I smell some FAX in this chapter. Not much but some. ;)

I blinked hard, thinking the doors might disappear. But no, they still stood, tall and wide. Fang pushed a button on his car radio and the sing-song voice of a male crackled on the radio.

"We don't want your cookies!" it yelled, a hint a humor in its voice.

"Ig. Open the door." Fang said sternly, his eyebrows furrowing in obvious irritation." There was a long pause.

"Say please."

"What?"

"You heard me. Say the magic word." Fang just let out an angered grunt. "C'mon Fangaroo! You can say one word." I snickered quietly as the voice used a nickname I would save for later.

"Open the door or so help me, I will drive right through it." Fang demanded. Another silence.

"Close enough." the voice concluded. The rumbling of engines rumbled against the car's walls as the doors separated, harsh light seeping through the crack. I squinted as the blurs diminished, seeing a very clean, white room with an automatic door in the back. A teenage-looking boy with pale skin and light blonde hair stood behind the glass door, waving in our general direction with one hand and holding some remote in the other. Fang pulled into the room, shutting his car off and stepping out, stretching his back. I followed out with him, stretching my stiff muscles.

"And who is this lovely lady?" the boy asked, waggling his eyebrows. I raised an eyebrow. He was looking more at the car then he was at me.

"He's blind ... sort of." Fang said, seeing my confusion. I was going to ask for further explanation, but a pale arm snaked around my shoulders and I found myself being dragged along by the boy.

"So, how's Fangles been treatin' ya?" he asked, leading me through the glass doors that slid open. "I'm Iggy. What's your name?" he continued, not letting me answer.

"Max!" I said quickly, before "Iggy" could spew another question. I could hear Fang's whispered words of irritation as he followed close behind us.

"Where do you think you're taking her?" I heard Fang say.

"Just a tour, what else?"

"You can't" I turned around, looking at him in confusion. "She has to see the boss first."

*sings to Starships* Line breaks, for skipping TIIIIME! Just words, in bold type! I'm here, on my BEHIIIIND! And I just ran out of rhymes!

I was pushed hastily into another doorway by both Iggy and Fang. I stumbled, then regained my balance, to see the back of a desk chair behind a large desk.

What is up with these dramatics? Is the boss gonna casually spin around petting a cat now?

"Hello." the perfect bell of a voice chimed while the chair began to turn. Cue the cat ...

The woman known as the boss looked only a few years younger than me, yet she was very petite, probably half a foot shorter than me. Her looks reminded me specifically of my precious Angel. Same golden head of curls. Same cobalt blue eyes. Same face. Same everything.

I gasped at her appearance. She only raised an eyebrow.

"Name." she said bluntly. Her authoritative tone made me comply without hesitation.

"Maximum Ride."

"Interesting." she closed her eyes, thinking. "I suppose you're curious as to know why my colleague has transported you to here." Colleague? She must mean Fang.

I only nodded. I have been nodding a lot recently. The lady's face masked with seriousness as she tapped the tip of a pen on her desk.

"I understand you have some ... abnormal enhancements, Maximum. I think I'd like to see them as confirmation." she told me. I reluctantly nodded again. I let my wings slowly spread from the slits Fang cut in my shirt before we had gotten here. I spread them out wide, expecting to see the lady's face covered with surprise. She remained unfazed. "Ah, another winged one I see." she leaned forward, resting her chin on her hands. "If you ever need any assistance here, ask Fang or come to me. My name is Angela Harnson. I lead the sanctuary for the enhanced."

I am Allen Walker, the destroyer of time, here to skip time.

"And here's your room." Fang led me to a mechanical door and pushed the button on the center of it, causing it to slide open, all futuristic-y. My room was nothing to get excited over, but it was still pretty nice. It had a closet full of plain and loose clothes, which I was told I could replace later. My full-sized bed had a comfy looking blanket and two fluffy pillows. There was a small desk on the wall opposite of my bed, completely empty. It was nicely sized, way more legroom than I expected.

I walked in and sat on my bed, looking at the digital clock on the small nightstand. It was almost midnight? How long had Iggy's tour lasted? Unconsciously, I yawned loudly.

"I suppose you'll want to get some shuteye." Fang said, still lingering in the doorway. "My room is across the hall if you need anything." As he turned around, I lunged for him without thinking. Going to sleep meant it would have to be dark. He turned his face to me confused, as I clutched his sleeve. I looked at him with desperation. He sighed.

"You know, you should really talk more. It'd be easier on all of us." he said with a smirk.

"I don't wanna be alone again." I mumbled quietly. His onyx eyes flooded with sympathy as he walked back into my room. I was trembling like a lost puppy when I curled up on my bed as he shut the door and dimmed the light. He laid down next to my shaking body, letting me bury my face into his solid chest for comfort. He hugged me close, stroking one of my wings as he made calming shushing noises. I drifted off thinking God, I will always love that voice of his. The small rumble of laughter in his chest alarmed me that I may have thought that aloud. I shrugged it off, letting sleep enveloped me as I curled into the arms of my silky-voiced savior.

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