You guys probably hate me for last chappy. And that I haven't updated in a while. I have no excuse actually, so sorry. Now you'll hate me even more. You'll see why.

Ya know how I left you with a cliffy?

Epic POV

I sat on the purple bedspread of my two-roomed living unit. Buffy's bed being the blue and fuzzy monstrosity across from mine. I pulled the handguns from their cozy spot in my boots, tucking them under my pillows. Yes, I love them that much.

Let me tell you, once people see what I can do with those babies, they don't think of it as weird ever again.

I lowered myself to a lying position on my side, facing the white wall. I sighed, letting my eyes close for the first time all day. Lookout is hard, without a doubt. Especially when those bird kids decide to make a big production when I'm busy. I'm honestly surprised I haven't shot one of them, including that new one. I mean, a fricking sonic boom? Buffy was two seconds from shooting to the sky and using that hulking shotgun of hers.

The hairs on the back of my neck stood stiff when I sensed a disturbance in the air. Eyes still closed, I grabbed a handgun from under my pillow and shot straight behind me, twisting my arm at an unusual angle.

"Woah there!" A soprano voice squealed. I flipped around to see my pink haired companion standing only a centimeter or two from the one of many bullet holes in the wall. Her hair was still in a tight ponytail, shotgun casually holstered around her shoulder. In her hand, she held a paper bag with a yellow "M" on the front.

"I teleport to your favorite Russian McDonalds for dinner and this is my repayment?" said Buffy, her voice coated with fake hurt. I rolled my eyes and she waved the bag in front of me. I snatched it away and started digging inside of it. She giggle and sat down on her bed.

"Any word from Ange?" she asked quietly. I sighed and put down the food.

It had been three days since communications were lost with Fang and Max. Angela had sent out agents to interview Ella and Valencia Martinez as soon as the first call wasn't answered, and they told us every detail. Bottom line, those damn whitecoats got them.

"Nothing." I said, shaking my head. "She's sent notice to double agents all across the globes, but each has confirmed that they aren't there. She has a hunch that they're either in an uncharted lab or the exact same one Maximum was held in."

"That's kind of dumb." Buffy commented bluntly.

"Well, these are whitecoats we're talking about." I replied. Buffy took this into consideration and nodded. She sighed and floated an inch or two above her bed in a laying position. Her eyes fluttered closed and her steady breathing signaled me that she was fast asleep. I can only imagine how exhausting teleportation is.

After I finished the contents off the bag, I threw it in a small trash can next to Buffy's desk and changed into my night clothes. I tossed my boots into the corner and laid on my bed, fluctuating the air around me and amplifying the dry static to create an electrical sphere surrounding my bed. These force fields were the only thing that kept good ol' Buffs from jumping on me in the middle of the night.

I couldn't help but think of what Fang and Max might be doing right now.

Fang POV

I was nearly shaking with anticipation as Max just kept getting closer. Our lips almost touched in a gentle brush and-

The metal door swung open abruptly, two whitecoats storming in and snatching Max away in the blink of an eye. She struggled furiously as they grabbed her limbs and wings. I tried to reach for her, but one of them gave me a kick to the stomach, successfully immobilizing and knocking the wind out of me. Max shrieked my name one more time before the door slammed shut again, leaving me alone in the darkness. I hunched over, trying to breath properly. I crawled over to the door, pressing my ear to the cold metal.

I could faintly hear Max's protests and cries, and the harsh voices of the whitecoats barking orders at each other. I beat on the door, similar to when Max was trying to get to her little sister. After a decent line of bruises had formed on my arm, I gave up for the time being, sitting as close to the door as I could without risking getting hit with it when it opened. I sat there and waited in utter silence, each minute dragging out long and painful.

I don't exactly know how long it was, but eventually the door swung open again, Max being thrown onto the ground. The loud slam followed, taking every bit of light with it. I could hear muffled crying and shuddering breaths.

"Max?" I said, cautiously reaching for her. Suddenly, her weight was thrown on me, her face buried in my chest as powerful sobs racked her body. I rubbed circled between her wings, trying to calm her down. "What happened?" I asked.

"I-I could s-see everything." she choked out. "T-they d-did some sort of s-surgery on me, Fang! They told me what it was, too ..." she trailed off as if she wanted to say more, but didn't.

"What was it for?" I asked, bracing myself for what these twisted men might have done.

"Fang ... they had your DNA from the lab you were in." she said, her voice steadying just a bit. "They used it somehow ... since we wouldn't breed ..." she wavered off again, although she didn't need to continue to tell me what happened.

They used my own DNA to impregnate Max.

HAH. WHY DID I WRITE THIS.

Oh my jeezus, I took this to an extreme. I'm just frigging LOVELY. The lack of reviews did disappoint me, but ah well. I can't make you review, I suppose. But I do really appreciate it. I don't necessarily know where I'm going with this, but man am I going somewhere.

Stay insane, my friends.

-Completely Unstable