Maximum Ride Fan Fiction / Maximum Ride Fan Fiction ❯ If I Asked You To, Would You Kill Me? ❯ Waking Nightmare ( Chapter 2 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Irene Sharda
Fang and Jeb have some words and Fang realizes there might be more wrong with him then meets the eye.

Non Anime: Maximum Ride Fan Fiction / Maximum Ride Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Suspense / Sci-fi / Romance / Adventure / Action | Type: Divergence | Uploaded On: 05.22.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 224 | Status: Work In Progress

Chapter 2
Fang awakened, to the scraping sound of his door being unlocked.
So, they were finally going to check on their prisoner in person? (He knew they were probably watching him with cameras.) His body was too weak to fight back, so he might as well find out find out what these butchers wanted.
As the door opened, the room was flooded with bright light. After being in darkness for a little over a week, being hit with a wave of shining light of course, temporarily blinded him.
“How're you doing, Fang?” a steady, gentle voice asked.
He knew who it was immediately, even without the use of his eyes.
“I was doing fine—until now, Jeb.” He answered, blinking his eyes as they finally adjusted.
The man he had once loved and trusted, stood there before him, wearing one of those hideous white coats. He smiled gently, like always, pushing a lock of brownish-blond hair from his eyes. In his hand, was a silver metal suitcase, which he laid on a small table.
“Oh Fang, that's no way to greet an old friend.”
Anger flushed through his mind, but only sarcasm dripped from his voice. “Sorry, but I don't see one of those in here, only a backstabbing son of a bi—”
“Let's not get vulgar, Fang” Jeb said, cutting him off.
Unlatching the suitcase, he continued. “Besides, that's not a good way to thank me. I personally oversaw your operating procedure, to get that bullet out of your chest. A few more millimeters, and you would have died.”
“Oh—and who was it who shot me in the first place? Hmm, let me think about that.”
“And I thought Max had the sharp tongue, but don't worry, we dealt with that Eraser. He was a little too bloodthirsty. I do hope that you will—”
“What do you want with me, Jeb? Lost interest in your one and only Max?”
“Jealous?”
“Hardly.”
Jeb ignored his snide comment and continued to talk, all the while, picking up a vial of clear green liquid from his case, as well as a hypodermic. “We brought you back because, we want to protect you. There's an anomaly in you, which we have not counted for or intended on, but don't worry about that now. I know how you hate cages, so I had them put you in the biggest unit we have.”
Fang rolled his eyes, what was this, some sick way of making him feel better? “What do you mean, `anomaly'?”
Putting a new needle on the hypo, Jeb ignored his question. He then inserted the needle into the vial top, filling the chamber with green fluid.
Suddenly, Fang's vision could only see that needle, bringing back many horrible, agonizing memories. If there was one thing he hated more than cages—it was needles.
“Keep away from me with that thing.”
“Relax Fang; it's just an injection of rizocortizonen, a way to help you heal faster, as well as a way to keep down the pain.”
Tapping the hypodermic's side, to make sure all the air bubbles were gone, Jeb headed toward Fang's neck—only to have to dunk to avoid being hit by the boy's powerful right hook!
With the pressures on him, mixed with his two phobias combined, something in Fang snapped! He maybe in chains, but there was no way he was going to let Jeb near him with a needle!
“Keep AWAY from me!”
The man approached again carefully, “I'm here to help you, Fang. Let me help you.”
“Like HECK you are! Get away from me!” Fang answered, violently kicking out with his arm, as well as his leg.
Jeb again, nimbly avoided them. “Don't make me restrain you, boy.”
Fang lashed out once again, “You've already done that, and I'm still going to kick your a—”
Before he could finish, Jeb pressed a button near the table. “Sorry Fang.”
The chains that held him, suddenly retracted, twisting back into the wall! His body was jerked back suddenly, dragging him, and then slamming him into the stone!
He found, that now he had no movement at all! His whole body was now restrained to the wall, his wings were in agony! The irons cut deep into his skin; blood began dripping down his arms, feet, and neck.
As hard as he tried, he couldn't do anything to stop Jeb. He cringed horribly, as the needle went through his skin and into his neck; the solution, plunging into his bloodstream.
Pulling the needle out quickly, the man placed the hypodermic back in the suitcase. “See, that wasn't so bad was it? You're going to go to sleep now, and when you wake up, I'll be done.”
As if by his spoken command, Fang could feel his consciousness being pulled away from him. The more he struggled, the more he fell into his own personal darkness, until he drowned altogether…

When Fang awoke, he was in darkness once again. Jeb was gone, and his chains had been lengthened back to their original lengths. His neck had a bandage on it, as well as his right arm. He licked his lips, a cottony taste in his mouth. So, he drugged me, took a blood sample, and an oral swab. They're testing for something, but what?
Suddenly, his mind felt like it was in a vice! A wave of heat flushed his entire body! He had felt these headaches and hot flashes for months now, ever since the escapade at Anne's. But now, they seemed to be intensifying. Could this have anything to do, with why he was here?