Roommates (A Maximum Ride Fanfic)

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Disclaimer: Ugh, I hate this. Just look at every other chapter.

Fang POV

"So, Max has been kidnapped and you think Dylan has something to do with it because he kept showing up wherever Max was?" Lissa asked and her eyebrow rose. I nodded. Her lips pursed as she thought for a minute. "I…..It makes sense actually. He was always asking questions about her and whenever we would go out he would act like he was looking for something. I never meant for Max to be hurt or affected by it. I mean I didn't like her but no one deserves that." Tears started to well in her eyes but she wiped them away.

"So you mean to say that Dylan seemed to be interested in Max?" I asked her and she nodded, solemnly. "Okay, we'll need to get this to the police station." I said and grabbed my jacket. I slipped it on and headed for the door behind Ella and Iggy. I looked over my shoulder, as I was about to exit, at Lissa. She had her shoulders slumped and she looked down at her feet as she sat on the couch. "Don't tear yourself up, Lissa. It wasn't your fault. Thank you for your help." She looked up at me and choked back her tears to give me a quick nod. I closed the door on my way out.

Max POV

My body was aching all over. Sam and Dylan had woken me up a few hours earlier and taken me through a series of tiring experiments. They led me into a room and set me on a bench. I didn't protest. My muscles felt like lead and I was drenched in my own sweat. Sam better hurry up with that escape plan because this wasn't going to work for much longer. A white coat stepped into the room a few minutes later and took in my weak form. They wrote some things down on a clipboard and gestured to Dylan. He picked up a pair of sneakers that I hadn't noticed and put them on my feet.

"In this test you will find your way through a maze." He gestured again but this time at me. I stood and walked to where he was pointing. "Ready? Go!" A doorway opened in front of me and I walked through it. The door closed behind me and I looked around the labyrinth. It was made of high, gray, concrete walls. I started to walk forward and my feet were getting warmer. Strange… The shoes spiked with heat and burned my feet. I yelped and jumped up. A voice on the intercom boomed through the speakers.

"Every time you slow down or stop the shoes will burn you." It said and the heat spiked again. I yelped and began to jog through the maze. Turning and searching for an exit.

Two more mazes and I was done. They took the shoes off of my blistered feet and I slumped on the chair. I grabbed the water from Sam's offering hand and chugged it down.

"That was the last test for today, you can rest in your chambers now." He said and I nodded but didn't make a move to get up. He picked me up and carried me to my room.

"The plan is in order. You escape tonight at twenty four hundred." He whispered in my ear so quietly that I doubt I heard him correctly but his pointed look told me different. "It's around three-o-clock right now. Be rested, be ready." He whispered again. I groaned to tell him I understood without giving away anything to Dylan.

Fang POV

"We have another suspect for you." I said to the detective once we were seated in his office.

"Really? Who?" He said and leaned over his desk.

"Dylan Walker." I said and he cocked an eyebrow. I told him our evidence and he nodded.

"Well, I can see how you would be suspicious but that's not enough for us to suspect him." He said. As he finished his sentence a tiny knock sounded on his door. His secretary entered.

"Detective Rickards? There's a Jeb Batchelder here for you." She said and looked at us and back at the detective.

"Bring him in," Detective Rickards said. His secretary nodded and left. She came back a few minutes later with Jeb following.

"Fang," He said and his eyes widened. "I didn't expect to see you here but that's fantastic. You'll want to hear this." He took the empty seat next to Ella and looked at the detective.

"I know where Max is." He said and my eyes bulged.

"Where? How do you know? Is she okay? Oh, God, please say she's okay." I said and I felt my heart pounding in my chest.

"Whoa, one question at a time Fang. Ari Reynolds took her. She's at some scientific facility being tortured. Two more men, as far as I know, know of her location as well. I have video footage with me to show you." He held up a thumb drive. The detective's eyebrows drew together as he took the thumb drive and plugged it into his computer. An image popped up on the screen of his computer which was turned so that we could all see it and my heart lodged into my throat. I felt the blood drain from my face and my jaw clench. Max was strapped to a metal table with Dylan and Sam on either side of her. The guy that had asked her out the other day at the clinic stood in front of her and he had a grimace on his face. Max looked terrible. She had tear tracks down her face along with bruises and a few cuts. She wore what she left that morning in, running shorts, running shoes, and a black tank top.

"That's him." I said and pointed to Dylan. "That's Dylan. And the other one is Sam Kemming." I pointed to Sam.

"You're sure?" Detective Rickards said and looked at me. I nodded stiffly. My throat was tight and I was swallowing back tears. I'm coming Max. Just wait a little longer.

Max POV

The world was a long hallway that didn't have an end. I was running as fast as I could, my heart racing as if I was being chased. Sweat dripped into my eyes and my breathing was labored. My feet slapped the concrete beneath me. I looked over my shoulder to see a darkness starting to swallow the hallway whole. I urged my legs to go faster and my muscles ached with protest. I had a feeling that if I was sucked into the black there was a good chance I would never come out. The ground around me started to crack at my feet and my heart pounded harder. A crack jutted from the ground just as my foot started to pass and I fell with jarring force to the ground. The darkness grasped at my ankle and seemed to grip it iron-fisted. The darkness swallowed me up and just as my head was about to be sucked under, the world vanished.

I sat straight up on the table and a figure in the dark jumped back slightly. I panted and held a hand to my chest like I could slow my heart rate down. The figure leaned down closer to me.

"Max," It was Sam's voice. "Max, it's me. The cameras are off for twenty minutes. Time to go. The place is dead asleep. Be extra quiet." He gestured for me to follow him and I got up from my position on the table. We slunk to the door and Sam stuck his head out. After a few seconds he waved his hand forward and I followed him through the doorway. We turned down a couple of hallways and then we came to a door. A keypad jutted out from the wall next to it and Sam typed something in. The door made a few clicking sounds then slid open. We stepped through and ran down a few more hallways until Sam stopped next to a door. He ushered me inside and came in after me.

"Get in," He held up the curtain on the bottom of a cart. I got climbed beneath it. He closed the curtain and said, "I'm gonna change so don't look," My nose wrinkled at the thought as I heard the rustling of fabric. A few seconds passed and the cart started to move. I gripped the front legs for balance. My heart was in my throat and I held my breath. Almost there, Fang.

A/N Ha! Another cliffy! Sorry, but next chapter is action packed. I hope you enjoyed reading this chapter!