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Lithium Ride – Chapter One

I was bounding across the sand toward the lapping waves when Max called me back. I turned slowly and trudged back to where she was standing, beside a pile of rocks.

"Where do you think you were going?" Max asked acting all mature at a grand total of eight years old.

"Uh Max, why you do even care?" I asked giving her my best innocent look.

"Uh Lithium," her voice mimicking mine perfectly. "You never did finish the testing that Jeb had asked you to finish did you?" Frustration boiled inside of me.

"Nope-ity-nope, nope." I replied as snidely and immaturely as possible.

"Just remember what Jeb said, and never forget." She replied calmly. How could I forget? I would never forget.

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Excruciating pain screeched all the way from my left hip to my right shoulder jolting me awake from my memory/dreams. I was being carted around in a wheelchair. You can

guess how that went over. Yeah, like a pile of bricks. I snorted in disgust and I got several weird looks from the erasers that surrounded me. I tested the holds on my wrists and

ankles. They weren't very tight; I figured I could break them. I strained a little leaving red marks where they rubbed. I took a deep breath trying to be calm. My Plan A didn't work

so I tried Plan B: leaning back more and more, attempting to tilt the chair backwards. 15 minutes later nothing. I tried, but it didn't even worked in the slightest. Even I, Lithium

Ride, was running short on plans. Oh great, that is really saying something. Just then my prison door came into view. I tried to shrink back as far away as possible; the erasers just

snickered as they pushed me out of the chair. I groaned as I hit the tile floor with a dull thud. The broken tile from yesterday digging in and cutting my face. I ignored the pain

and tried to sit up, unsuccessfully. Rough hands then lifted me and put me back into the cage that I had lived in all my life. I tried to stay awake, but it wasn't working; my body

just gave into the pain. I slept.

I woke up from my reoccurring nightmares again. Crawling to the front of my cage, ignoring all my pain sensors I grabbed the metal and tried to peek in between the metal bars

to see if their were any scientists in the room. There weren't. Angel stirred beside me, disrupting my thoughts. I wiped at the tears that I had unconsciously spilled. I tried to hide

them by putting my arms up around my face. Next Fang woke up in his cage, then Nudge, Gazzy, Iggy and Max. They all looked at me strangely, I felt their stares boring into my

back. I shrank back into the closest corner of the cage, my body protesting angrily.

Angel's POV - Lithium had a cut that came from her ear to the middle of her cheek bone. She also had a huge incision from her right shoulder to her left hip. The stitches

stretching menacingly. Her wings had been modified again. This was no longer a surprise; but it was still a painful process. Then I saw to my alarm the tears that cascaded down

her pale face, making little streaks in the blood as they made their way down. I gently entered her mind 'Its gonna be okay Libby.' It was more of a statement than anything else.

'No, its not. Not as long as we're here.' There was not only a hint of steel in her voice, the pain and anger sucking most of it out.

Lithium's POV - I didn't even know why I was crying, I wasn't in all that much pain I concluded; but yet the tears just kept coming. My black and turquoise wings complained as I

laid them against my spine. I tucked up my knees against my body, trying to get warm. The cold metal and plastic didn't exactly help.

A stupid white coat had to come in, of course. He decided that it was necessary at around 11:00pm that we had to switch kennel buddies. Which was somewhat a relief. Angel

was seriously starting to creep me out. Ah, the irony of it all. Can you guess who I get stuck with? Grrreeeat.

Iggy approached my cage and attentively opened it. Angel crawled out before me to go and sit with Fang who was going to be her buddy for the next few days. I looked up at

Iggy sourly as I stepped out of the kennel. Me, being a total D.I.D. [Damsel In Distress] had to pass out right then...right? Life sucks, a little bit of information that I thought you

should know about my life and pretty much every other person on this earth (and mars). I slowly got absorbed into my own little world. A world for one.

Iggy's POV - I felt Lithium stare up at me coldly. I may be blind, but I can sense a look in my direction. Her glare faltered and she slowly started to collapse. Fortunately, I caught

her right around the waist, before she hit the floor. I carefully collected her trying not to bump her broken and painful stitches; but also trying not to blush as her soft form

melded into me. I mean how distracting can it be? Very. I gently picked her up and carried her over to the cage. I placed her inside and I climbed in after her. The door closing in

after me; caging us, locking us in.

Lithium's POV - I was wakened by someone who was muttering angrily..."Sorry" he breathed. HE? Who was this guy? I turned to see Iggy who straightened the best he could in

the tight, cramped space. "Your stitches were busted, I tried to fix them the best I could..." He was going to continue, but I gingerly put a finger on his lips instantly silencing him.

"Thanks" I mean how lame is that? "How bad is it?" I asked quietly. I took my finger of his lips so that he could reply.

"They are okay, but not great." What does that actually mean? I wondered.

"What happened after I passed out?" And how long have I actually been out of it? I asked myself scanning the room.

"The others were taken for group testing" He sighed. "I was left here to try to fix you up."

I let out a small whimper as Iggy pulled a little on the stitch that he was tying. I felt Ig tense up. "Sorry...again."

"Its okay, it isn't your fault." I realized shortly after our brief conversation that I was strangely vulnerable with my shirt open in the back. My wings and my back were open to probing. I knew Ig wouldn't try anything but it was still awkward. I tried to sit up, a little lightheaded.

"I'm not finished." Iggy's voice said determinedly.

"Yeah, well I am." I snapped back.

"Lie. Back. Down." He gently pushed my uninjured shoulder so that I was lying down again. It seemed to take ages until he pulled gently. I felt his fingertips brush gently up and

down the incision double checking all the stitches. I quivered under his touch.

"What took you so long?" Trying to ignore the feelings in the pit of my stomach.

"Bleeding. You probably shouldn't move for a few more minutes, you lost more than I had previously thought." Iggy replied worriedly.

"Yeah, can I sit up though? This is starting to get really uncomfortable."

"Did all the information that I just share with you just go in one ear and out the other?" He whispered loudly.

"Uh, okay. I'll take that as a 'no'" I replied easily.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to snap. Its just concerning the pool that we're swimming in." My heart squeezed and a hoarse laugh escaped from my throat.

"I think I missed that, what just happened?" Iggy questioned.

"Nothing." I replied in all seriousness. It didn't last long. I finally broke and started laughing again.

"Whatever" was Iggy's only reply.