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Chapter Seven
My head hurt. My ribs hurt. Well, pretty much everything in my body hurt. I sat up, startled by a sudden movement next to me.
Iggy, I thought, and relaxed. I was in this little white room. You know those little walk-in pantries? It was four times as big as one of those. Not very big. I could stand up and walk, yeah. But only for two big steps. Then I'd hit a wall.
Max? a little girl's voice asked curiously. I felt a flood of relief.
Angel? I replied. Where are you? She wasn't here. Maybe she was somewhere else. It hit me then, where we were. The School. Again.
I don't know. We're in little crates. Small. And there's a window looking out to the courtyard area? The Erasers are out there, helping with something. It keeps exploding. Chemicals, maybe? Where are you? And where's Iggy? Are you okay?
We're both here, I told her. I just woke up. Iggy's with me. We're in a small-ish white room. We're okay, I guess. Iggy's still asleep, though. I think. Can you hear him at all?
Silence.
Angel? I asked cautiously.
I can hear him, she told me slowly, but he's not conscious. I don't know. Maybe he's dreaming? But he's dreaming about—
She cut off.
He's dreaming about what? I wondered to just myself. The School? The flock? Being captured by Erasers?
You, Max, Angel told me quietly. He's dreaming about you. He likes you, you know. Like you-know-who-did?
I immediately shut down. Iggy liked me? Why? How? What had I done? He had liked me because, well, I'd made out with him a couple of times. But it had turned out he hadn't really liked me anyway. No way was I getting in over my head again. No way, no how. God. Maybe Angel was just making this up. Yeah, that was it. Iggy didn't really like me. He couldn't like me.
He does like you, Angel confirmed. And he's going to wake up in like five seconds.
Amazingly, Angel was right. Iggy stirred and then awoke. He rubbed at his wrists, rubbed raw probably by his struggle to free himself from the duct tape that was no longer there. He sat up and leaned against the wall. I crawled over to him.
He's okay, Angel said in my head. I think he's just tired, and his wrists hurt. And…he's wondering where the others are. Hang on.
Iggy jolted. His face softened slightly. I suspected Angel was telling him where they were and that I was right here. I hugged him awkwardly in the small space and then huddled up in a corner. It was amazing. I didn't much care anymore about him and how he had left me. Well, I did. But my tears for him had run out. Yet I still couldn't bring myself to let him go and to just…like somebody else. Trust someone else. Because he had always had my back, and now he didn't, and…well, I'm just being emotional again.
A door opened and an Eraser came in and quickly grabbed me, pulling me roughly to my feet. He swung me around and I careened into a dog crate, hitting my head on the back. It hurt really badly. But it brought me back to reality.
I said a few colorful words—well, more like shouted them—and pounded on the side of my crate. The Eraser looked in at me and smirked, showing yellow teeth. He shook the cage, making my already bruised head hit the hard plastic. I kicked at the bars at the front and retreated to the back of the rather large crate. Probably made for a Great Dane or a teeny pony.
Max, are you okay? Angel wondered.
Yeah. Just a little banged up. Where are they taking us? What are they thinking? I asked her, rubbing my head wound. My hair was way messed up, and my clothes were stained with blood. Nothing new.
They're thinking about you guys. They want to know if you're together. I think… she stopped. I could practically hear her inhale sharply, like someone does when you're thinking, Oh, my God. No way. This cannot be happening.
What? I worried. What are they thinking about?
Fang, she said stiffly. I could hear her horror. They're thinking about Fang. They have him, Max. They took him. They're bringing you to him.
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