Hey guys! DaughterOfDiana here! Sorry for the giant space between updates. I was really busy with my brother's and my birthday party. We had guests for two days. Currently, there are 3 votes for the oneshot. I need 15 before the end of the month to cruelly write it though.
Rhi(Guest): Thanks for sharing your idea with me! I already have an idea for the reason why, but I will add that in there.
Fang's POV
After being roughly shoved into our cages, I asked the question that had been bothering me since seeing the other girl. "Who's she?"
Max looked at me, then glanced at Angel. She made a questioning face at the telepathic girl and Angel nodded. Max made a pained expression and Angel nodded again. Our leader looked at Angel in shock Angel nodded firmly. Max sighed and turned to me, opening her mouth to answer my question when the door opened and a whitecoat came in with a syringe in hand to gather some concoction on the counters around the room. The door stayed open because he hadn't bothered to shut it. I heard yelling and Max whipped her head around to see what was going on. At first we saw nothing, we only heard the yelling. Then I saw a whitecoat dragging a half-conscious girl through the hallways. She was beat up and bruised with slashes to her body that looked suspiciously like an Eraser's claw marks.
Another whitecoat came into view and she was yelling at the Eraser next to her that had blood on its claws. "I said you could open the body so we could insert the chip! Not lattice it with gashes!" the whitecoat's face was red and I could practically see the steam coming out of her ears.
Does this whitecoat actually care about the people she's torturing? I asked myself.
The answer came in the scientist's next words. "This was the most important specimen! We are not going to be able to insert the chip now because the healing chemical that we use will destroy anything implanted into the body. You thick headed fool!"
And... nope. Just like the others she doesn't give a care about what condition her "specimens" are in, as long as they work.
The shouting receded down the hall, but the trail of blood stretched out in a long line of oncoming death. The whitecoat that had been rummaging through the cabinets and around the counters left and closed the door. I looked at Max and noticed that she had her hand over her mouth to stop the scream that was coming on. I had never been good at comfort- that just wasn't my job-but I had to help Max. I wouldn't admit it to anyone, but I really liked her. "Max," I whispered. "Hey Max! You gotta calm down. You can't scream or you'll put all of us in danger." I pleaded. Which was new, since I don't do plead. "Or wake up the kids," I added as an afterthought. Every one of them was asleep besides Angel who had watched the scene with grim eyes.
She's in so much pain, Fang. She told me. She is still half-awake as they drag her down the hall. Now they're treating her and she's screaming like the souls of the damned.
What-how would you know... I asked.
What they sound like? She's thinking them right now. Angel responded.
I looked back at Max and saw that she had calmed down so I tried my question again. "Who was the girl that came out of your room and was drug in the other direction? Was she the same girl who was just taken in front of our room?"
Max nodded to the second question and opened her mouth to answer the first. "Her name is Piper McLean and Angel told me that she was going to become a "new member " of our flock. She's really scared of the whitecoats and does almost everything they tell her-"
I opened my mouth to comment on her lack of will when Max interrupted.
"And before you say she's weak-"
"I wasn't going to say that!" I protested.
Max looked pointedly at me and continued. "She does almost everything they tell her because every time she rebels they whip her across the back without her shirt covering up the flesh. The whitecoat specifically said that she 'wants to make sure the pain bite deep deep.'"
"That's sick," I whispered. We heard another scream come from the girl called Piper McLean.
Piper's POV
My back stung like a thousand killer wasps had attacked me and only had focused on one point. I didn't walk as I was dragged from the the room with Max, then she and I split into two different directions. I saw another boy with black hair look at me curiously, but I didn't care. The Erasers turned me around and led me to another operating room, except this time there was a whitecoat in there with a pair of rubber gloves and a pile of scalpels and other insane doctorly equipment. I was practically begging in my head for some ambrosia and Nectar to heal my wounds and take away the pain.
"Move it whelp," an Eraser barked. It shoved me with it's hand and I let out a whimper. It growled/laughed at my pain. I wanted to yell at it, scream at it even, but I stayed quiet. Then I got an idea.
''Lead me to the exit please," I charmspoke to the group of Erasers and the whitecoat. The Erasers went into a daze. "Yes ma'am," they replied.
"Oh no you don't!" the whitecoat lunged at me.
"Knock him out!" I told my new escorts in a panic. They moved forward as one and the Eraser that looked like the strongest in the bunch raised a meaty hand and conked the whitecoat on the head hard. He went down instantly, eyes rolling up into his head. "Alright, now lets get out of here."
The Erasers led me out of the room and through hallways. After ten minutes of traveling through the complex we came to a hallway with a door at the end of it. Shining through the windows was something I expected to never see again, sunlight.
The Eraser I had sent for my knife came back and gave Katoptris to me. I took it gingerlyand ripped a length of cloth from the bottom of my limp, dorty, white dress that I had on and wrapped the knife blade with it. I tore another section off and tied the knife to my thigh so they wouldn't be a be to see it. If they couldn't see it, they wouldn't be able to take it because they wouldn't know that I had it. I told the Erasers to go back to their duties and to be gentler with the people here, bit to be harsher with the whitecoats. Do that would probably be suicidal for them, but I didn't care. They had hurt enough people already.
I raced for the doors and rammed into them so hard that the locks shattered. I didn't question my ability to be able to do that, because at that moment the alarms went off signaling an escape from one of the experiments. I cursed and ran faster, leaving the School behind me. Hot sand burned beneath my feet. Then I heard dogs barking and wolves howling-the sound of pursuit. The Erasers were getting closer and closer and there was no where to hide from them. I would be caught in ten seconds if I didn't think of something fast.
10...9...8
Could I fight back? No. One glance confirmed that there were too many.
7...6...5
I could try and use my charmspeak on them, but I felt something different about these Erasers that I couldn't place.
4...3...2
I couldn't outrun them. I was dead meat.
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Cliffhanger!
Yay! Piper gets her knife back! I just hope that the whitecoats don't take it away again...
Remember, I need 15 votes for itby the end of August to publish the oneshot. Now please REVIEW!
