It's impossible. He can't do it. Everything is black, nothing is seen. He stumbles along, grasping for the switch that will turn his vision on but that was destroyed. Destroyed the moment they had grabbed him, strapped him down, and cut his eyes. It will improve his vision. Yeah, right. It killed it. Turned out the light, closed the doors, locked him in. Now here he is, stumbling blindly. Searching for a light that cannot be turned on.
They want him to walk. To find his way around the house without a guide. With no anchor keeping him from drifting away to his sightless world. They obviously don't understand. It's like blindfolding someone, tying their hands together, then sending them out to a clearing that ends in a cliff. There's no way to remove the darkness, and if you stop you lose your bearings. You're lost between a forest of killers and a cliff. If you want to go further, imagine any special ability, any sense of direction, is gone, you just have to walk straight and fall. Fall into an endless darkness, not knowing the pain that awaits.
If you could find something that sheds light on that dark, confusing, world, you would cling to it like a drowning person clings to a lifeboat. You could find this in a leader dog, or a person. He found this in touch. The feel of Max's feathers. Gazzy's skin. Angel's hair. Sometimes people's emotions were so powerful he could almost sense them. Nudge's excitement when she got a magazine. Fang's anger when Erasers came.
It all added up, mostly. But walking around the house was harder. It was mathematical and confusing. And it brings
back memoriesof it.
They'd come in late, when the rest were still asleep. He was almost asleep thanks to Max and Fang's rhythmic breaths. They had all been tired due to the endless tests they had done that day.
"Come on, grab that one." One whitecoat had said, pointing to him. He'd scrambled back to the corner of the crate when they unlatched it. Hands reached in and seized his wrist.
"Come out!" The whitecoat grunted, pulling him out of his crate.
"No, no please no!" he'd screamed. They'd grabbed his crate and loaded it onto a cart.
"Iggy!" Max called after him.
"Max!" He had called back. They pushed him through doors and hallways as he curled up in a ball and sniffled.
They pushed him through one last door and yanked him out of is cage. Straps circled his wrists and ankles as he had struggled with all his inhuman might.
"This will help." A voice muttered and a sharp pain hit his neck. The world blurred over and he became immobile, but he could still feel everything.
"Ok, this should improve his night vision." A whitecoat said.
Iggy tried to cringe away from them but he couldn't move. Something pierced his eye and he screamed. He kept on screaming as they slit his eyes open and injected things into his cornea and nerves.
"Make….. It…. Stop…." He whimpered between screams.
After what seemed like hours they bandaged his eyes and put him back into his cage. He felt them put him back next to Max and Fang.
"Iggy," Max whispered. "What did they do to you?"
Know here he was, stumbling aimlessly around the house, searching for his light, his anchor, his sight.
