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IPOV

All I heard was an annoying click-tap sound. Because when she'd mysteriously introduced me to the mysterious mystery-like mystery other bird-girl-mystery (mystery no longer sounds like a word) she neglected to mention the fact that I was blind.

Another item on the List of Things Iggy Hates-

1) Mute people who write/type stuff instead of speaking

2) No one bothering to read it out loud

Likely, most of the Flock couldn't keep up with the quick typing, anyway. We hadn't exactly had the best learning experience at "school."

The clicking stopped. "Wait," the bird-kid/stranger/other winged person outside the Flock whispered, so quietly that if the whole Flock wasn't already dead quiet, I would've been the only one with a chance of hearing it. "Which one of you is blind?"

How'd she know about that? I could feel all eyes drift to me.

"Hey," I complained, "What are you looking at me for?" Yeah, I couldn't see them staring, but I knew it, and it's good to keep them guessing. "Max's shirt is blue…well, it used to be. Angel has pinkish shoes on. Nudge's hoodie is red."

There was a moment of silence.

"So…You aren't blind?" she whispered, not really breaking the quiet at all.

"What would make you think that? I can't see a thing," I said in fake confusion. Gazzy snickered.

"How many fingers am I holding up?" she whispered suspiciously. Okay, so I'm pretty sure she really couldn't do anything but whisper. Did she still count as mute?

"Three? Really, I have no clue-"

"Iggy." Max's voice was just slightly more dangerous than usual. (So, killing-grizzly-bears-with-bear-hands dangerous.)

"How much cat DNA do you have?" Nudge asked. "Do you have any fur? Or like, a tail? Or maybe…" I moaned. The birdkid/stranger/other winged person tried to answer, but Nudge just kept talking. "How can you whisper but not like, talk out loud? Why don't you have a name?"

"What do you know about us?" Fang asked, getting right to the point. Long pause. A sigh.

"I've heard about you my whole life. Just little things…And there was a paragraph in the papers I found." I heard clicking, and assumed that No Name Girl (as compared to the steak brand? I could really use a steak…) was typing as she was whispering. "'Subject 18505 is the first successful avian/feline/human hybrid, modeled after both the feline/human cross group 162 and the six avian/human hybrids from the Southwestern facility, with approximately 6.101 percent felis concolor DNA, 4.832 percent accipiter cooperii DNA, and 89.153 homo sapiens DNA, and is currently the only subject in group 185." She whispered it like she'd memorized it. (And hey, I could call her 18505. See? A name.) What papers?

"'This group was intended to have all the characteristics of group 162, but with the lighter mass, wings, and other adaptations for flight as the models from the Southwestern facility. Necessary improvements include: increasing muscular strength and endurance, nocturnal vision (esp. switching round pupilary reflex to elliptical,) reducing unnecessary feathered area, lowering metabolic rate, additional vocal organs, Jacobson's organ to work in both semi-felid and human morphs, improving audial sensitivity in semi-felid morph…' The list keeps getting more and more technical, and it was three pages long. But there were other things I remember. Technicians kept comparing me to some other group, but all I knew was that they weren't at the Lab. They laughed whenever the other group failed, like it somehow made me better. They talked about how the other lab had failed an experiment and maimed one of the group's subjects. Then another said to be careful to keep my eyesight intact, otherwise they might get their funding cut, too, and they needed all they could get..."

18505 kept talking, but it sure as hell wasn't loud enough to interrupt my thoughts. Me:

WTF?!?! #%#$^$!!!!

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