The Second Escape
Subject 14.7B P.O.V
My frail form sank into some sort spongy foam mattress. A comfortable pillow supported my aching neck. I wanted to fall asleep again, and to forget about the flight here. Even though my muscles ache, I felt at peace.
Wait, what? That isn't right! The stench of medicine drifted into my nose. I scrunched it, in hope of losing the foul smell. I shifted slightly as a thin wool blanket covering my frail frame. I thought… I thought I had escaped. I clearly remembered the flight and escape from the School, yet I was back.
That girl that saved me! She works for the School! Probably a new experiment they have been working on: mutant- bird- Erasers. My muscles tensed as I sensed the approach of a whitecoat. I allowed my eyes to flutter open, making me look defenseless.
"Good! You're up!" said a woman, who leaned over me.
Her dark black hair flowed around her tan face. The face of a mother, if I can say so myself. Her smile looked genuine. I remember the first time I fell for that.
"Hello sweetie!" the whitecoat said.
I smiled my toothless smile as I crawled out of my cage. She took my toddler hand and led me to a room. Her kind face made me feel safe and secure. She sat me down in a wooden chair and handed me my Bob. He was a small dog toy that was my only friend. I'd talk to him late at night about my dreams and wishes. Of course, at age two, my speech was quite limited. The nice lady strapped my arms to the chair, then my ankle. I didn't suspect a thing as I muttered jokes to Bob. The woman took my doll away, causing tears to run down my cheeks. In return for that, I small shock ran through me. I paused, unsure of what was going on. Again, the shock ran through, this time more powerful. My teeth vibrated and I became light-headed. The whitecoats repeated the action, each one harsher than the last until I blacked out.
Shuddering at the memory, I waste no time. I kick her in the stomach, causing her to double over. Taking this to my advantage, I race outside. My bare feet hit the moist soil as I exit the building. It doesn't look how I remember it. It's tiny and with only one room. The walls are a cream white, with blue roof. The island looks more jungle than an industrial forest that I escaped. The bushes and trees that lined the unpaved road were very leafy and bright. They relocated me.
I heard footsteps behind me. They were heavy and practiced steps of big burly men. Even though they were stronger, I was faster. Running the torturous maze at the School helped develop my endurance.
I panted heavily as I veer a corner in the vast maze and walk into another dead end. I tried to take a breath and was rewarded with another shock. My small feet were numb from the cold floor. I collapsed on the floor, causing the shocks to get stronger. I didn't even flinch as my world went black. Black seems to be the color I see most often in this place.
The lack of food wasn't helping me with my situation. All I wanted to do was collapse on the ground. Instead of that, my hands were grabbed by the men.
I screeched my scream piercing and high. The men gagged me muffling my scream. I struggled weakly trying to break their grasp. Their arms hugged me tight, not allowing me to move a muscle.
Suddenly, the girl who 'saved me' swooped in, landing in front of the men. Another flying kid, a boy this time, lands next to her. They didn't look very happy.
The girl tapped her foot on the grass, causing her sneakers to become soaked. Her brown eyes didn't waver as the men stared at her.
"That's how you treat a four year old who just came from the School?" the girl asks angrily.
"Ugh…" the man on my left stuttered.
The two men awkwardly stood next to me. Their faces grew a bright pink as they looked down at their polished shoes.
"Yeah, ok. Now hand her over and tell Dr. Martinez I've got it covered," the girl answered sarcastically.
The men let me go, allowing me to race into my saviors arms. She knew I was from the School, and she seemed to have wings like me… I've lived by myself my whole life, I'll take anyone.
The girl hugged me close as the men start to walk back. After they had turned the corner, and the girl had nodded, the boy scooped me up and lifted into the sky. I panicked and started to trash. I made the stupid decision. If I didn't get out, I would die! His arms tightened around me.
"Hold her tight, Fang!" the girl commanded.
Fang? Is that a normal name? I didn't wander on it. My punches became weaker as the adrenaline rush was over. My limbs felt like jelly and my head was pounding as if someone was hitting it with a hammer repeatedly. I curled up against Fang's warm chest, and allowed my eyes to droop. I felt his hand gently stroke my sweat covered hair.
Max's P.O.V
The girl shrieked and thrashed the whole way to the treehouse. I wasn't very happy about my mom sending out Gaton and Jerry to 'fetch' the girl. She looked weak and the nightmares which caused her to flail exposed her ribcage. Her nightgown looked like a sack on her.
We laid her down and covered her with a warm blanket. Her forehead announced she was burning up. This child was in need of serious medical help. Fang ran out for some medicine while I warmed up some tea. I gently woke her. She ddn't understand what was going on, so I forced some tea down her throat. Immediately after, she doses off again. I allow her to sleep and wait for Fang.
Just like the old days. I sigh and look out the window. Just like the old days.
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