Chapter 2. Here we go.

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Max

I was really desperately hoping not to be the one on the end. But there was no way to be sure, and I wasn't going to open my eyes and be picked just because I had. But, wait, I'm a girl, and Jeb had said 'him'. That meant Fang or Iggy. And I was afraid again, but less than I had been 'Poor kid.' I thought, but even as I did, I was glad they wouldn't poke or prod me, or shock me with the stupid electric stick. I calmed down, I wouldn't be shocked. While I knew very little before that, I knew pain. And I knew it came with that voice, Jeb's voice.

Fang

'…That one on the end." I had to steel myself if that was me. But how could I know? One thing's for sure, I wasn't dumb enough to open my eyes. But I had to know if the shock was coming. I tried to reach out, to feel if I was on the end or the middle, but my hands were tied down. I listened carefully, and my ears picked up every sound beyond the beeps and hums of the medical machinery I was hooked to. To my left I heard a quick staccato heartbeat. Someone there was scared. To the right, a slower beat, more confident, but how could someone not be scared, how could they know that they weren't the one that was going to get shocked? Max, only Max could be that confident in the face of danger. But even as I thought it, my own heartbeat slowed, I wouldn't get shocked, I was in the middle.

Iggy

I was frantic, scared, my eyes flashed open as if I had no control over them. Bright, fluorescent lights glared down on me and made my skin a scary, waxy color. I looked to my right. There were two other people. A pretty girl with wild blond hair and white skin and a boy with longish black hair and olive-y skin were hooked up to IV's. Max and Fang. I looked to my left, heart pounding like it would burst, I was on the last gurney. I was the one on the end.