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Max
We did more tests, more exercises, got more shocks to 'stimulate' us, but now we did it alone. Just us two, Fang and me, there was no third machine like there always had been. Fang and I didn't speak, but we knew that we might never see Iggy again. That night, as we whiled away the hours in our crates, trying to see how far out of the bars we could poke our fingers, there was a huge uproar, and we heard Jeb shouting and assistants running and all the sounds that accompany chaos. But we were strangely removed, crouching down in the dark room that served as our cell for the majority of the day. The door to the room opened a minute and someone threw a cage in roughly, more roughly than usual. The crate fell over and the lab tech spat in the direction he had thrown the crate. "Disgusting." He said, and stalked out swiftly.
Fang
I stuck my fingers through the bars of my crate and was able to reach the new crate that had just been dumped in the room. I pulled it forward and Max and I peered in wearily.
"Hello? Anyone in there? You don't need to be afraid. It's okay, we won't hurt you, it's okay." Max said sweetly in a baby voice that I wasn't used to hearing from the most difficult lab animal in a crate.
I smiled wondrously, and then stared with shock as our old Crate-mate, Iggy suddenly grasped the bars of the door in his crate with his long, bony, pale fingers and struggled to pull his head up and level with the opening. Max and I both gasped and Iggy whispered in a frightened voice,
"You guys, is it you guys? Max, Fang? Why can't I see anything? Is it that dark? You guys can't see either, can you? Oh it's so dark. Max? Fang? Are you there, it's so, so dark. So cold, everything feels more, but looks less. I just…Max, Fang?" We regained composure but I remained speechless. Max threw herself against the cage bars and grabbed Iggy's hands.
"Oh, Iggy." She started crying.
"What?" Iggy asked. He still didn't understand.
"Iggy," I said. "Iggy, I think they took away your sight. Iggy, I think you're…blind."
Iggy
Pain. Bright pin pricks of pain in my eyes, my temples. My whole body hurt, more than usual. I could feel the pain more. Like everything felt sharper, I was more aware of it. And it was scary. And then Fang said that word, he said 'Blind'
"But…you guys can't see either, can you?"
Max stifled the tears in her voice and said, "Iggy, we can. They didn't touch us. Their evil, their terrible," she was getting characteristically angry now, "they just, they just took you and now, oh I'll kill them all for doing this to you Iggy, for doing this to all of us. You just wait the next time a smelly white coat grabs my cage, Fang won't be the only one named after a dental appendage of a feral animal. I'll bite all their stupid fingers off. I'm so sorry Iggy." And she was crying again.