Yo! Nobody and I mean like NOBODY reads this… So I'm going to end it soon-ish.

Kindlover123 (aka Squid) you asked a question so I will answer. Answer: Obviously you will find out.

Disclaimer:

A Graceful Loyal Universal Celtic Foreigner reads a book called Maximum Ride and she sees that JAMES PATTERSON OWNS IT and the ideas and concept.

"Look at your friend. It's dead now. And you'll be quick to join it if there's any bedlam caused by you!" Nader spat at Kenan.

I sneaked a peek with one eye, knowing Nader would be facing Kenan. It's always the same.

I couldn't believe it! A tear, an actual tear was rolling down Kenan's pale cheek. At least, I think it was pale; it was hard to tell anymore.

I had no idea Kenan was such a good actor. And believe me, we knew almost everything about each other. We were all either of us had for ten years. And ten years is a long time when it's spent in a dog crate.

I snapped my eyes shut again and resumed the same expression.

I hoped Kenan remembered his cue. Nader said it every time, so he'd better not fail us this time. Ha. I made it sound like Nader was actually helping us.

"Guess what!" Nader instructed Kenan.

Dead silence. We never responded to him; he taught us we would be hurt if we ever did when we were younger.

"There's been a change of plans! You're going to perform the autopsy."

Oh, crap.

Our plan was so well thought out, and I mean really well thought out. I had thought of everything! Except for this.

I hoped Kenan could use his newfound acting skills and improvise.

"I know what you're thinking, actually you're probably not smart enough to think it," Nader said conceitedly. "Why would I give an experiment knives and tools for surgery?"

Oh yes, that is just what I was thinking. This may turn out to be perfect.

"But you won't consider trying something, because I have him," Nader explained. I heard the door open and someone walk in. "He will have a gun pointed at you the whole time."

Great.

"Now, you have seen enough autopsies. I imagine you know how to do the Y incision correctly enough."

I heard the clack of a tool and heard someone approach me. I was pretty sure it was Kenan.

"There's someone else I'd like to make the Y incision on," Kenan mumbled.

Yep, it was Kenan.

"Excuse me?" Nader said, he was shocked.

"YOU HEARD ME!" Kenan shouted. "YOU FRICKIN' HEARD ME!"

Oh boy.

I heard scrambling.

"Let me go or I'll you'll join your friend for sure"! Hahahaha this was Nader talking. Alright Kenan!

"We'll see who joins her," Kenan snickered.

Heeeeeey, I'm not really dead, I thought. And if I was, Nader would be the last person I would want to join me.

"Shoot him! What are you doing, shoot him!" Nader screamed.

"I can't get a clear shot, sir. I would need to shoot you," a deep, male voice said.

So, if he was trying to get a clear shot… He would be aiming at them, concentrating.

It was my turn to step in.

I slid open one eye, making no sudden movements.

Sure enough, the dark skinned man with the gun was not looking at me. Instead he was holding his gun pointed at Kenan and Nader, just as I had suspected.

Kenan was holding Nader around the neck, keeping him in front of him. He held the surgical knife to his throat.

Silent and swift as a ninja, I slithered off the metal table and onto the floor, keeping low, I stalked to the man.

Coming up next to him without him noticing a thing, I whispered, "Hey there," in his ear ever so softly.

He startled, turning his head towards me but not the gun.

Taking advantage of this, I knocked the gun out of his hand and it clattered to the floor.

"You're… You're dead! Your heart wasn't beating!" The man whispered.

"Yeah, yeah I've heard it before," I replied smoothly.

He shook his head as if he were imagining this and doing so would make me die again.

I chuckled. I'm alive and tickin', buddy."

He made a quick move for his gun and I grabbed his arm, twisting it. He winced. Wow, maybe Kenan and I are just natural born fighters.

But, I could be better. After I got out of here I was going to train to fight better. Honestly, I think I just most likely caught him off guard, as Kenan had with Nader.

I grabbed the gun and pointed it at the man.

"It's your lucky day. I don't kill unless I have to," I informed him, and a look of relief crossed his face.

"But, you were trying to get a shot at my best friend. And I don't like it when someone messes with my friend."

His eyes widened as I stepped closer, the gun still pointed at him.

"Please, I'll do anything," he pleaded, obviously terrified. He edged backwards as far as he could, ending up pressed against a cabinet. I stepped closer until the gun was an inch from his nose. He was going almost cross-eyed staring at it.

"Lyra, would you pick up the pace?" Kenan asked from across the room.

I ignored him.

"Like I said, I don't kill." I moved the gun to the side and knocked him in the head. He slumped to the ground, unconscious.

I smirked satisfactorily and made my way over to Kenan and Dr. Wimp.

"What should we do?" Kenan asked.

"You should let me go, or else. You'll never get out of here," Nader persuaded us.

"Oh shut up," I responded. "Let him go," I told Kenan.

"But Lyra—"

"I have a gun!" I exclaimed.

Kenan sighed. "Alright."

Slowly he let go of Nader but remained close just in case. I think he thought I didn't see him put the knife in it's case and stash it in his pocket, but I did.

"Any sudden moves and I'll blow your brains out," I told Nader.

Nader stood there, facing me helplessly. His eyes looked angry and possibly scared behind his old man glasses.

"First of all, I'm a her. Kenan is a he. We are not its. If someone were to be called an it, I think it would be you. And that's right, we have names. I'm Lyra. Try using it sometime instead of subject eighty-seven." I informed him, keeping the gun raised and pointed at him.

I looked to Kenan, and he shared his piece.

"My name is Kenan. I'm fully Irish if I remember correctly, and I had an older sister. Not that you care, but this just shows you that I had a life before. A good life. And you robbed me of it. I'm a human being, I have feelings, and towards you I feel nothing but hatred," Kenan spoke angrily.

Nader stood there looking at us curiously, taken aback.

I glanced at Kenan, and in that moment, Nader reached into his pocket and did something before I could react. Kind of like I did to the gun man.

Alarms blared throughout the building.

"Oh crap, Keen we gotta jet," I said.

I threw the gun like a frisbee at Nader's head while he snickered, and his snicker turned into an expression of pain and shock as he fell to the floor, knocked out.

"Who's laughing now?" I asked.

I went to get the gun but Kenan grabbed my arm and said, "Lyra I don't want us to have that."

I raised my eyebrows at him, thinking about the knife, but muttered, "Fine."

"Now, how do we get out?" Kenan asked in a panicked fashion.

"Calm down Keen. Remember the plan?" I asked.

"Well nothing's gone according to plan just yet, and I don't think we can get out now that they will be here in like ten seconds!" Kenan said, freaking out.

I surveyed the room quickly. The alarms were still blaring. We didn't have much time. There was the door leading to the rest of the building, which was a no go, a closet, and there was no way I was hiding in there.

I looked to the ceiling. Above the counter was an air conditioning vent. Bingo. We could crawl through the ducts!

The vent was hinged. I unlatched it and it swung down. Thinking fast, I grabbed a roll of duct tape and put it around my wrist.

"Kenan you're stronger. You go first, I'll boost you up, and then you can help pull me in," I instructed him."

"Alright let's hurry it up," Kenan replied.

Kenan scrambled to get into the duct and I shoved his legs, standing on a chair.

I shoved the chair away so it wouldn't be obvious we used it to get there, and began to climb in myself. I got the first half of myself up and Kenan hoisted to rest of me up.

I turned and pulled the vent shut just as I heard the door open and held onto it by digging my fingernails into the vents. I let go with the hand that I had the tape around and held it out to Kenan.

He took it, ripped off a few pieces, and taped the vent shut, reaching over me. We taped it several times just to be sure it wouldn't fall open, cluing them in that we left through them.

The duct was about three feet wide and three feet tall.

Kenan turned and smiled at me.

I shook my head. It wasn't over yet.

Will they escape? I'll add the next chapter faster if you review!

Haha, I just realized they used duct tape in a duct, I was thinking about masking tape, but settled on duct tape coincidentally.