Here is Chapter 9! YAY ! Thank you all so much for your ideas! I think I have somewhat of an idea of where this story is going now! Thank you all so much for reviewing! Can I have seven reviews again before I post the next chapter? Thanks! :) Oh, and remember this is set after the second book, so Fang and some others don't have powers, or as many powers as they do in the fourht. :)
Chapter 9:
FANG POV:
I sighed, and for the third time, went through everyone's skills.
Angel can read and control minds, and she can breath underwater and talk to fish.
Gazzy can mimic any voice and do something else that is too famous to mention. And he's a little Pyro.
Iggy has the best ears in the world, also, Pyro.
Nudge can hack into computers.
Okay. I had figured out the easy part. What everyone could do. Now, how could they help us? I sighed again. I didn't know how Max did this. Jeez. It was a tough job.
I stared over at Angel, who had no doubt been reading my mind. I saw past the reassuring smile. Angel was losing hope in me. Everyone was losing hope in me. How long had we been here? Two days? At least one. I had done nothing in that time.
For those of you who were every wondering, this is why Max is the leader and not me.
Okay, pull yourself together Fang I said to myself, just as a door on my right opened.
Several scientists walked in. All wearing the same Whitecoats, holding clipboards in the same position: held tightly against their chest. A shiver went down my spine, but my muscles tightened, and I tensed.
As soon as they were all in, one started rifling off orders. We might as well of not been there.
'Okay, Doctors, we have strict orders from Batchelder-'
I narrowed my eyes.
'-take each experiment separately to do testing. Blood, oxygen, endurance and skill tests are mandatory. Other tests are optional. Dr. Bonyard, you take Subject 11 to room 211. Reilly, take Subject 10 to room 13. Dr. Baldley?'
'yes?'
'Take Subject 9 to room 220A and Subject 7. You are assigned to Subject 9, and Dr. Haff will be waiting for you in room 15B for Subject 7. I will take Subject 6 to room 153. Any questions?'
The scientists shook their heads vigorously before turning towards us. They each made their way over to a stretcher, and I tensed even more, my hands curling into fists. They must of known we were going to fight, (well, duh) so instead, they went behind me, and I frantically titled my head to see what they were doing. Turns out they were unlatching our 'beds' off the wall. The bed jerked as they did so, and then they wheeled me out the door behind the others. You can imagine how I must of felt.
First, anger at the fact that this was happening to me.
Embarrassment, that I was being wheeled around like a baby in a stroller.
Frustration, that I still had no idea how to get out of this place.
Well, crap.
WITH ANGEL :
'Well, Subject 11, I have been waiting to get my hands on you' the Whitecoat, Angel forgot his name, spoke to her as he wheeled her down the brightly lit hallway. His voice had an evil ring to it mixed with the cooing noise you make when talking to a baby. 'It's been some time since you've been here, huh?' he smiled evilly, and she did her best not to shudder.
Be strong, she thought to herself. Max would want you to be strong. The thought of her lost leader made her more upset, and she bit her tongue to stop herself from crying.
The Whitecoat turned and pushed Angel into a smaller room than she was in before. This one had a lot more machines. Some on the wall, like computers, some smaller and portable. Bunches of IV Machines were squished into the corner. There was an empty space in the centre, obviously there for the room of Angel's stretcher.
He wheeled her to the middle of the room, and immediately set to work. Her heart racing, she watched as the Whitecoat washed his hands, put on latex gloves…everything that happened before trouble erupted. For the avian-hybrid anyway.
He pulled out a needle that was probably only ten centimetres, but to Angel it felt like ten metres. 'Now, hold still while I take your blood.' Angel started stirring, moving this way and that, doing everything in her power not for the man to stick the needle into her arm.
After several seconds of failed attempts at jabbing the needle into her forearm, the Whitecoat began to get frustrated.
'Stop it you little brat!' he said, slapping Angel on the face. She winced, as her face heated due to the unexpected pain. The Whitecoat took that opportunity to jab the needle into her arm, with probably more force then necessary. Then, he slowly pulled out the syringe and then emptied the needle in a small tube like container.
He did this five times.
Angel watched as, slowly, he removed the blood from her arm. Angel had been in more fights to the death than any other six year old, and she had seen lots of blood. But this? Seeing it come out of herself, like that? With a needle by some insane scientist? The thought was making her woozy.
Angel tried to curl her hands into little fists, and felt the sweat building up. It was like a lake on her palms.
WITH NUDGE:
Nudge winced as another sharp jab came to her stomach, burning skin. Angel had told her about this, back when she was at the School. The Maze. It was horrible.
Frantically, Nudge moved her feet, slipping and falling. Her knees scraped against the steel floor, and she winced. Before the steel could burn her, she got up again, and ran as fast as she could. The steel floor began heating again, and Nudge ran even faster to avoid burning her bare feet. Turning left, and then right until she saw the exit. If she had been any less tired, she would of sighed, but instead, ran toward the exit, collapsing as soon as she did so.
Someone hauled her to her feet, and threw her on a steel table. They put an oxygen mask on her, as well as a pressure cuff. She didn't even have the energy to fight back.
FANG POV:
I struggled against the two Whitecoats who were holding me by the arms. After taking some endurance and blood tests, they wanted to do one more thing before they 'called it a day.'
And I had no idea what that was.
They pulled me down a familiar hallway, and then turned right. My brain clicked in on to what might be happening.
They took another left, and my heart skipped a beat. My hunch was right. They were taking me to the courtyard. To face God knows what.
