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Iggy blinked as a man walked in. It was definitely a man, his footsteps said as much. Iggy drew a wing over his head, both to stop the uncontrollable shivering and to keep the man from seeing his pain. God, he hadn't felt this bad in years. The pain was so intense he wished he would pass out, just to make it stop. He wished he would die.
The cage door opened. Because the space was so confined Iggy fell out, landing on his shoulder. He glared up at the man, though another wave of nausea washed through his body. "A little bit of a warning would have been nice."
The man said nothing. Nobody had said anything directly to him since Ari, and he had no idea how long ago that had been. It could have been an hour, or a week. There was no way to measure the passing of time.
The man started walking away, and Iggy followed him, working to keep up. All his body wanted to do was stop, slow down. Instead, Iggy kept up, trying to keep the pain off his face. He wouldn't give the whitecoats the satisfaction of knowing they had gotten to him.
They reached a door. The man prodded Iggy into the room. From what Iggy could tell, it was large, about two stories tall. There were walls in the middle that didn't reach the ceiling.
With a sudden realization, Iggy knew where he was. Angel had described it to them after they had rescued her from the School the last time. It was a maze, and Iggy would have to navigate it. Angel had the advantage of reading minds, knowing the maze before she got in it. Iggy had no such luck.
Another man grabbed Iggy's hand, leading his roughly to the entrance of the maze. Iggy was tired and sick, but he knew that not running this maze well would mean death. Death was bad.
A buzzer sounded and Iggy took off into the maze, one arm stretched in front and the other on his left, skimming the wall, looking for openings. He took the first turn available, ran past two more turns before moving to his right. A moment of indecision caused the floor to burn beneath his bare feet.
Another turn, a dead end. Iggy went back, retraced his steps. He hoped that there were no Erasers in this maze.
A right. Another right. A left. A dead end. It went on like that for what seemed like forever before Iggy finally stumbled out of the maze and collapsed. He heard mutterings all around him.
"Extraordinary...only four and a half minutes...you sure he's blind?...get it set up again..."
Iggy wasn't paying attention. He mindlessly rubbed his burnt feet, not making any move to get up again. A person came near to him, offering water which Iggy sucked down gratefully. He hadn't had anything to eat or drink since he'd been brought to the School.
Iggy wasn't ever going to get up again. If it had been up to him he would have sat on that dirty floor until he died, but the whitecoats did come for him and position him at the front of the maze, and the whole thing happened all over again.
As the buzzer sounded this time, Iggy let his mind drift to the Flock. They would be here soon, he knew it. They wouldn't leave him. Right?
His mind was on autopilot now. He no longer felt his feet. His entire body was numb. Iggy's last thought was, I hope Fang gets here soon.
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