A/N: Fang: B, shouldn't you be working on Various Phobias?

Me: *whines* I don't wanna!

Fang: *stern* B, you have some reviewers who like your story. You can't just leave them hanging!

Me: But I had this idea, and I think it's a pretty good one! I wanna write it before I forget! *changes subject* Fact: I have read the MR series (except ANGEL) 4 or 5 times.

Fang: *sigh* Am I the only responsible one here?

Me: Whatever, Fang! I don't own the characters, just the story- which is !

Max/Fang= 4 (I know they're smart for 4 year olds, but hey… it's not like they're normal!)

Max POV

The meanie butt white-coat threw me into my cage so hard I saw pretty stars. But I sat up and glared at him. A lot of the buttheads are actually scared of my glare, which makes me laugh. He saw me, and ran away. Tee hee!

I leaned back onto the cage wall, really sleepy. They made me swallow this really icky blue goop and run on a treadmill for like ever! I hate them. They're all mean, poopy brains! Well, except Jeb. He's always nice. He even let me name myself- Max, like, Maximum. That means the best! 'Cause Jeb told me that's what I was- the Maximum.

You see, I'm not normal. I live in a cage in a secret lab, and I'm experimented on every day by nimrod scientists! Because, well, they made me have wings. I could fly… if I ever get out of here. But I have to be strong, or they hurt me. If I cry, or scream, they make my life even worse. So I have to swallow my tears, and make them afraid of me. 'Cause if I get out of here, they're gonna get it.

I was taking a nap when I heard more white-coats walk in the door. I sat up and smooshed myself into the back of my cage. It was three of them, and they were carrying a cage. Oh no! Not another fail! It was so sad, the way they didn't know anything, and then just died.

But when they threw the cage on the shelf right next to me, I heard a growl. What? This thing knew what was going on? One white-coat, Reilly, kicked the cage, and I heard a whimper. They snickered, and walked away, taking about 'muscle coordination'. Whatever that is.

I looked into the cage next to me. It had a boy in it, and he was lying on the floor, not making a sound.

"Hi." I whispered, reaching through the bars to poke him. He looked up at me and glared. I was startled- this guy's glare was almost as scary as mine. Almost.

He had long black hair over his face. He had dark brown, almost black eyes. He was tan even though we weren't allowed outside. When I looked closer, I saw that he had wings! He was like me! They were pure black, almost purplish.

I extended my wings (as far as I could in the cage) excitedly. "You're like me!" His eyes widened a little bit, but he didn't say anything. Maybe he couldn't talk!

"Can you talk?" I asked. He stared for a second, then nodded. "Well, say something!" He just stared at me. Huh. "My name's Maximum Ride- Max for short. What's yours?"

"Don't have one." Whoa he talked! But that wasn't right. I frowned.

"You should have a name! Tell me about you!" I told him. He didn't say anything. Ugh! I was about to say something else when another loser scientist walked in. He looked at our crates side by side.

"Oh no. I am not testing either of you today!" he yelled. Haha. "You almost cost me my job two days ago by breaking loose," he said, pointing to me, "and you almost cost me a finger!" he finished, pointing at the little boy. The boy smirked.

The nerd left, muttering to himself. I turned to the boy. "What did you do?" I asked.

He shrugged. "Bit him." I started to laugh. Then I stopped when a sudden idea hit me.

"I heard some white coats talking about the size of an Eraser's fangs the other day. Your name can be Fang!" I said happily. He nodded, and… smiled? Wow! His smile was handsome!

"Fang. I like it." he said simply.

"I think we can be great friends… Fang!" I said, taking his hand through the bars. He looked at me, and smirked.

"Sure, why not?"

A/N: This needed more… so here is the (short) encounter from Fang's point of view!

Fang: You're creepy, you know that? Did you like, steal video surveillance?

Me: *hides disk* Psh, nooo….

Subject 203 POV

I collapsed at the end of the maze. My feet hurt so bad, and I could barely breath! How any more times did I have to do this? I'd done 5 different mazes so far, each with razor wire walls and steadily increasing heated coil floors.

Oh, thank you! A white coat dropped him in my cage. At least I was done for the day. I felt myself being carried a long time, but I was still too tired to care where I was going.

I woke up for a second when my cage hit the floor with a big clang. I looked up to see the white coat walk away, still jotting on a clipboard.

I curled up and tried to go to sleep. I didn't even look at my surroundings. I just wanted a nap. I was about to fall into dreamland when someone whispered "Hi." and poked me.

I lifted my head up and glared into the next cage over. I was momentarily surprised, but kept my face in the glare. The experiments I've seen never move, let alone talk.

It was a girl, about my age it looked like. She had big, brown eyes and long, light brown hair. I could see her studying me, and she froze when she saw my wings. Then she beamed, and extended her wings! They were very pretty, white at the top, shading down to dark brown at the tips. All of this thought, but I didn't say anything. I had learned to be quiet two years ago.

Flashback

I had broken away from my white coat and I was running for my life. I hated this place. I had to get out of here! My feet flew as fast as they could, and I was skidding around corners and bouncing off of supply carts. I saw an open door, and ducked into it, shutting the door behind me. Breathing hard, I turned around and saw a single white coat at a table, drinking from a green bottle.. He was watching me, I was watching him. He walked unsteadily towards me. His breath smelled gross! "Get a mint!" I said, backing towards the door. He scowled at me.

"Hold up, little freak." he said, but his words ran together, so it was hard to understand.

"Nah. I'm just gonna go. Have fun with your dumb butt life."

"Listen here, buddy," he growled, "I am your master. You listen to me. I helped create you, and I can kill you." I was starting to get scared, but I didn't want him to know. So I used a line I heard Erasers say to each other.

"Your mom didn't love you as I child, did she?" I said. Uh oh. He looked really mad now. It wasn't the first time my big mouth got me into trouble. He grabbed me by the throat and threw me into the wall. He hit me really hard, and I saw shiny spots. He picked me up by my wings. Let me tell you, that hurt soooo bad! It was like being held up by your hair. He shook me until my brain started to hurt.

"SHUT UP!" he roared in my face. He hit my head several times against the table. I felt blood running onto my shirt. Then he dropped my on the ground from, like, six feet up. I landed and I heard a snap right before a searing pain in my ankle. He then proceeded to kick me, and I heard a couple ribs crack, a single sharp pain, and then I could barely breath. (A/N: He punctured/collapsed a lung).

"I hate all of you freaks! I don't know why we waste millions of dollars on you!" He threw his bottle at my head, making a huge gash across my forehead. Now I could barely think through all the pain. My vision faded to black, and I only felt a little pressure as he kicked my neck repeatedly. Then, it was all gone.

I looked at her after my memory, and saw she was waiting for me to do something. I did nothing. "Can you talk?" she asked. I stared for a second, then nodded. "Well, say something!" I just stared at her. "My name's Maximum Ride- Max for short. What's yours?"

"Don't have one." She frowned.

"You should have a name! Tell me about you!" she told me. I didn't say anything- I didn't know what to say. She opened her mouth to say something else when another scientist walked in. He looked at our crates side by side.

"Oh no. I am not testing either of you today!" he yelled. Weenie. "You almost cost me my job two days ago by breaking loose," he said, pointing to the girl, Max, "and you almost cost me a finger!" he finished, pointing at me. I smirked.

The nerd left, muttering to himself. Max turned to me. "What did you do?" she asked.

I shrugged. "Bit him." She started to laugh, then stopped.

"I heard some white coats talking about the size of an Eraser's fangs the other day. Your name can be Fang!" she said happily. I nodded, and… smiled. She looked overjoyed.

"Fang. I like it." I said simply.

"I think we can be great friends… Fang!" she said, taking my hand through the bars. I looked at her, and smirked.

"Sure, why not?"

A/N: Me: Awww little kid Fax! *happy tear*

Fang: …. Yea not really.

Me: Psh. You were/are just too ignorant to see.

Fang: Hmph. Wait… "are"?

Me: *giggle* Oh, Fang. So naïve. Fact 2: Fang is my favorite character, duh. Anyway, where do you guys want this story to go? Sad, depressing School life, or just happy meet the flock? Review please!

Fang: *grumble grumble* Hmph. Are.