Chapter 7
Max's P.O.V.
Whack. "Stupid metal crap!"
Everyone watched as I repeatedly tried to break out of my cage. It had never worked before, but it was worth a try.
The Virals decided not to flare yet. Not until Tory was at full strength, which hopefully wouldn't be much longer.
"You sure this will work?" Shelton tugged at his earlobe. Nervous habit, I guessed.
"No." No sense in trying to hide the truth. "By the way, Tory, what happened back there? What did they make you do?"
Tory looked at Ben, then quickly looked away. "Some treadmill thing."
I stared. "The whole time?"
"No. They also put me in a bunch of maze things, and shocked me if I got too slow. I even flared once."
That was a lot to go through. I hadn't noticed before, but Tory had burn marks, exactly the size of a quarter, all over her arms and legs.
I decided I liked Tory.
"Someone's coming," Iggy said. A few seconds later, I heard footsteps and voices coming toward us.
The door opened, and Jeb walked in, flanked by three Erasers. Someone I didn't recognize followed, and the Virals all gasped. "Dr. Karsten?"
