Here, again… New fanfic.
Chapter 1
Underground Facility
Dr. Julia Spirits tapped her pen against a medium-sized clipboard. She examined the list of results that ran under it and sighed. Her job was a difficult one, though she couldn't say she 'hated' it. It was just, well, difficult.
She walked down the narrow hallway, lights flashing on either sides of her, windows exposing other doctors, dressed like herself. She kept her eyes looking forward, though. There were some gruesome things in this place and she didn't plan on seeing them. Without meaning to, Julia found herself taking a quick peek into one of the rooms.
Several scientists stood around a large body, while others typed commands into computers. There was a loud beeping sound emanating from the machines as the mutant got up. Julia shuddered when she saw the mutant's face. His eyes were a brilliant scarlet red, his face covered with russet fur, a mane of lion fur growing out of his cheeks.
A new subject of theirs. They had grown tired of the robots or 'Flyboys' as some now called them and were making recombinant hybrids again. This one was known as a Panthera leo hybrid, a human with fifteen percent lion DNA. The scientists liked to call them Trackers. They seemed to be the inevitable replacements for Erasers.
Julia strode down the hall at a quick pace, stopping in front of her surgical unit. She let out another sigh and opened the door.
Inside, three of her co-workers typed into computers, gasping at results. In the middle of the room was a hospital bed. Straps restrained a mutant and Julia gulped down.
She felt like Jeb Batchedler right now, though she knew she wouldn't turn her back on this. Jeb was famous in these labs. He was the only scientist to actually escape the School and betray them without being killed. And he had given his son to the cause.
Julia blinked tears out of her eyes as she walked toward the mutant, bending down to stare at him. "Tyler, honey? You feeling okay?" she whispered, staring at her one, her only, son.
"M-mom?" asked Tye, his face confused. "Where am I? Did they do it, yet?" he asked, blinking now pitch black eyes at her and Julia suddenly missed her son's blue eyes.
Two narrow horns stuck out of her son's head and a long tail twitched back ad forth at the bottom of the bed.
"Yes. They managed to do it like Ari. You're a Ceratotherium simum hybrid. You know what you're supposed to do, right?"
Her son looked up at her, a low growl building in his chest. "Kill the flock."
Max POV
"I'm serious, Iggy." I made my voice as evil as I could, while Iggy just laughed, balling his fists up. "Give. It. To. Me." I growled, hoping I looked as venomous as I felt.
"Nu-uh." said Iggy, waving the thing every which way. I about snapped right then and there but somehow held my cool.
Fang, who was driving the SUV we had "acquired", rolled his eyes and made a small turn. I shot him a glare then turned back to Iggy, my eyes piercing.
"I swear I will kick you across this city." I threatened, pointing out the window toward the "coordinates" the Voice inside my head had given us (Don't look at me like that!). I had no idea where we were, we had just followed Voice.
"You're mom makes the best cookies." said Iggy, a smirk on his face. He began to slowly pull the home-made cookie to himself, opening his mouth.
"Iggy, don't you dare." I said, trying to stand up in the small space. Iggy grinned widely, snapping his mouth through the air.
"You've already had half of them. The deal was I'd get the last one." he pointed out.
"I made no deal."
Iggy just shrugged, not content on arguing. He then took a big bite out of the cookie.
"How dare you?!" I shouted, grabbing a random object to my side, Nudge's bag.
Fang POV
Have you ever drove with Max? My guess is you haven't. Well, usually it's okay. She doesn't talk much driving, but when it comes down to her mom's cookies…
I tried to block out Iggy's yelps as she continuously beat him with Nudge's bag. The kids, who had been silent through the equation, were now laughing and pointing as Max wrestled Iggy for the last bits of the cookie.
I peeked a small glance through the mirror to see Max grasping Iggy by the neck as she tried to put the cookie in her mouth, Iggy's long hands flailing which made it impossible.
I struggled not to laugh and kept my face impassive and eyes on the road. Poor Iggy… Shouldn't have taken Max's cookie.
Max POV
"Oh my god!" wailed Gazzy, his face bright red as his laughter kept him from breathing.
Iggy writhed underneath me as I snapped my jaws through the air, trying to get the last bit of cookie that was now in his hands.
Finally after much fighting, shouting, and squeals from the Iggy department, I snatched the cookie and stuffed it into my mouth, munching it right in front of Iggy's incredulous face. For a moment, I almost forgot he was blind and stuck my tongue out at him.
"I'm sticking my tongue out at you Iggy." I laughed and he just gaped again. Then everyone was laughing, including Iggy.
"Fighting over a cookie." I said, making Iggy snort. "What has the flock come to?"
Suddenly the SUV stopped and the flock and I lurched forward. My head met the back of Fang's seat and I shrank back, rubbing my head. Can we say 'Ow'?
"Why did you stop?" I growled, my head throbbing after smacking into the leather seat.
"Look." said Fang, sounding surprised. Wait. Fang never sounded surprised. This had to be big.
I looked out the window and gaped as well.
"No way."
"I know." came Fang's reply. Somehow he had managed to keep the bafflement out of his voice.
"Voice led us here?"
"These are the coordinates."
"Buckingham Palace?!"
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