Disclaimer: I didn't own them last chapter, but I do now! (Shouldn't this be called a claimer?) Anyone who believed those last sentences; you are a fool.
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Max's POV
The answers to some of my questions were found out the very next morning.
The night had been cold and uncomfortable, as had been all my nights had been here at the School, but I guess concrete flooring wasn't actually designed with comfort in mind. Someone should give the people who are running this joint a heads up.
I hadn't been lonely, though; Angel had been there, unfortunately she snored, quite loudly for a person of her age and stature. Seriously, though, she was like a chainsaw.
Anyway, the next morning dawned and Angel and I were dragged from our cell bright and early by two Whitecoats and five Erasers.
I'll admit, I wasn't in the best of moods, and the fact I was being dragged to God knows where, to meet God knows who, wasn't exactly helping to improve it. Neither was the way one of the Erasers holding me kept jerking my arm.
"I'm coming you stupid lump of meat, you don't have to tear my arm off." I hissed.
"Experiment 6," One of the Whitecoats said, apparently referring to me. "If you don't be quiet, that's exactly what will happen."
I snorted, which wasn't very ladylike of me, I know. "Please, as if you would do that to one of 'your most successful experiments'."
He simply narrowed his eyes at me before striding down the hall, gesturing at the Erasers and the other Whitecoat to follow.
I looked down at Angel. "You okay?"
She just nodded, a grim look on her face.
I sighed. If there is a God out there, any God, why me? Why Angel? Why should anyone go through this?
The Erasers holding me pushed me forwards and I bit back a sarcastic retort and walked down the hall.
We walked past white walls and white doorways, with white doors, further down the white hallway, with the white floor and the white ceiling. Come to think of it, there's a bit of a trend occurring.
Everything smelt of antiseptic and other cleaning fluids, the strong scent burnt my nostrils and almost me gag. It was so sterile, more so than an eighty year old man who has worn y-fronts his entire life.
We had been walking for quite a while, I realised, just following the Whitecoats as they strolled along in a seemingly random direction. The walls weren't quite so white here; don't get me wrong, they weren't dirty, just more of a cream colour than pure white. The floor was no longer concrete either; instead there were large, square, white tiles, laid evenly and precisely. The hallway was exactly three tiles across, you have probably realised from my observations that I am extremely bored. I had been trying to memorise our route but had lost track after the first fifteen minutes. It had been extremely windy too, almost as if they were trying to disorientate me.
I noticed Angel nod and realised that she had been reading my thoughts, and the Whitecoats' as well.
I had never been to the wing of the School before, it was more … friendly, for lack of a better word.
"This is a bit better," I called out to the Whitecoats. "Have I finally earned enough points to upgrade my accommodation?"
"I told you to be quiet." One of them hissed, the same one who had spoken to me before.
"That's the problem with life; you just can't control everything." I told him, shaking my head in mock remorse. I saw Angel smirk out of the corner of my eye.
The other Whitecoat pulled on his shoulder, "Come on Bill, just ignore it."
"It?" I cried indignantly. "I do have a gender."
Bill ignored me, as the other fellow had advised him to.
I remained quiet for the rest of the trip, it seemed we had finally reached our destination when Angel and I were ushered into a room where a woman appeared to be waiting for us.
She was slender, I guessed she was about my height but it was hard to tell because she was sitting down, her hair was fair, pulled tightly back from her face. As we entered the room, she stood and gave a small smile.
"This is them?" She asked the Whitecoats in a somewhat haughty tone.
Bill nodded. "Subject 6 and Subject 11, two of our most successful."
The woman's smile broadened considerably and she turned slightly to face Angel and I.
"I'm sure you're both wondering who I am." She said, the sinister smile still on her face.
Well, Angel could read minds, so I doubt she was wondering. I was slightly curious, but this woman didn't have to know that. "No, not really." I lied, trying to sound bored and nonchalant.
A look of surprise flitted across her face and she paused, as if unsure what to say. She swallowed before continuing. "Regardless, I will tell you." She paused again.
Come on lady, I thought, just spit it out.
"I am Marian Janssen, the Director of Itex."
"Itex?" I asked. What the hell is Itex?
"Yes," She confirmed, somewhat smugly I might add. "The company that runs the School, amongst other facilities."
I glanced at Angel, trying not to let my shock show. She was looking quite worried, her pale face grim.
"You mean there are other places like this?" I asked. This was a terrifying new concept; I had always thought the School was a sort of stand-alone research station or something.
"Oh, yes," The Director laughed. "The School is just a small part of the whole. There are many more branches of Itex all around the world.
My dread bubbled over, consuming me entirely. I could do nothing but stare at this evil woman, the one who was responsible for all of this, my mouth hanging open.
"But enough about me, Max. I want to hear all about you, Subject 11 as well. What exactly can you do? What makes you two so special? What makes you worth keeping?"
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A/N: So it turned out that I could update faster than I thought. Anyway, thankyou to; Love is the key to the world, Demon-Kitty-Chan, lol (no, I am not laughing, someone put that as their name), chiibi-sarus, dusk3ttex01 and Xuut, (I think that Martin II is a nice name as well, it would definitely suit a fish) who all reviewed last chapter. I will treasure your reviews for ever and ever.
