Thanks MaxRideandPercyJackson4ever for inspiring this. I had slight writers block, so it's much appreciated! And excuse my language in the author's notes. You'll see why ;-;

Fang's POV

I laid with Max cuddled up close to me, sound asleep. What was I doing? I sighed and recalled the last week or so.

I remembered working undercover in that lab. Angela had only told me about another "enhanced human" being held there, so naturally, she sent me to go retrieve it. She only told me what she knew, which wasn't much. She only knew that this person had been kidnapped and tampered with like the rest of us and was being treated like an animal, knowing how those evil scientists like to operate. I worked as an errant runner for them for a week or so before they trusted me enough to get close to their special "subject". After working my way up the ladder, they believed I could now be the caretaker for the subject due to the previous one quitting or dying or whatever the hell happened to the sicko.

My first day, a very big, meat-headed scientist led me to a thick metal door and quietly popped open the latch. As light flooded into the pitch-black cell, I could see a scrawny figure curled up into ball in the corner. He snuck up to the figure, blindfold in hand.

"Here's how it's done!" he exclaimed, forcefully knotting the fabric around the now struggling figure's eyes. "You grab its wings so it can't flap them. Now you try." Wings? This is what they did to this person. Keeping my act up, I carefully grabbed the base of its wings. The figure began thrashing, so I used a free finger to pet the soft down on its wings.

"Shhh, calm down." I whispered. The figure's muscles relaxed, and a sigh escaped its lip. Now that it was still, I could see its appearance clearly. I was a girl with the longest, dirtiest, and most tangled hair I've ever seen. It had a light brown color with highlights of blonde and a tad bit of red. She was slightly too skinny and wore clothes that were worn thin, with holes and stains. Even I was shivering in this cell, clad in my labcoat. How long had she been here?

With the help of meat-head, I carried her over to the table, strapping her down as instructed while making more calming noises. I began sorting through the throng of syringes and vials I was given by meat-head, who was now gone. The clatter I was making caused the girl to tense. Was I just supposed to inject these in her while she was blinded? Looking at the marks on her arms, I doubt this was a rare occurrence. I figured a way to discreetly brace her for each different injection. I tapped her forearm and quickly inserted the needle, pushing down the sickly colored chemical into her arm.

I could see her eyebrows furrow in confusion as I did the same thing with her calf. She relaxed after a few more, but I could see each one was getting more painful than the last.

"This is the last one, I promise." I bent down and whispered in her ear. She winced as I gave her the last vial-full that remained, and I picked her up, carrying her back to that terrible cell. I set her down and untied the blindfold, letting it drop to the ground as her beautiful chocolaty eyes were revealed to me. She gasped loudly as she saw me.'

"I need you to be quiet." I whispered, quickly covering her mouth with my hand. She blinked hard and studied my appearance, her eyes meeting mine. I tried not to get lost in her deep brown gaze as I unknowingly ran my fingers through her tangled hair.

(A/N My computer decided to mess up earlier so all 500 words I had typed up after this point ... let's just say *POOF*! FUCKING GONE. I hate rewriting things ;-;)

"I won't let you live like this much longer." I told her "Just bare with me, please." She gave me a fraction of a nod and I smiled at her. I reluctantly turned away, saying one last thing before I creaked the door closed.

"And I hope you liked the bread."

I ran right into meat-head after that, hoping he hadn't overheard me.

"Get the specimen prepped for tomorrow, new guy." he said, not hesitating to order me around. "Make sure it gets fed plenty. We can't test these new formulas with it on an empty stomach."

"Got it." I nodded, giving him a sneer as he turned away. I took the risk of depositing something actually edible on the girls tray before I opened her prison back up.

"Eat up. I promise everything will be better after tomorrow." I said, putting the tray down. I could see her cheeks perk up in an obvious smile before I went back out into the lab, mentally preparing myself for the following events.

The next day, I took caution in sneaking the formula Angela had supplied me with into my labcoat and took the liberty of doing today's tests by myself. Meat-head looked at me with doubt, but allowed me.

(A/N I know I already said this, but I am seriously dying inside because of losing all that work. Whatever sanity I had left is gone)

I splayed her out on the table, going with the usual routine. I injected her with a few of the vials those horrible scientists gave me, just for security. I discreetly pulled out the sickly-colored chemical from my pocket and inserted it into a painful looking syringe.

"This one isn't going to feel good. Brace yourself." I said calmly. I pushed the needle into her arm, trying to pump the liquid out as quickly as possible. She was hurting, but this was going to be over soon. I took the needle out, watching the heart monitor show her slowing pulse and her body become slacked. Panic crossed her face, trying to pull at the restraints. "Don't fight it, it'll all be over soon." I said quickly. She relaxed a bit, before turning into the equivalent of a ragdoll. I don't know why, but I felt slightly angered when the monitor began flatlining. Scientists began flooding in the room, jabbering wildly to find out what happened to their precious "subject".

"What the- its heart isn't beating!"

"The chemical must've been toxic! It's dead!"

(A/N And so am I ... on the inside)

"Looks like we'll need another subject after all." I said, playing along with fake disappointment on my face.

"Dispose of it. Now. We don't need it's decay stinking the place up." Meat-head ordered. I nodded, resisting the urge to punch him in the chin for his disrespect. I pulled off of the girl's restraints, carefully slinging her over my shoulder. I weaved through the many halls of the building. I walked a long way, then out of the emergency exit.

Then I made a run for it.

I got to my car, placing the girl in the backseat, starting it up, then hauling ass out of there. A few hours later, I swore I saw the girl move. I watched her intently as her eyes flew open, and I heard her voice for the first time, crying out against the bright sunlight.

"Are you okay?" I asked, concerned. She blinked at me and didn't respond, so I repeated my question.

"I ... I ... what's going on?" she asked, her voice hoarse. I explained to her the previous events. I jumped a little as she began bawling before me.

"T-thank you." she said through tears. "Who are you?"

"Call me Fang." I answered, smiling. I swear I saw her swoon just a smidge. I saw her face brighten up as she looked down at her side, gaping at the sight of one of her wings. She inched one out further, admiring it.

"They're beautiful, just so you know." I said without thinking. I looked at her to see blush forming on her cheeks. We drove til night, me having plenty of entertainment while watching her stare outside the window in awe. Later she told me her name was Max, short for Maximum. I held back my questions about her strange name, but then again, I was called Fang. I had no room to be ask.

We drove until I pulled up at a motel, letting Max clean up and having her borrow one of my t-shirts. I tried not to stare as she stepped out of the bathroom, running over to her bed a curling under the covers. Now that she had been cleaned up, her appearance sent me even more over the edge.

Her now untangled hair was shiny and cascaded past her waist, grown from the lack of cuttings in her prison. Her arms and legs revealed many bruises and even more scars. Her skin was insanely pale from light-deprivation, but still gorgeous. I went to shut off the lights, and I could hear Max whimpering, her trembling body shaking wildly. I began comforting her, rubbing her back between her wings. As I went to get up, her hand shot to my arm and had a death grip on it. I could see the fear and desperation surface in her eyes.

Unconsciously, I moved her elongated bangs from her face. I kept rubbing her back as I lowered myself beside her. She fell asleep within a matter of seconds, pressing herself close to me. I found myself falling to the grasp of sleep and put one arm around her, burying my face in her soft curls.

I'll spare you the details of the next morning, since I may or may not have seen more of Max than necessary. So here I am now, with this girl that I rescued. I don't exactly know what the hell compelled me to lay down in her bed with her, but I am fully prepared to blame it on those puppy dog eyes she gave. Those beautiful, big, brown, mesmerizing, dreamy ... WOAH, WOAH. KEEP IT TOGETHER FANG.

Seriously! What the hell is this girl doing to me?!

omigawd that was painful. I hate retyping things. I hate my computer. I wanted to throw it out of a window and just GIVE UP. But I fricking didn't. FOR YOU. BE HAPPY. I SURE AS HELL AM NOT. Stay Insane, my friends.

-The mentally deteriorating Completely Unstable