An: I really hope you all enjoyed the last chapter. I also hope that you didn't get too attached to three year-old Ari, because I'm about to speed things up a bit.

Ari's POV

In the time that I've been here Sal has taught me how to fight, how not to get ripped to shreds by Erasers, and how to survive. It's only a matter of time before he gets us out of this place.

Three years later...

Ari's POV

"This was a stupid idea!" I yelled to Sal, turning to see the three angry Erasers. Their dark brown hair was mangy, and wild, and their eyes were bloodshot and ready to take some lives.

"It was your idea, Ari!" Sal called back.

We were running, literally for our lives in the wide hallway. An hour before I had an idea to get food and also to investigate some escape routes. Instead we're in this situation.

Sal used sign language to tell me to split up. He learned sign language from his older brother. Sal said that he and his brother used sign language when they played spies.

I ran down another hallway and hid in an unmarked room. I turned around to see what looked like a nursery. Though there were cribs, changing stations, and sinks for bathing, it wasn't the kind of nursery any parent would want to put their baby in.

The cribs had cages over them, as if the babies would try to escape. The walls were blank, plain white, no colorful decoration. Operating tools lye on the counters, needles filled with different colorful liquids. I looked in one of the cribs. The first one I looked in I saw a baby boy. He seemed to be only a few weeks old. He had super short red curls and small green eyes. His pale arms reached out to me. He had long slender fingers, strange for a baby.

"Hm, I'm gonna call you Rascal." I suggested. The infant grinned.

I looked to the crib besides that one. Inside was a girl who looked exactly like Rascal.

"You two must be twins huh? Well then I'll call you Rosie, because you have pink cheeks." Rosie giggled.

I looked at the both of them again and noticed something different; they had monkey tails covered in black fur. On a small table between them there was a clipboard. In big letters it said White Faced Spider Monkeys.

On the other side of the room their was a play pin, though it was more like a chain link fence and a big door and on the floor lye a black play mat. Inside of the fence there were two other babies, only older. Their was a one year old boy and a two year old girl. The girl had faintly pink skin, and shoulder-length black hair with pink streaks. Her eyes were as blue at the ocean.

The boy had light brown hair that was in a nappy little fro, brown eyes and dark skin. On his back were two small leather looking wings, like bat wings, and he had two tiny fangs in his mouth. There was another clipboard attached to the playpen/fence, on it, in very messy handwriting, had the words;

Fruit Bat

Chinese White Dolphin

"Your name can be Jade," I said to the girl, "and I'll call you, Luke. How does that sound?" The toddlers giggled.

There was a noise from outside of the door. I frantically searched for a hiding place.My eyes grew wide at the voices got closer. Running for the cabinets under the sink I managed to easily squeeze in and hid behind two large packages for diapers. I heard the door open and held my breath. Sweat dripped down my forehead and my heart was drumming against my chest fast. I was tense all over, but I had a good reason for it. Anything could happen to you here at The School. Everything could happen to you.

There were muffled voices in the room, though all I could make out were that they belonged to two men.

I gotta get out of here. I thought to myself. I heard the door open and close again. Slowly opening the cabinet door, I peek out only to see one white Coat looking intently at Jade. He was mumbling to himself I was only able to make out one thing.

"You are very special. One day your power will be used for something greater."

If he lays one hand one her...! I thought with anger.

The White Coat jumped up as his cell phone started to ring. He walked out of the room without a looking back.

I crawled out of the cabinet and almost ran to the door, but before leaving I took a second glance at the babies, and toddlers.

"Don't worry, I'm coming back." I promised them.

Max's POV

It's been three years since Jeb got us out of the School. Two years since we've learned to fly. And one year since Jeb disappeared. As I lye in my bed restlessly, tossing and turning, my sea-green painted bedroom door slowly opened. Within an instant I was standing up in a fighting stance. My fists balled, right fist in front of left, right foot in front of left. A dark figure creped into my room and I launch myself at it.

"Ah!" The figure cried out.

My shin was on the intruder's chest, and my hands clamped down on his arms, pinning down the trespasser. I got a good look at him and saw that it was Fang.

"My bad." I apologized weakly and got off of him.

He looked at me. Reading my face he knew why I was up so late, 'er, early. It was already 2:27 am.

"Ari?" Fang asked, though it was more of a statement.

I nodded.

"It's not your fault." He said for the billionth time.

I can still see Ari's face in my head. That day is still stained in my memory.

"Daddy help!" I heard Ari's baby like voice cry out.

I turned to him and stopped, offering my hand out to him. As I did this a ray of hope shined through his eye's. His hand was only two inched away before Jeb wrenched me away from Ari as if he were a disease.

"Max we can't stop." Jeb spoke softly, pulling us along.

Ari's face was a mixture of despair, hurt, emptiness and anger. A three year old boy tore away from his father. His only family. Left to die in a place easily confused for the home of Satan.

"I could have saved him Fang! Ari is probably dead by now and it's my fault!" I almost shouted.

"Shut up, Max! It's Jeb's fault. He's the one who left his son and wouldn't left you help. If Jeb is alive then I hope it eats him from the inside out for what he did." Fang was right. I know that he is.

I didn't have to say that he was right, we had a way of knowing what each other was thinking, that came with being best friends all our life.

Fang left my room, saying a silent good night.

Sleeping still wasn't easy, but easier than before. It's been three years since I'd been forced to leave Ari behind. Two minutes since my guilt has been almost completely removed. One second since I'd vowed to save him.

Ari's POV

When I found my way back to the room where me and Sal were kept, Sal looked like he was about to kill me. He wore a glare like it was in style.

"What?" I asked him innocently. I knew he was furious and scared for me, but I do know how to take care of myself.

"Where were you?" He almost shouted.

"Nursery. Hey Sal, before we leave this place, we have to save them. There are four in there; two twins, a girl and boy, there only a few weeks old,a one year-old boy, and a two year old girl." I explained.

"We can't, Ari. It's too dangerous." Sal said sitting down on the cold concrete floor. Ever since we've found out how to unlock our cages we only get in them if I hear someone coming or if we're sleeping.

"They need us! We aren't just gonna leave them!" I protested.

"How do you think we are supposed to take care of them, huh? I'm not a grown up I don't know how to take care of babies. And what about food? We have no game plan when we bust out of here. There is no way to know whether or not we'll be able to eat everyday or even where we'll be sleeping night after night. We can't feed them, we can't keep them safe, we wont even have a home to put them in, Ari! So no." He wasn't trying to hurt me inside, but he did make a point.

"I promised them. I promised that I would come back. I'm not leaving them here." My point was better than his though.

That night, when everyone was asleep I snuck out of my cage and into the hallway. I had a photographic memory of everything I've ever seen in this place, I knew where I was going and what I was going for. I was only twenty feet away from the room where Sal, me, and other experiments, were kept when I heard a faint scream. It was the scream of a little girl who was terrified for her life.

My first instinct was to help. I followed where the voice came from, using speed and extra sensitive hearing. Surprisingly there were no Erasers in the halls...so far. I smelled something, or someone, coming. Not a White Coat, nor a rancid smelling Eraser. It smelled more like a...

Before I could lock on to the sent I was knocked into a person and fell back a few inches. I stood up, rubbing my head, only to see a girl, no taller than myself, standing up. She had ultra curly hazel hair that flowed down perfectly to the mid of her back, electrical lime green eyes, light olive skin and light pink cheeks.

"Come on!" The girl said, taking my hand and running into an unknown room.

It was dark. This girl was smart to not turn on the light. We heard footsteps running past the door, the unknown girl reached out for my hand and, somehow, found a small cabinet in the darkness.

"Who a-" I began, but was cut off.

"Shh!"

I heard the door open slowly. Everything was so quite that each little movement that probably made no sound, sounded louder than an explosion. Footstep on the outside of the cabinet were getting closer. I could feel sweat drip down my back, icy chills went up and down my back like a roller coaster.

"They're gone." The mystery girl said. Her voice was like little Christmas bells.

"Who are you?" I asked her, though somehow it was almost as if I knew her already.

"I'm not telling you who I am until I know who you are." She cleverly said pointing her small finger at me.

"Ari, now who are you ?" Why did I tell her who I was first. I asked her first.

"Reena." I've heard t hat name before.

"Hmm. Where you trying to escape too?" I asked Reena.

"I'm not trying. I am, but first I have to find some old friends." Reena explained.

"Same here, I know an exit. Well actually I know five exits, but the one I' going for is the best one. I have to tell my older brother Sal though. He's asleep, I snuck out to get my friends, but once I get them Sal's gonna help me find my dad, and I'm gonna help him find his brother, and the rest of his family." I went on. It was dark in the room so I couldn't see Reena's face.

"Can I come with you?" She asked. The decision wasn't hard.

"Yeah, but we gotta get my friends first." I could tell she was smiling.

We crawled out of the cabinet and flipped on the light. I looked around and realized that we were in the nursery. I searched around for a stroller. I found two. Both were twin strollers. One was green, for older babies, and the other was red and for younger babies.

"Hey Reena I got Rascal and Rosie over here, can you put Jade and Luke in that green stroller for me?" I asked her.

"How did you know their names?" Reena answered my question with another question.

"What are you talking about? I found them earlier today and named them." I explain, strapping Rosie in the stroller.

"No you didn't I did. I found them last week." She argued strapping in Luke.

"Oh, but how did we end up with the same names?" I asked her, strapping in Rascal. He grinned at me.

"I don't know. But I do know that it's time to go." Reena said.

"Alright, but I have you get someone." I gave her directions to the exit. "Don't wait for me, just get out and hide. There's a school a few blocks away find it and hide there." I told her. For the first time, I noticed that she had wings, like mine, but the were pure white.

"Fine," Reena agreed.

I went out first to make sure it was safe. Silently I crept through the Halls of Hell and made back to the place I've been forced to life for the last three years of my life.

"Sal, wake up!" I whispered. I had opened up his cage and started poking him.

"What the heck, Ari?" His voice was groggy and annoyed.

"C'mon bro, we're getting out of here." Within an instant he was up and alert.

"Alright, lets go." We knew what exit we were going for and how not to get caught. I just hope Reena knew how not to get caught too, and was doing alright.

We we're halfway to the exit when we heard something with heavy feet running behind us. I turned around and saw them. Erasers. They were getting faster. One was one four feet behind us.

"Ahh!" Sal called out in pain. The Eraser had swiped at his leg with it's enormous, razor sharp claws.

Blood began to drip to the floor but Sal kept on running. I couldn't tell how things were going for Reena but I only hope that she and the others are ok. I knew that we'd be able to handle ourselves, but anything could happen.

An: I thank my Father God in Heaven for helping me finish this. And for everything He has helped me with in these last few weeks. I pray that God would just be with any of you who are in need of Him. God has an unconditional love for us all, and with Him you are never alone.