It's just a brush of the lips really but it's enough to have heat flooding through me. I linger for a second revelling in the wonderful warmth zinging through my body before I pull away only to find Fang's captivating eyes boring into me but that's not the first thing I notice, it's his glow. I'd never seen it so bright – excluding the electrocution that had happened earlier – and I blinked at him in shock. This is not going to end well. It floats through my mind and I know it's true.
"This really needs to stop happening." I mumble, hoping to break the nice little bubble we were encased in but Fang just gives me a tiny smile which makes my mind turn to mush
"I don't mind." He murmurs his finger ghosting across my no doubt bright red cheeks.
I abruptly stand up and clear my throat. Oh god, I need to get out of here. The white walls of the cell seem to be closing in around me and it feels like I'm running out of air.
Fang could probably sense my shirt in mood and sat up, cocking his head to the side in confusion. "Max?" He asks carefully watching me for a moment.
I don't say anything but lift my fist to bang on the door so I could get out and try and organise my thoughts only my fist connects with something warm instead.
I frown. I hadn't even noticed that Fang had moved in front of me. Yep, definitely need to get out.
"Hey," He whispers taking the hand that was still on his chest into both of his, uncurling it from its fist as he did so, "Look at me." he urges.
I don't. Instead I look everywhere but at him. Well, I do until his hand cups my jaw and forces my face up. I give in with a sigh and chew on my lip.
His eyes lock with mine and they're so intense it's like he can see straight through me and I'm completely lost, all rational thought flying out the window.
"Don't be scared." He breathes.
I'm guessing he could feel the build up of fear because of what all this meant. "I…" Is my brilliant response. I couldn't think straight, the only thing going through my mind right then was a litany of this can't be happening, oh god I'm screwed! And of course Why me? There was a loud commotion outside and a second later I heard the locks slide out of place and I just about jumped across the room to put some space between Fang and I. that would complete my day; get caught pressed up against the subject. You try explaining that to a bunch of 'narrow-minded fools' as Fang had so nicely put it a few days ago.
Fang lay down on the bed and proceeded to play dead while I straightened myself up and smoothed out my coat, just slipping on my poker face when the door opened. Much to my surprise it wasn't Dr Garand or Andrews or even Sergeant Dixon who stood in the doorway. It was Sam looking extremely uncomfortable. "You're needed in the boardroom, Dr Ride." He announces no doubt waiting for me to yell at him for interrupting whatever I was doing but I nodded glad to have the excuse to leave the room without Fang being able to stop me.
"Of course, thank you Sam." Then I all but run out of the room. Sam takes me to the boardroom where all the scientists and Sergeant Dixon are seated around a massive oval table in the centre of the conference room. Two soldiers are flanking Sergeant Dixon looking all smug with their guns in hand and all. Trigger-happy morons.
I stand at the head of the table instead of taking the seat offered to me by another soldier and wait for someone to start explaining.
Dr Garand takes the silence as his cue and stands up, "We're sorry to pull you from your study Dr Ride but we have been informed of a new associate who will be joining us later today: Dr Monique Angelo." He says formally but I can tell he's just as confused as I am.
I stay silent for a moment to collect my thoughts. A new scientist. Why would they be sending a new scientist? I don't like it at all but I don't bother questioning it, there's no point because I can't change the fact that she'll be here in the next few hours.
So instead I give a sharp nod, "Make sure a room is set up and everything is changed accordingly. I want to know when she arrives." I pause for a moment then add, "No one is to go near the subject for the rest of the day, after your little stunt earlier I want to make sure he recuperates properly before you do anything else." Everyone is excused and that's my cue to go lock myself in my room until I have to come out.
xXx
I had a bad feeling about this. I'm currently making my way to the observation room where I'm told Dr Angelo is waiting for me. I don't know what it is but something just doesn't sit well with me. Maybe it was because of what happened with Fang earlier or maybe it's the nerves that someone has been sent in to make sure we're doing our jobs and by that I mean me. When I open the door I scowl at the sight. It's definitely not what I was expecting. She's probably around my age maybe a year younger with flushed mocha skin and bright brown eyes. her hair is beyond curly but she's pulled it back into a somewhat pony, she's babbling away to Dr Andrews who looks extremely irritated and I'll give her kudos for ticking him off for me. I approach and she whips around with a massive grin. "Dr Ride! Oh wow, it's an honour I've hear so much about you. I have to say you've done an amazing job with the subject." She gestures to Fang who's now sitting up on the bed, stretching out his wings in all their breathtaking glory.
"Hello, Dr Angelo." I greet formerly distancing myself a little from the extremely bubbly woman.
She pouts but doesn't say anything instead she turns her attention back to the cell. "Have you tested his flight skills yet? I would love to see that." she asks pointedly and Dr Andrews sneers in my direction. "No, I'm afraid we haven't yet had the chance."
I try not to glare at him as I speak, "His health hasn't been the best over the last few days, Dr Angelo. We've been observing him instead." I tell her though I know it sounds pathetic and I'll probably have to give in and let them test a few things or I'd be sacked for sure. Even the thought of giving Fang over to Dr Andrews to experiment on was enough to make bile rise in the back of my throat.
She claps her hands excitedly, "Well then, could we arrange something for this afternoon possibly?" she smiles at me innocently but I get the feeling I don't have a choice.
xXx
Two hours later we're in the massive arena four floors down in the view box a couple of hundred metres up from where Fang's currently bolted to the floor by the ankles. No one had commented on his unusually bright glow yet but I know it's only a matter of time. Dr Angelo is watching wide-eyed as Fang stretches out his wings and gives a strong beat, enough to stir up dust around the whole arena.
Admittedly I'm a little excited too, I haven't seen him fly yet but if it's anything like everything else he does it's going to be amazing.
My breath catches in my throat when he takes a running start and launches himself into the air, massive black wings carrying his weight easily. There are whispers from all around me from the other Drs and even a few surprised soldiers and I don't blame them. I was right; I've never seen something so graceful.
Fang circles the arena a few times below us before shooting up and coming to a halt in front of the six inch thick bullet proof glass separating us from him. He hovers for a moment, his eyes wondering over everyone in the view box including Dr Angelo before landing on me and settling there longer than necessary. I lift my eyes to his for a second and they're so intense I'm lost. Thankfully though Dr Angelo puts her hand on my shoulder and breaks me from my little trance.
Fang dives down, his wings pulled in close and I think he's gone mad and really is trying to kill himself.
Someone cries out when his wings – thankfully – snap out a few inches off the ground stopping him from ploughing headfirst into the dirt.
xXx
I wasn't sure if I should be frustrated or grateful that Dr Angelo had yet to leave my side all week. I hadn't been left in a room with Fang alone since the day she arrived. Of course her unwanted presence meant that I had to consent to quite a few tests but I was careful to make sure that none of them were very painful. We focused on his wings for most of the time and everyone seemed pretty happy about that. Not even Dr Andrews complained about it as long as I let him take more blood. Dr Angelo is… strange to say the least. There's something not right about her but I can't put my finger on it.
I'd also spent every second of the day fighting an internal battle which I had still yet to win.
I sat on my bed late that night, fingering the locket which had still not opened trying to make up my mind if I should go and talk to Fang about…everything or not. I stayed there for a few more minutes running my thumb over the patterns on the locket before I finally made up my mind and got up. I checked my watch and scrunched up my nose. Two in the morning. Damn him for making me so restless. I ran a hand through my hair wincing when my fingers caught a nasty knot. Probably best if I brush my hair first. I think forcing a brush through my wild brown hair matted from my constant tossing and turning. Once I'm presentable I leave the comfort of my room and pad down the creepy hallway which looks even worse without the occasional soldier by a door or walking in the opposite direction. I make it safely to the cell but as I turn the corner I stop in my tracks. The guards are out cold, sprawled across the floor with their guns kicked away from their hands. Oh my god. My heart picked up its pace and I quickly open the door to Fang's cell scared out of my mind that something had happened to him. What I found confused and freaked me out even more.
OOOO! What did Max find! Review and you'll find out (hint hint, nudge nudge) ;-)
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