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"Let go of me! I said- ouch!" I yell as I'm tossed carelessly through a doorway and into a room. I spring up off the floor instantly, but the door is already shut and locked tight behind me. I groan and turn to look around the room, noticing with slight surprise that there are other prisoners in here.
Alfred is leaning in one corner, talking animatedly to the short Japanese man that was in New York earlier. The man with red eyes and white hair is slouched on an examination table, looking bored. A few feet away from him is the tall man with purple eyes, who is smiling creepily and looking around the room with interest.
In another corner are the two guys who look like twins. The one with lighter hair is curled up on the ground sobbing, and the one with darker hair is yelling at him in what I think is Italian.
I sigh gently, somewhat glad to finally see someone reacting the way they should be. I'm about to sit down in a chair when Alfred waves me over, grinning.
"Hey, Max! This is Kiku, and Kiku this is Max. I was just telling him what you told me about this place," Alfred says.
"Pleasure to meet you," Kiku says quietly. I nod back in response.
Alfred waves to everyone else, motioning for them to come over as well. They walk over and introduce themselves to me.
"I am the awesome Gilbert!" the man with red eyes says, grinning.
"I am Ivan, da?" the guy with purple eyes tells me, smiling in a creepy-childish way.
"I'm Lovino and this is my idiot fratello Feliciano," the darker-haired twin says grumpily.
"But you can call me Feli!" Feliciano exclaims, looking strangely happy for someone who was just sobbing moment earlier.
"I'm Maximum Ride, but you can call me Max," I reply.
There's a short silence, then I decide to ask something that's been bothering me ever since the attack in New York. "How do you guys know how to fight so well?"
"We've had a lot of practice," Alfred says with a shrug.
"What, are you guys in the mafia or something?" I ask incredulously. There has to be some anomalous reason why they're such good fighters – almost as good as me. It's not normal. Then again, neither are they, if they've been kept alive.
Feliciano and Lovino exchange sidelong glances, and Lovino coughs delicately into his hand. Feli drums his feet against the ground, looking nervous.
My mouth drops open. "You're not in the mafia or anything…right?!" I repeat slowly.
"Of course not! They're just kidding," Gilbert says quickly, not-so-subtly elbowing Lovino in the side.
"How are you so good at fighting?" Alfred challenges, raising an eyebrow.
"I've had a lot of practice," I mimic dryly.
"Hey, what're they gonna do to us here anyways?" Gilbert asks, leaning back against the wall.
I sigh. "Experiment. It usually has to do with whatever skill you have…like for instance, I have a really good sense of direction. They could put me in a maze of something," I say with a shrug. Catching Feli's worried look, I quickly hurry on to explain, "But they'll probably just ask you questions. They want to know more about you…they don't seem to know a lot about you. What do they want from you, anyways?" I ask curiously. I never did find out what's different about them.
"There's a lot of things they could want from us," Alfred answers cryptically. The others nod in agreement.
"We work with the government, da?" Ivan explains.
I nod. "So you're saying that you're like, important government officials?" I guess.
"You could say that," Kiku replies quietly.
I frown. Usually the School is only interested in people who have some sort of genetic mutation…there must be something else they want out of these people other than information.
Although, judging from what I saw earlier, Alfred does have some sort of super strength. I don't know about the others, though.
Just then, the door bangs open and four or five whitecoats march in, led by a guy with a red patch on his lab coat. I recognize this as a sign that he's important around here. After them, a bunch of guards with helmets covering their faces come in, holding onto giant Taser-looking things and pointing them at us threateningly.
"You! Line up. We have some questions to ask you," the lead guy barks, pointing at us.
I yawn, getting up leisurely and leaning against the wall.
"I am Dr. Sanderas, and you will do what I say!" the same guy yells, looking angry at nothing.
I raise an eyebrow. "Since when do I ever listen to anyone around here?" I wonder to myself.
"No talking!" the doctor instructs loudly. "If you disobey, you will be punished," he says in what I think is supposed to be a threatening tone. It sounds more like he's being forced to eat something gross.
"SIR YES SIR!" I shout obnoxiously, doing a mocking salute.
"Hey, can we get some food?" Alfred asks, poking Dr. Sanderas in the arm.
"THIS PLACE IS BORING DAMMIT!" Lovino yells at nobody in particular.
The lovely doctor turns red, then a very attractive shade of blue. Next to me, Gilbert laughs and leans against the wall.
"ENOUGH! Be quiet and listen carefully. I'm going to ask you a few questions, and they're going to write the answers down," he says, sounding like he's going to explode. He gestures choppily to the other whitecoats at the last part.
"How fast can you heal?" he asks us all, narrowing his muddy brown eyes.
"Well, one time I got this paper cut, and it took a full two hours to heal," I say with wide, sincere eyes.
The doctor looks at me skeptically. "Are you telling the truth?"
"Shouldn't you be able to tell? You are a doctor…right?" When he doesn't answer immediately, I gasp overdramatically and point an accusing finger at him. "Guards! He's a fraud! Arrest him!" I yell in a panic.
Then, something pointy jams into my back, and before I can react, a guard electrocutes me. I gasp and go stiff, letting out a bloodcurdling scream as burning pain rips through my body.
It's gone fairly quickly, but I'm still reduced to a shuddering heap on the ground.
"Hey! Don't do that!" I hear Alfred yell. I open my eyes and see him standing in front of me, fists balled, looking angry.
The guard doesn't say a word, he simply rams Alfred with the Taser thing and shocks him.
Unlike me, however, Alfred hardly reacts at all. He goes stiff for a moment before relaxing again. Then he glares at the guard and punches him in the face.
The rest of the guards yell and push Alfred away from the guard he assaulted, who's laying on the ground in a dead faint.
"Very fascinating," the doctor says, one eye twitching. I half expect him to start foaming at the mouth.
His mad scientist assistants are frantically scribbling stuff down, their gazes darting up to Alfred and then to me every few seconds.
There's a strong grip on my arms, and Alfred hauls me up and sets me down in a chair. I give him an appreciative nod and try to regain a regular breathing pattern.
"Now, let me ask you again. How fast can you heal?" Dr. Sanderas says in a low, barely restrained voice.
I glare at him, choosing to ignore the sparking prods positioned dangerously close to my head. "Faster than you," I choose to say, baiting him.
His eye twitches again, but he must decide it's not worth it, so he turns to the person next to me, Gilbert. "What about you? How fast do you heal?" he says in a creepy mad scientist tone. I would roll my eyes at the clichédness of it all, but I'm too drained.
"Depends on how hard you hit me," Gilbert says snarkily. Then he flips Dr. Sanderas off and goes back to leaning on the wall.
The poor doctor looks like he's about to pop a blood vessel. That would be funny.
He turns to Romano. "And you?"
Romano glares at him. "Shut up, you bastard! Don't make me throw something at you!"
Luckily, no fights are started. The doctor moves on, an insane look in his eyes. I would love to be able to say that I helped drive a "doctor" crazy.
"Hm, how fast do you heal?" Dr. Sanderas says snappily to Feli.
"Ve! I don't know! Please don't hurt me!" Feli begs, cowering against the wall.
Dr. Sanderas rolls his eyes and glares at Ivan. "Give me a good answer or you will get hurt!" he shouts.
Ivan gets a creepy aura around him that makes us all shrink away from him. "I am thinking that you are not wanting to threaten me, da?" he says pleasantly. The doctor wisely moves on.
He simply jabs his finger at Kiku, because at this point he's too mad to form coherent speech. Although it would be funny to see him try.
Kiku simply stares at him, a thoughtful look in his eyes. The doctor gets impatient and moves on to Alfred. Once again, he simply points, still looking like he'll explode if he tries to formulate words.
"I'm not telling," Alfred says grumpily, pointedly looking away.
Finally, the doctor does explode. "YOU INCOMPETENT IDIOTS! I WILL BE BACK TOMORROW, AND IF YOU DO NOT HAVE SOME STRAIGHT ANSWERS FOR ME…I'll use other means of convincing you to obey," he screams. Then, he stomps out of the room like a 2 year old who just threw a tantrum, which is a scarily accurate description of what just happened.
"Well. I don't like him much," I say brightly, my brain still buzzing from the shock.
"I think the feeling is mutual," Gilbert snorts.
The door bangs open again before anyone can get another word out, and some whitecoats roll in a bunch of stretcher-cot things and line them up, making the already tiny room seems even smaller. I guess this means we'll be sleeping in here.
I don't protest as the lights are shut off from the outside and the door is locked. I simply collapse in one of the beds and fall asleep almost instantly.
So there we have it. The start of chaos! *Claps politely*
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