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TLM Chapter 7 ~ The Truth is Hard to Tell

~Fang POV~

She opened her mouth and said, well nothing really, she just kinda kept her mouth open.

Really!? Am I ever going to learn anything?

"I don't really know how to say this," She finally said "It's really, really complicated."

I sighed, pulling a chair over and sitting down at the table.

"Guys," Angel said, "We should tell him the truth, I think he can help us."

"Are you sure?" Max asked cautiously.

"Yeah, I checked him, he's fine."

She checked me? What the (insert swear word of your choice here) was she going on about now?

"Ok then," Max said, looking at me, "but you're gonna think we're insane."

"Trust me," I said, rolling my eyes, just wanting to get to the point, "I can handle it."

"Well," Max began dramatically, "for me, it all started thirteen years ago, when I was a wee three years old. It was a quiet, dark summer night and I was asleep in my crib. Then, all of a sudden, my door burst open and-"

"Seriously, Max?" Nudge interrupted, "Are you really going to tell it like that? Just tell him what you told us."

She rolled her eyes. "Anyway, my dad came in. He told me we were going someplace "special" and that I needed to be quiet get dressed. He already had my suitcase packed and so we went outside and got into his car. He drove me to a big, white building. When we got inside, he started talking to a short man with a weird accent. Then he took me to a clean, white room with only a bed and a desk. He left me there and I've lived in that room ever since." She said as a distance glazed over in her eyes.

"Isn't it weird how well she can remember that? Like it was thirteen days ago instead of years." Angel commented quietly.

"So….?" I was still completely lost.

"Oh right." Max laughed without a trace of amusement in her voice. "Anyway, it turns out that the building my "daddy" brought me to was a hospital. A mental institution."

"Oh…...I still don't get it."

"He stole me from my family and brought me to an asylum. But, of course, this asylum is nothing like your average crazy-house. See, Jeb, my father, is a scientist. But he and his other little scientist pals aren't like normal scientists. They like to umm...….hmmmm. How do I say this?" She asked herself.

"Oh!" I exclaimed, suddenly getting it. "Holy crap! They did that to you?!"

"What?! I didn't even say anything yet!" Max said.

"No! That's not what she was going to say! That never happened! No!" Angel answered quickly.

"What are you— oh! No! No no no!I didn't get raped! That's NOT what I meant!" Max said loudly as a rosy flush crept into her cheeks.

"Oh…" I laughed, nervously. All three of the girls were blushing hardly, clearly embarrassed.

Way to lighten the mood, Fang.

Max cleared her throat. "Well, what I meant to say was that they had a knack for experimenting. On people. Illegally."

"They did all sorts of things to us," She looked down, but not before I saw the look of pain and anger in her eyes, "always poking their needles and knives around."

~Max POV~

I went on, sparing the wings part of the story and Fang watched me with his dark eyes until I was done, not saying a word. Creeper.

"So yeah. That's my life story." It was silent for a about three seconds.

"Our turn!" Nudge chirped, though with a story like ours, I can't imagine why she would be so happy to share. I guess that's just Nudge for you.

"But don't worry, it's not NEARLY as long as Max's," She began, earning herself a glare, "So, a few months back, Jeb, Max's dad, came to our door. My mom answered it as if she had been expecting him, which was bizarre because I had never seen him before and my mom had never said anything about company or anyone coming over."

She rambled on for a while about getting to the asylum and I think I even heard something about coming to a close.

"And then we met Max and she was like "HI!" and we were like "Hi!" and then we became friends and then yesterday we escaped and now we're here talking to you!"

Fang scanned his brain for a response, obviously not sure how to reply, which was understandable, it was a lot to take in. He didn't even know if we were telling the truth. By now, I wouldn't be surprised if he thought we actually did belong in mental hospital.