...I AM SO, SO, SO, SO SORRY. I ditched you all for so long! :O It's school. I be hating it. Also, I've got no inspiration for this story so far (I am yet, to construct a real outline), so with no solid plot line I can't bring myself to be writing this...

Anyway, I am 99% certain that you all have just forgotten about this story and nobody's actually reading this, but I'll go on.

Enjoy? If anyone is reading?

Max POV

It was on day four that they finally came for me. By 'they' I mean the weird werewolf hybrid creatures that the Director had cooked up; both Voldemort and the Director herself remained annoyingly elusive.

I was sleeping when they arrived, sitting as comfortably as I could with my back shoved up against the cold brick wall and my arms held above me like dead limbs, all feeling having long deserted them. Over the past three nights I had managed to get maybe ten hours of sleep in total – sitting in such a strange position called for some major wriggling to actually get to sleep. It was hard, 'kay?

The door slammed open and banged off the solid walls just as I managed to nod off, awakening me and instantly sending me into a very irritated mood. I scowled at the two werewolves standing above me. 'I was trying to sleep,' I snapped at them, somehow attempting to look fierce while sitting on the floor, chained up, utterly helpless. 'Come back in about ten hours.'

They didn't respond. Not that I expected them to. Instead, the first one took a key in his hand and shoved it roughly into the lock holding my arms together, grazing my hand on the way past. 'Hey!' I protested as he popped the chains open and dragged me into a standing position.

Once I was up, I attempted to support myself on my own two feet, only to find that obviously three days that they hadn't been in use had taken its toll and I was about as wobbly as a newborn calf. So much for being able to run away.

The two goons took a hold of each of my arms and towed me out the door quickly and painfully, me stumbling all the while, trying not to trip and fall. I scowled at their uncaring nature – it wasn't like they didn't know what I was saying.

Outside of the room, I was not much surprised to see that the hallway I was in looked just like the cell I had just left, only longer. It was all colourless and hard brick lining the walls and the floor. I wondered what type of person would build a place like this. It was so... lifeless. Obviously, prisons aren't supposed to be all cheery and puppies and rainbows, but seriously. Lighten up, man.

The two werewolf cronies pulled me along the hallway while I looked around, wondering where they were taking me. Was I finally going to see the Director? Or maybe I was moving cells, or even prisons? Or maybe the two of them had had a mutiny and were releasing me? Hah. Like that would ever happen. They were brainless cronies, useless for nothing but following orders.

We turned a corner and I saw a staircase heading downward up ahead, spiralling into blackness. Ooh. Ominous.

They led me down it and so enough we emerged into a room that was radically different from the design found above it. Instead of all grey brick and torturous chains, this place was stark white and held the unmistakeably sterile smile of a medical facility that made my heart race and my nose itch like crazy. In the middle of the room was a cold metal table, gleaming under the bright lights above it. Other than that, the room was empty.

Eyeing the table, I glanced around nervously, feeling a sweat rise to my skin. I didn't like this. It was too much like the School. I could only imagine what they had in store for me in this damn place.

I looked at the werewolf hybrids on either side of me. 'Hey, um, guys?' I said nervously, licking my lips. 'You, um, do know what this room is for... right? So, uh, how about you get some compassion for a fellow mutant just like yourselves and, uh... let me go?'

I was ignored. Typical.

I decided to change tactics. 'Alright, Tweedledee and Tweedledum, how about you let me go right now or I'll kick your ass 'till the middle of next week. How does that sound, hmm?'

One of them glanced at me but other than that I was given no response. The other one let go of my arm and strode over to the other side of the room, where a CCTV camera was hanging from the ceiling, a small red light blinking near the lens. He reached up and tapped it and then came back over to Werewolf No.1 and me. He reached for my arm and I jerked it back hurriedly. He frowned and tried again, so I leaned forward and slapped him on the cheek, hard, my eyes narrowed. He reeled backward, blinking in surprise and I felt No.1's grip on me tighten to the point where it was starting to hurt. I hissed at the pain.

Werewolf No.2 had recovered from the surprise slap and now he dug in his pocket for something, barking orders at No.1 in a raspy growl that I was unable to understand. I didn't even realise that they were able to talk.

No.1's hand tightened even further on my arm and he started to pull me towards the metal table, ignoring my struggling protests. Damn, he was strong. Too strong for me.

He shoved me onto the table and easily held me down by both shoulders, undeterred by my outcries that were fast becoming desperate. I glanced over at No.2 and my eyes widened as I saw that he was approaching me with a open needle, his face completely emotionless.

'No – ' I began to say, but then I felt the tell-tale prick and my consciousness fled within seconds, leaving me in the black.

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The first thing I noticed when I woke up was that my head was pounding. It hurt. A lot. It felt like someone had gotten a baseball bat a whacked me over the head with it about twenty times. Never gonna feel good.

The second thing I noticed was that I wasn't in my normal spot, chained up against the wall with my arms hanging above me. Instead, I was lying on something hard and cold, my cheek pressed against the smooth surface. The... table?

The room was silent except for my own heartbeat and I let a tiny groan escape my mouth. God, my head. What exactly had they done to it?

I tried to sit up and open my eyes, but I soon realised that I could barely move. Whatever drug they had given me had left me not only out cold, but had also left me pretty much paralysed. I could move my finger, almost. If I really tried.

There was a sound off to my left that reminded me of a door opening and closing and then there were the footsteps of a high heeled boot coming towards me until they stopped about a foot from where I lay. With tremendous effort, I forced my eyes open and I wasn't surprised to see the Director hovering above me with a clip board in her hand, surveying me with a cool, distant gaze.

A tiny smile flashed on her lips when my eyes connected with hers. 'Miss Ride,' she said. 'Glad to see you are awake. We were worried that my minion gave you an overdose of my special little drug.' She reached into her white lab coat and pulled out a syringe identical to the one No.2 had given me before. She examined it closely before looking back at me. 'A very simple invention of mine. A cocktail of morphine, local anaesthetic and a small amount of paralysis tic venom. Dangerous, yes. But effective.'

I forced myself to roll my eyes at her and she frowned. 'Obviously not effective enough.'

She tapped a heel on the ground and glanced down at her clipboard. 'The paralysis should wear off soon enough. Then you will be taken back to your cell.' She smiled at me. 'We will begin viewing the effects of today's experimentation over the next week. Hopefully, it has been a success. But there is more than enough room for it to go disastrously wrong.' Her smile turned cruel.

I desperately wanted to ask exactly what she had done to me, but no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't make my lips move to form the words I wanted to say.

The Director smiled once more. 'Have a nice time, Max.'

And then I was alone once again.

Anyone wanna guess what just happened? ;)

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