Striker tried to run after them, but was tackled by three Erasers. "Say goodbye to her mutt, 'cause you'll never see her again," an Eraser teased. Striker saw the tears streaming down Kitty's face as she faded into the distance. He wanted to hug her and never let her go. But he couldn't, no matter how much he struggled against the strong hands holding him down, he couldn't. The last thing he saw was a huge fist coming straight for his head.
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The air was cold, but Kitty didn't care. She was too busy missing Striker. She had whined for him for the first half hour, until an Eraser for sick of hearing it and took her out of her cage and beat her. After that she curled up in a corner of her cage and longed for him silently.
She hadn't stopped crying since she had been taken form Striker. Footsteps echoed in the corridor as a whitecoat approached her cage. As soon as she heard the sound she cowered, she really didn't want to be there.
He stood in front of her cage and smirked, "Welcome home, we missed you". Kitty let out a whimper. "Don't be afraid, it won't hurt… much," he giggled evilly and carelessly pulled her out of her cage.
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Striker awoke two hours later in a forest, leaning against a tree. Iggy was nest to a fire, poking it with a stick to hear it crackle. Angel was asleep with Total on her lap. Max noticed Striker was awake and sat next to him. "I'm sorry". Striker shook his head, "How could I let this happen. I was supposed to protect her. Now she's back at the School, who knows what they're doing to her". "It's not your fault. You did everything you could to stop them". "Well it obviously wasn't enough!" he shouted and flew off to a cave to be alone. Max didn't follow him, she understood that he needed to be himself.
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They sat Kitty in a white room at a table. A whitecoat placed a pen and paper on the table and sat opposite her. He wrote a long very complicated sum on a piece them pushed it towards her. She studied it for a moment then picked up the pen. She began to write the long complicated answer, not making one mistake. She never made a mistake, not accidentally, only to annoy people. But she never made a mistake with the whitecoats' experiments. If she did they knew it was intentional and shocked her. That was what the collar around her neck was for.
She finished the answer and placed the pen down. The whitecoat checked her answer with another on another page that had taken a Mathematician a month to figure out. He glanced at the glass and nodded at the whitecoat on the other side. He moved a plain piece of paper, "Draw". "What?" she asked innocently, but was answered with annoyance and anger. "Don't play dumb with me. Draw the future".
As she drew the future it reminded her of Striker. A tear slid down her cheek and landed on the paper, smudging the drawing. A slight zap with ran through her body. She looked dup at the whitecoat who was holding the discharge button for her collar. "Don't smudge it," he warned. She returned her gaze to the paper.
When she finished the whitecoat stood up, walked over beside her and looked down at the paper. His eyes filled with anger. "You'll regret this". He nodded again at the mirror and an Eraser entered. "Teach her a lesson". The Eraser glanced at the paper and smirked, "Cute". On the paper she had drawn the whitecoat dead on the floor, his body ripped to shreds. "What'd I do?" she cried s the whitecoat left. Kitty didn't understand what she had done wrong, she really had seen what she had drawn. The Eraser stepped closer and she jumped. "We're a bit twitchy, aren't we?"
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Striker felt like he had bee ripped in two. How could he had let this happen? Kitty was his responsibility and he failed to protect her. He punched the cave wall. Blood seeped through his skin on his knuckles, but he didn't care. He continued to punch the cave wall, blood dripping from his knuckles and pooling on the ground.
The physical pain made the emotional pain subside. Finally, out of energy, he collapsed on the ground. He sat there for what felt like hours, before he decided to return to the Flock.
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