If you are reading this because you like to see Iggy get tortured by someone, stop reading. Because though he is getting tortured in the beginning, this isn't the main plot of the story, the side-effects are. With that being said, I will continue.

Disclaimer: I. DO. NOT. OWN. MAXIMUM. RIDE.

Iggy's POV:

Mr. Murphy came closer to me. He smelled so strongly of cigars that I nearly gagged.

"Iggy. This might hurt. A lot." Mr. Murphy chuckled. Then he violently stabbed me with a needle.

Now it may sound dumb to be completely terror ridden from a silly needle. Especially compared to getting beaten by an Eraser.

But imagine it like this; you get stabbed with a needle every day of your life up until you are almost a young adult. This really changes your perspective.

So when he jabbed the needle into me leg, well I'm sure you can imagine. I was completely freaked. If I hadn't been restraint, I probably would have blown up the room.

But the needle was nothing compared to what was about to happen. Nothing at all.

At first the only thing that was painful was, you know, the needle being jabbed into my arm. I was about to say "What the hell?" But I didn't get a chance to.

The only possible way to even remotely describe it would be like this: You took all of the blood out of your body by stabbing you violently. Then instead of putting the blood back in, you inject fire. That's what this felt like.

In a course of eleven seconds, I went from being cocky, to being in such excruciating agony that I can't remember my name. I can't feel anything except for this burning sensation.

I screamed in agony. I was crying, screaming, violently shaking on the table. I felt as though my eyes were going to bulge out of my head.

'Please! Please make it stop!" I moaned seething off the table. He didn't respond.

"PLEASE!" I screamed. He laughed.

And then the pain was gone, and I was slipping from consciousness.

-You may now kiss the bride- George leans down and Kisses Phyre-Bird-

Fangs POV:

Wait, WHAT?

"Angel, are you sure? I swear to god if your lying-" I shouted.

"Wait what's happening?" Max suddenly intervened. Suddenly everyone was looking at me. I had forgotten that the conversation between me and Angel went on in my head.

I looked over at her. She was sobbing. Max ran over to her and held her in her arms. We landed.

"Fang! What the hell! Why did you yell at her like that?" Max shrieked.

"No, Max, it's not what you think.

"Angel is crying. That's pretty self explanatory." She said as she landed. She crossed her arms and looked questionably at me.

"Angel, tell her what you told me. I'm not mad at you, I'm scared." I whispered. Max looked confused. Everyone did.

"I can… I can…" She was crying too hard for words to come out.

"She said that she can feel life forces. And she can't feel Iggy's anymore." I said shaking my head.

Everyone was quiet. Max was shaking and Angel was sniffing. She looked up at me with her big beautiful eyes and mouthed the words "I'm sorry".

Just as all the hope was drained out of my body Angel suddenly turned around.

"Wait! I think I'm getting something!" Angel screamed. My heart stopped.

"He's okay guys, I feel a pulse. It's small, but it's there!" Angel screamed.

And that's how everyday for three days went. She lost him, and then he suddenly came back.

What the hell were they doing to him?

So that ends this chapter. I don't quite know what to make of it. Review?

By the way, has anyone read Angel yet? If so chat me! I loved all the Iggyness about it!