Subject One's P.O.V. - 2 weeks after last chapter ended
Angel is takwen out of her crate first. She screams, cries, struggles, and hiccups. I grab my crate door and watch in horror as they take little Angel away. She's only three years old and is the sweetest child on the planet.
Then, about thirty minutes later, they take Gazzy. Next, thirty minutes after Gazzy's taken, they take Nudge. Thirty minutes after Nudge is taken, they take Iggy. Thirty minutes after Iggy's taken, they take Fang. And thirty minutes after Fang's taken, they take me.
They put me in a straight-jacket, and walk me to a room witha very loud humming noise and beeping is coming from. Inside are six treadmills in cubes that divide up the room into six quadrants. On five of the six treadmills is someone from my family: Nudge, Angel, Gazzy, Fang, and Iggy.
The treadmills don't have controls on them because a computer controls the treadmills speed and incline or decline. A pulse-monitor is placed on my right middle finger, a blood-pressure monitor is placed on my right arm, I have electrodes that apparently don't come off when I sweat are placed all over me, including two on my temples and one on either side of my neck, and an oxygen saturation monitor is placed on my right pointer finger, and an electric-shock dog-collar is put on my neck.
Alright. Start her at full speed. For her, it seems to be Forty miles/hour. (A/N: THE FASTEST 100 METER SPRINT TIME IS 27.8 MPH. SINCE THEY ARE HYBRIDS, THEY ARE INHUMANLY STRONG AND FAST, SO THAT IS WHY SHE'S GOING AT 40 M/H)"
"Yes, Ma'am." I sprint full throttle for hours on end. Every time I slow down by just a fraction of a second, the shock collar electrocutes me, causing me to cry out in pain. Apparently all of us specimen have shock collars on because every once in a while someone cries out in pain.
By the end of hour six, Angel is wiped out. Despite their effort to revive her, her body just won't wake her up. she's too spent. They take her out, amazed that a tiny six year old can run thirty point eight miles per hour for six hours straight up a steep incline of twenty-eight inches.
After seven hours and five minutes, Gazzy's down for the count as well. Same steepness of the incline as probably all of us, and he sprinted at thirty-five point two mile per hour.
At ten hours, Nudge gives up. She won't get back up. She passed out from not enough oxygen, which tired her out to the point of having to pass out. She ran at thirty-nine miles per hour.
Iggy's next. He lasts fifteen hours at a speed of forty-two miles per hour at a twenty-eight inch incline.
i make it a full twenty-four hours and forty-three minutes before I stumble and can't get my body to get back up. I blackout when I fall backward and hit my head on the treadmill base.
When I wake up, they are just plopping Fang in his cage.
"Amazing performances from all of them. And Subject Eight ran at forty-five point five miles per hour at a steep incline of twenty-eight inches for a full thirty-two hours and seventeen minutes!" One Whitecoat exclaims, locking an unconscious Fang in his cage. I gawk at him. How the Hell does he do that?
I don't know, Max. It's pretty cool. But you lasted longer than all of the rest of us except Fang. Congratulations!
Angel says in my mind.
Angel, sweetie...I love the support and thank you for congratulating me by the way, but please don't talk to me inside my head.
I say sweetly.
Sorry. I can't really speak so that's why I'm communicating inside your head. And Nudges, but she flipped me off with her middle finger. So I stopped talking to her.
"Nudge!" I demand angrily.
"Huh?"
"Why did you give Angel the finger inside of whoever's head you flipped her off in?" I ask.
"Cuz. I was trying to sleep."
She just flipped you off in her head as well.
"Fine. Just get some sleep, everyone. We don't know what tomorrow or even the next few minutes bring."
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