So here it is: chappie numero… um… siete! Thanks to all my precious reviewers, without whom the rest of you ungrateful lot would not be getting this chapter. If you value the continuation of this fic, you must review! I will now not write the next chapter until I get TWO WHOLE more reviews!
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Iggy POV
It actually takes a lot longer than we thought, to collect all the supplies. Mostly because we had to find some place in our BLANK room to hide them, first.
The way we managed it was when they came to test me again. I threatened to bite my tongue and drown in my own blood unless they gave us a bed.
They didn't believe me at first, until I actually did bite my tongue and began to (pretend) to drown in the blood that was filling my mouth.
The stupid Whitecoats compromised by giving us each a pile of hay.
Don't ask me. I have no idea how the Whitecoats got hay. But they did, and now we had a nice pile of straw to hide my supplies in.
The next time they performed an experiment, I stole my first item.
The experiment included me standing on a platform, suspended over what appeared to be sulfuric acid. Eight suspended paths branched out from my platform, each leading to another platform where eight more paths led to more platforms, and etcetera etcetera.
The problem was, only one path from my platform was safe to walk on. The other seven would drop me into the bubbling chasm of acid.
And etcetera.
This was to test my gift of… um, knowing.
I walked through the whole experiment with no hesitations and, I am very happy to say, no drops into bubbling sulfuric acid.
After the experiment, I managed to swipe a tangle of wires from the top of a metal table.
This continued for several weeks. Every time I was taken in to an experiment, I stole an object usable for my bomb.
Let me describe some of the experiments, seeing as they put my new power into an amazing light:
One experiment placed me in front of a wall holding about five million buttons, each identical. Only one button would open the door in a section of the wall, which would lead me into another room with identical characteristics.
There were ten rooms, containing a grand total of about FIFTY MILLION buttons. I finished the experiment within a time frame of precisely six minutes, forty-seven seconds, twenty-three milliseconds.
Another test they gave me was simple. A paper test, containing tons of multiple-choice questions. A man hovered over me, holding a stopwatch.
I finished the only-Buddha-knows-how-many questions in twelve minutes, fifty-three seconds, fifty-nine milliseconds. With a perfect score.
They gave me another test later, containing approximately two thousand questions. I know because this time, they were numbered.
These questions were unlike those on the last test, because they were not multiple choice.
I finished this test in approximately thirty-eight minutes, sixteen seconds, thirty-three milliseconds.
With, yet again, a perfect score.
Now, don't get me wrong. I think it's great, my power. Because now, I can also know exactly when to steal an item without getting caught.
And I can rub my newfound pwnage skills in Max and Fang's faces.
But, I think it's sort of scary that now, I have a recorded IQ of about 516, which is about 300 points higher than any other previously recorded, and apparently not supposed to be possible.
And the scariest part is that the Whitecoats say that my power is in its beginning stages. That I'm still manifesting.
How the Hell can this power get any more, well, powerful? What's going to happen to me?
But I shove the nagging doubts to the back of my mind.
The bomb is finished.
We've been in this room for exactly six months, seventeen days according to Meagan's internal clock.
So it's time.
Angel POV
I don't like what I'm hearing.
I don't like it at all.
I don't like what I know.
I don't like what the Flock's about to find out.
I don't like it.
I think I'm going to cry…
Max POV
We've been searching for four days now. The lead to Washington was false, there isn't even a School there.
Angel told us she found out which School he's in. So we're following her directions, and heading towards Louisiana. It will take about two days nonstop flying.
Iggy, just wait a bit more. We're coming…
Fang POV
Iggy was my brother.
I hated his guts.
I loved his guts.
God, I loved his damn guts so much…
We're coming, Iggy. Just you wait and see…
Oh geez, sorry. Just you wait… and not see…
Gazzy POV
We're coming. I've got bomb stuff all set out, and pranks all planned. So just wait a little bit longer…
Nudge POV
Iggy. Oh geez, I miss you.
But we're almost there.
Just two more days…
Meagan POV
Iggy finished the bomb.
And set it up.
And now it's…
BOOOM!
… time.
"Come on!" Iggy calls to me, gesturing to the hole blown in the side of the wall. I rush up to him and he takes my hand in his, his touch feather-light, and leads me down the damaged hallway.
Whitecoats are running at us, but thankfully no Erasers.
After many twists and turns, we spot an exit door.
We push it open and rush outside.
Thank goodness for my gift of learning, or I'd never have made it in the air. But all I needed was one glance at Iggy taking off, and I followed swiftly.
And we're FREE!
And… cue drum-roll… THE END! Of chapter seven, at least. Once again I must remind you; TWO reviews, or no eighth chappie. Or ninth, tenth, etcetera.
And, I yet again remind you… I am an evil genius! But I am also quite generous. All you need do is ask in your review, and I WILL grant you a spoiler.
Of course, there are those of you out there who want to be surprised. But I have to say, if you don't want to hate me at the end of this fic, you might want me to soften the blow.
Blow? What blow? I never said anything…
And I won't breathe another word unless you ask. I shouldn't wreck it for the poor souls who want to start crying at the end because the blow wasn't soft.
And what do you think of Iggy's awesome powers? What do you think they'll manifest into? And once again, what do you think about the time differences? Include predictions in your reviews, and I will give you amazing rewards, depending on how right you are!
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