Hey I'm this is one of my first fanfiction stories so it may not be the best. Please review! (I could use some constructive criticism… but not too constructive)
It was dark… cold. I felt uncomfortable and pathetic. I looked around at my surroundings; there was Iggy, but no one else. "Iggy?" I asked, not sure of my ability to speak.
"Yes," Iggy spat. He was obviously annoyed at something. His strawberry blond hair was matted with dried blood and dirt. You could barely see his skin and his arms were covered in scars. He looked at me with pride, as if I did something that, although I didn't recall, was considered brave and powerful. Despite his appearance I knew he was much stronger than I.
"What's happening? What's going on?" I asked, my voice was cracking and I felt like I hadn't had water in days.
"School," Iggy said his expression dark. "Those stupid scientists."
"What do they want from us?" I slammed down my fist on the cot in frustration.
Iggy shrugged his shoulders. "Death."
"What?"
"I said they want death, they want to kill us Gazzy!" Iggy stood up and tore at his hair. He then mumbled some things I couldn't make out.
I looked at him with tears in my eyes. "Where's my sister?"
"Dead, same with the others, they killed them all off. We're the last survivors Gazzy," Iggy said. "You did your best. Without you we wouldn't be standing here." Iggy smiled at me, his sightless eyes gleaming in the ounce of light that was let in the room.
"What did I do?" I asked.
"What did you do? You saved us!" Iggy patted my back proudly. I grimaced in pain and he pulled back. "I've never been so impressed with an eight year old in my life!"
I puffed out my chest and acted as if I fit the part. Iggy laughed, the first time I've heard him laugh in a long while.
"Keep that up and they'll never kill us," Iggy said. I smiled.
"Yeah! Let them do whatever they want, I won't be scared!" I said.
"Plus I think I saw some wires and plastic," Iggy laughed manically. "It's like they want us to blow something up!"
The lights suddenly turned on pouring bright white light into the room.
"It's time," a white coat said.
"Its past time, your cookies are already done," I said sarcastically.
"Scorched," Iggy added. We gave each other a perfect high five. I held my hand in pain but tried not to show it. The white coat rolled his eyes at our 'little joke'. Wait till we get to the punch line, he won't even have eyes to roll.
"Come with me," the white coat tried.
"Not to eat your cookies," Iggy said.
"'Cause those are nasty!" I laughed.
"Enough," the white coat said sternly. "If you think that the other scientists will tolerate this you are sadly mistaken."
"We're not going."
"I'll make sure to tell the other scientists that," the white coat gave up.
"You can also tell them to kiss my-" Iggy started. I clamped my hand over his mouth to keep him from finishing the sentence.
"Have fun," I said embarrassed. As soon as the white coat left our tiny room the lights turned off again.
"Well this day just got so much more fun," Iggy said laying on the floor and 'staring' at the ceiling.
"Agreed." I knew that our past experience was awful, and there was worse to come. Tears came to my eyes thinking of the flock, dead. They gave it all they got, although it surprised me that Max and Fang didn't survive. After all they are the strongest flock members. Heck, I'm just an eight year old. I laid down next to Iggy on the floor.
"You know what?" Iggy asked, noticing my disappointment. "You did well today, excellent even. So what if the flock got caught in the cross fire of one of our bombs, it was an accident. I'm proud of us, we tried our hardest."
I smiled, "I can't remember."
"You can't what?" Iggy asked shocked.
"I can't remember what happened any time earlier than when I woke up," I explained.
"Well that's because you passed out stupid," Iggy joked, nudging my arm. Nudge.
"Yeah," I said looking down.
"Are you feeling alright?" Iggy asked.
"No," I confessed. I looked down at myself finally realizing that my whole entire body was burned, I had cuts, scars, and scrapes all over my arms and legs. "I look like I'm something Max used to make for breakfast."
Iggy laughed, choking on his own blood, "I think I do too. I'm pretty sure you've got the worst of it though."
"It truly is something awful," I said rather sadly.
"I'm glad of one thing," Iggy said.
"What?"
"I'm glad that I didn't have to see the flock die, and I'm glad that you don't remember."
How was it? (I'm sorry about the cliffy ending)