Hey guise~ I have some apologies to my readers. I read over the last chapters and was severely disappointed in myself. You see, I'm a little bit *cough* *cough* dyslexic *cough* ...

Therefore, I make the most idiotic typos without even realizing it. So I'm sorry. Please bare with it! I'm trying to fix that little problem. TO THE STORY!

I remember I had crawled up to the passenger seat with my savior, "Fang" to get a better view of the passing scenery. I could hear his faint snicker of amusement as I stumbled over the center console to get myself situated. Every time I saw a ragged desert ledge at a different angle, my mouth would hang open in awe and I would press my face against the window like an excited child.

"Would you like some fresh air?" Fang asked with the faintest laugh. I nodded rapidly. Man, this guy has no idea how much I've wanted this. He smiled and pressed a button on the door, causing the window to slide downward with a light hum. The warm air hit me in the face like a slap. But it was a good kind of slap, if that even existed. I inhaled deeply, enjoying the non-thick and freezing feel of the air. "You like it?" he asked me. I could practically hear the smirk in his voice.

"So much." I said, my voice rolling out easier, dispersing the hoarse tone it had adopted while confined in darkness (A/N My god that might be the smartest sentence I've ever written). It sounded almost as smooth as Fang's now.

"So," he said, drawing my attention from the landscapes. "Tell me about yourself. It'll be a long drive, so I'd like to hear more about you." Silence overtook me. What did I even know about myself?

"My name is Max. Short for Maximum." I managed to answer. "I had two sisters before I was taken. My mom was a vet and my dad was a ... scientist." I might as well have growled to word "scientist". It disgusted me now. What good has science been in my life? It sure as hell hasn't been the greater good.

"How long did they have you locked up?" he continued his own little interview with me.

"I ... I don't know." Fang raised an eyebrow at me, than sympathy clouded his eyes. He looked back at the road and clutched the steering wheel, his tan knuckles turning white. "I'm fine now. Now that you got me out of there." I reassured him, happy to see his death grip loosening a bit as he smiled to himself.

We drove in silence most of the way, me drifting in and out of sleep, waking up to see Fang's gaze quickly retreat from my face. After a while, the occasional run-down gas station or restaurant would fly by, the road becoming slightly more busy. Fang began yawning, and quickly pulled into the empty parking lot of a roadside motel.

"Pssst, Max!" I heard him whispering in my ear, slightly shaking my shoulder. I reluctantly opened my eyes to him leaning over me through the car door on my side. "I got a room for us to sleep in for the night. C'mon." He gently pulled me to my feet, shutting the door behind me. He led me to one of the small doors, unlocking it with an old key and letting it creak open. I saw a room with two small beds, a sink with a coffee machine and microwave near the back, and a door that led to what must be the bathroom. He saw me studying that door and caught my hint.

"You want to clean up?" he asked, supporting my weight. I gave a tired nod and he led me over to the bathroom, setting me down on the side of the tub. "If you need anything, just tell me." he said before shutting the door. I turned around and slowly turned on the tap, letting the showerhead squeak to life. I stood up groggily and began peeling off my filthy, tattered, paper thin clothes. I hadn't been able to change since that horrid day, and I was filthy. After I was out of all my clothing, I looked at myself in the stained mirror and audibly gasped.

The girl I stared at was a wreck. Her hair was matted and wild, almost stretching to her waist. Her arms were slightly purple under all of the filth, both from manhandling and so, so many injections on a regular basis. I nearly cried. This is what that good for nothing science did to me. I turned around, stepping into the small shower and flinging the curtain closed. I stayed in there for a good hour, not letting a single piece of grime go unnoticed. I scrubbed myself with the motel toiletries, turning the water off and feeling cleaner than ever. I frowned as I realized something.

I had no clothes. Then I remembered what Fang said.

"If you need anything, just tell me."

I blushed at the thought of asking Fang for clothes to sleep in, but swallowed my pride, cracking open the door and letting some of the steam out.

"Hey, Fang!" I called. "Can I borrow some clothes?"

"Sure thing." I heard his reply and let out a breath I didn't know I was holding in the first place. I hid my naked body behind the door as a black shirt was dangled between the crack I had left. "Thanks." I said taking it a shutting the door back. I had no undergarments to wear, and I sure as hell knew Fang didn't have any I could borrow, so I settled for soaking the ones I currently had in the sink and scrubbing them with the motel soap, drying them with the tiny blow dryer. I slipped them back on along with Fang's shirt, which was big enough on me to go down to my knees.

I shyly opened the door and scurried to my bed before Fang could see me, covering myself up. He just gave me an odd look and walked over to the light switch, flicking it off. I whimpered as the lights diminished. That place had scarred me for life.

As soon as my cry became audible, Fang sat next to my trembling body on my bed, rubbing my back and making soothing shushing noises. My shaking reduced, and I felt his weight slowly disappear from the cushy mattress. Without thinking, I grabbed his sleeves and looked up at him with the eyes of a child who just had a nightmare.

But this nightmare, I had lived it.

I could feel his sympathy and concern as he gently pushed my damp bangs out of my face. After making warm circles right between my twitching wings, he laid down beside me, not stopping his motions. I drifted off next to his warmth, and dreams of flying in the clear blue, free sky greeted me. In my dream, he flew beside me with wings that looked like the purple-tinted midnight sky, his hand entangled in mine.

I couldn't remember the last time I had such a good dream.

omg HAIIII~! So I hope there wasn't as many typos in this chapter (hope in vain) if there are, I'm very sorry, but I can't really help it. My keyboard is stupid and so is my brain when it comes to using proper spelling and grammar. So yeah. I forgot to say my little sign-off last chapter, so count this one twice. Stay insane, my friends.

-Completely Unstable