Hey. It's me again . This chapters going to be short and I'm thinking of switching back and forth from Nudge's and Iggy's POV. I'm having some major writing block so if you can read and review that'll be great and appreciated! Thanks and enjoy!
I groaned and opened my eyes, squinting against the bright light in front of me. My first thought was: "Joy. I'm dead. This must be the light at the end of the tunnel. I get to meet God now. Well, at least I'm safe from Erasers, but I'll sure miss the flock. I didn't even get to say good-bye."
A wave of pain tore through my stomach and I curled into a ball, hearing myself whimper pathetically. On second thought, I think I'm still alive. Death can't hurt this bad.
Someone jabbed my side and, despite myself, I cried out in pain.
"Don't you dare mess up the test subject, Ash. We need it in perfectly good shape to dissect." A voice boomed angrily.
"Oh, come on. Can't I have a little fun? Jeb's not going to be here for another few minutes." A second voice replied.
Jeb. I bolted up and bumped my head against the lightbulb that was hanging above me on a forlorn-looking string. So that was the light I was seeing. I have to say, I was a little disappointed.
My heart sank to my stomach as I glanced around the room I was in. I was sitting on a surgeon's table. The walls of the room were white and filled with paintings of flowers. A sink was on my left and I was surrounded with equipment that either had razors, sharp edges, or both. A sanitized smell reached my nose and I shivered. I knew exactly where I was now. I was at the School.
Two scientists in white lab coats stood on either side of me. One was fat and short, with a balding head and wire-rimmed glasses that magnified his blue eyes. The other was tall and wiry. He had a mop of black hair that was unkempt and small green eyes. His face was pinched in a way that resembled a ferret's. I figured he had been the one who had poked me, since ferret-faced guys usually have trouble keeping their hands to themselves. It's just a theory.
The tall man peered at me and waved a hand in front of my face. The bald man frowned and slapped his hand away, then leaned down and stared into my face. His breath smelled like onions and I held my breath, starring back at him in disgust. Slowly, he reached out and stroked my hair, then my face. I cringed and resisted the urge to sock him in the nose. I could handle this. I have been in more dangerous situations than this. All I had to do was wait until they left, then make a run for it. Yeah. Good plan.
I tore my eyes away from the bald man and glanced carefully around the room. There was an air vent on the ceiling, the only escape route. I have learned from experience that air vents were bad news, but hey, in despite time you do what you got to do. Now all I had to do was wait for the right moment to make a break for it.
"Ok. Ash, get the needle. We're going to do some blood tests on her before Jeb gets here." The bald man said to the tall one.
The tall one nodded and walked to the sink. Once his back was turned, I punched the bald man in the nose and leapt up, snapping out my wings. Ok, freedom. Here I come.
