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Btw they move to gotham after fang a maximum ride novel because ~author magic~

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"LET ME GO! I command YOU!" Dr. Gunther-hagen shouts. "HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND? HAVE YOU FORGOTEN WHO I AM?!"

"I think you've forgotten who I am." I counter, as I clench my jaw harder every second. This is all his fault. "That is, not a robot. Someone with a mind of his own."

"But you- you owe me your life!" Dr. Gunther-hagen stammers. "This doesn't make sense!"

"you don't make sense!" Max says back. I notice there are tears in her eyes. He's paying for that... "We're not just test subjects! We're not just for experimenting! You people never learn!" Max continues.

"I see it all clearly now," I say quietly. "I see what you are. I see what you made me. And I see what I'll become." I look over at the gurney a few yards away. "Iggy, can you help me with this? Grab his legs." Me and Iggy pick up the struggling doctor and get him onto the gurney. "Gazzy, Nudge, Angel, you too. We need help strapping him down."

They come over, and together we strap him down.

I pick up a loaded needle. "This should do nicely." I readied the needle like I'd seen others do. I notice Dr. Gunther-hagen raise his head. Terror in his eyes. His hands shaking.

I vaguely hear Gazzy wispering "thats what I call giving someone a taste of their own medicine. Im giving him a taste of his own medicine? But it was so horrible... do I really want to- yes, I do, let's finally not do the good thing for once.

"You don't know what your doing, dylan," the doctor said.

"Let's pin his arm down, please," I direct the others and place the tip of the needle on his vein.

"Oh, god, dylan- don't," max said, pleading for some reason. "It's just- enough. Enough already."

I stop the needle. "Okay, max."

I look at max. I was designed to be her other halve. So I need to stop. because that's what I'm meant to do... right?

I look at fang. she loves him. He loves her. But why. Why did that happen? If I'm her other half, and she doesn't love me, I'm useless. I don't have any purpose. I know that. But apparently, I'm not?

I look at Dr. Gunther-hagen. it's his fault- no, it isn't, right? It was my mission to be max's perfect other half. I ruined it. I don't know how, but I ruined it. I don't have a purpose. Its all my fault.

I plunge the needle into my arm. 

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The flock+dylan fly back to Dr.Martinez's house.

Once they're done with dinner, docter Martinez clears her throat. "We're moving to gotham."

"Why?" The gasman asks.

"There's not any good veterinarians there. Also author magic." Dr.Martinez answers.