Here's your next chapter.
Thanks to Bubbley-chan for the name of the character!
Enjoy~
Max POV
Her name was Villandi. Yeah. You must be thinking, "What the hell is that??" Good, that means we're on the same page.
When she told me, she'd had a smirk on her face, as if she'd been really amused by her name. That kind of turned on a suspicious alarm in my brain.
So now, what was I doing? Playing cards with Fang.
"Go fish!" I exclaimed.
Fang scowled at me, then picked a card off the deck.
"It's a 3," he smirked, then laid down a pair.
I glowered at him. He had 6 pairs now, while I only had 2.
"Umm…" I muttered, while examining my cards. I had 3 cards left: a 4, a 5, and a Jack. Fang had only 1 card left, and I had no clue what it was.
After a few moments' hesitation, I finally asked, "Do you have a 5?"
Fang pretended to examine his final card, holding it close to his right eye and squinting at it.
After about 10 seconds, I snapped. "What is it?"
"Go fish," he replied, giving me a 'too bad' kind of look.
I sighed, exasperated. I picked a card of the pile, and guess what it was?
… A 6. I hated my life.
"Go," I said, nodding my head at Fang.
"Do you have a Jack?" he asked, cocking an eyebrow up, as if daring me to lie.
"Go fish," I responded.
And guess what? He actually believed me.
I heard him curse under his breath.
"Watch your language!" I shot at him, shooting him a glare. He rolled his eyes.
He pulled a card of the pile, and I barely – just barely – saw a four on the card.
I smiled evilly. "Do you have a four?" I demanded.
"Go fish," he responded, smirking again.
"You're lying!!" I screamed. "You have a four!!"
Not surprised at all, he said softly, "So you looked at my cards?"
"No," I replied, "I just–"
"You looked at my cards."
"Yeah. I did." I said, giving in.
He shrugged. "I knew you had a Jack."
I smiled a little. "We are such cheaters."
Fang just looked expectantly at me, as if he were waiting for me to do something. I looked back at him, confused. He rolled his eyes, then held out his hand.
Then I understood. He wanted my Jack.
"Fine, then give me your four," I shot back at him.
"Nevermind then," he responded.
I loved how we weren't able to play a simple card game without cheating… think about life. We would never be able to live our lives without cheating, lying, running away from everything…
"Max? Fang?" Villandi's flute-like voice sounded. Fang's head snapped up.
I groaned, then turned slowly towards her.
She was holding two plates, each with a top-notch steak on it.
Immediately, my stomach grumbled… I hated it. I hated that my stomach would grumble in appreciation for the food that Villandi made for me.
"Here's your dinner!" she sang, then let go of the plates. I gasped, expecting them to crash to the floor, but they just floated right there in the air, as if her hands were still grasping them.
"Something wrong?" she asked me, tilting her head to the side.
Yeah. You're a bitch with stupid voodoo powers.
"No, of course not," I responded, with a fake smile plastered on my face.
She cast a worried glance at me, which I returned with a glare. You know, the glare that usually makes people back off? She just smiled back at me – a real smile, that is.
Oh my god! I hated Villandi. I hated how she was so civilized, so kind. I didn't want her sympathy or her help or her kindness. I hated how she could do anything, how I had to live off of her. And most of all, I hated that Fang treated her like a goddess.
"So," Fang said, snapping me out of my trance of anger. "You know we don't have to sleep in here, right?"
I stared at him, confused. I had definitely slept a lot.
"How?" I asked.
"Our spirits do not rely on our bodies here," came Villandi's perfect little sing-song voice. "Our bodies rely on our spirits. And our spirits never tire. However, this adjustment will take some time. You will have to sleep for a while, but your sleep will keep getting lighter and lighter until you will not have to sleep at all."
Just shut up, I thought.
I started to take uncivilized bites out of my steak, and chewed them loudly. I was so hungry.
"Hey Villandi?" I said, swallowing a large hunk of meat.
"Yes, Max?" she called back.
"What do you eat?" I asked. I hadn't seen her eat since I'd gotten here.
"You see, as you stay in here longer, your mind will begin to become more and more detached from your body. You will not need to nourish your body."
Okay. This creepy spirit/body voodoo crap was starting to seriously freak me out.
Iggy POV
Sight my ass.
Well, those control freaks had given me a "preview" of sight. And guess what? I crashed into a tree, then I crashed into Nudge, and I had to eventually close my eyes. Ironic, eh?
I mean, in truth, sight was nice. Colors were, in fact, nice, and I could actually see hot chicks walking around New York.
But under their control? No. So, why did we bust out of the school? For freedom. Why did we live a life on the run? Freedom. Why do we NOT LIKE TO BE MIND CONTROLLED? Freedom.
And guess where I was right now?
Yep. A cage. A freaking cage. Again.
Beside me were Gazzy and Nudge. I could hear Gazzy to my left, tinkering with something, probably trying to pick his cage door. Nudge was quietly sobbing to my right. And of course, our darling little Angel and our perfect little Dylan were missing.
Suddenly, a door was flung to the right of me.
"Experiment 8?" came a woman's voice. It was high-pitched and shrill, and immediately made me want to punch her in the face.
"That's me!" my body said cheerfully.
Shut the hell up, I thought at myself.
I heard the footsteps walking towards my cage, and pause right in front of it. I could sense fingers inserting a key into a lock, and then opening the cage door.
"Experiment 8, you can come out," she whined, as if dissatisfied with my slow movements. She obviously had never tried to pull a screaming Max out of a cage before.
My body jumped out of the cage and smiled at her.
"Follow me," she squeaked again, then whirled around. My body followed the loud clacking of her high heels.
When we got out of the door, an eraser grabbed both of my arms, twisted them, and held them tightly against my back, digging its claws into my skin. I winced in pain, but my body didn't do anything – it just kept following the woman.
We turned right, then left, then right again.
"Here you are, Mr. Batchelder," she whined, then quickly scurried away.
I wanted to puke, knowing that I had been in the presence of this disgusting woman.
"How are you, Iggy?" Jeb asked. I could feel him kindly smiling at me.
Fuck you, I thought.
"Fine," my body responded.
"Follow me," Jeb said. Then, I felt him wave his arms through the air, then the eraser let go and systematically walked away.
He led me into some sort of room, then closed and locked the door.
"Iggy," he whispered. "I can get you your mind back."
Well, there you go! Okay, please review and tell me:
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