"Hey," he whispered, "hey."
"What?" I replied a little solemnly. I was too tired to talk – the Whitecoats had done more blood tests on us and I was feeling nauseous. I was trying to rub away the dots that traveled down my arm.
"What did one fart say to the other?" he asked, facing toward me with wide eyes. I started to smile a bit – he knew I wasn't exactly happy and was trying to cheer me up. I faced toward his cage to hear the punch line.
"Smell ya later!" he grinned and then we both started cracking up. I don't know how, but he has a new joke every time we've had a hard day. The door opened a second later, though, and two Whitecoats walked in. Now there were four beings in the room. I pulled my knees up to my chest and my friend's dark eyes were on alert. We caught each other for a split second and worry passed between us. They were supposed to be done testing for the day. Why were they back?
"Move those crates to the opposite wall," I hear a woman say, "they're too small for Subject 3 to fit in."
My friend and I met eyes again. They referred to us as Subjects 1 and 2. Maybe Subject 3 was like us.
"We're moving Subject 3 to this room today? I thought we were moving him afterthe surgery."
"You are correct. The surgery commences today," the woman answers.
"But… the anesthesia we ordered hasn't come in yet," the male Whitecoat says as he picks up the empty crates to my right. I push toward the farthest corner of my cage and make myself as small as possible in hopes that they don't see me.
"I know, but they're going on with it anyway. They can't wait any longer to start all the procedures. It's been a slow week without the medicine."
"But it's on his eyes… poor kid. He's only seven."
"You'll get used to it the longer you work here. Kids die every day," she says heartlessly. The leave the room and the door clangs shut behind them. My friend and I stared at each other in horror. We knew what anesthesia was – it helped us when Whitecoats wanted to experiment – it helped us not feel pain. And this boy didn't have any…
The boy would be awake as Whitecoats tear his eyes apart with scalpels.
Short chapter, I know. I've been wanting to get this up for months now, but was too lazy to do it. Sorry. I'm trying to make this prequel as realistic as possible by rereading all the Maximum Ride books and writing down every detail about them and their pasts. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this little tidbit and I'll post up the next chapter in one week :) Please review!