Chapter 10
(Fang's POV)
The next morning, 012 didn't wake up, Lilith and I watched her breathing all day. Her breathing stopped around noon and Lili couldn't stop shaking. She looked terrified.
Where was the flock? Where were the Cullens? They didn't realize what was happening to the children here, but I beginning to feel it inside. I started gasping for air myself and I could feel the pain in my chest and I kept coughing. I kept wonder when I'd die and when they'd come to rescue us.
A man walked in later to take out the 012; he had black scruffy hair, brown, tired eyes and olive skin. I was curled in the back of my cage and I was silent. Lili watched him open 012's cage and was going to take 012's little body away when I coughed violently.
He glanced at me and I lay my head against the back of my cage. He watched me for a moment and I watched him. Lilith crawled over to me and curled up near me. I held her hand and she pressed herself close to the bars. He took the body away and I sighed.
He came back a few minutes later. He knelt down by my cage and slowly undid the latch. My eyes widened considerably and I curled into a ball at the back of my cage. He watched me with a sad expression. Lilith was watching him with dark, almost evil, eyes. "Don't be afraid, I'm not going to hurt you." He whispered and reached for me. Irrational fear was cursing through me. I was a tight ball in the corner now and I was avoiding his hand like the plague. He looked almost pained, "Please, I need to speak to you before it's too late."
"Whatever," I coughed, "You have to say." I struggled to take in a breath, "you can say right here."
He glanced at Lilith and she held his gaze.
"First I'd like to say, I am so sorry, none of this is my fault… but it is."
I was so confused now. "What?" I asked my voice like sand paper and I coughed. I wheezed and I shivered. I was dying, slowly and painfully.
"Fang," He whispered and my eyes narrowed at him, "I'm so sorry." He said again, "My name is David Riles, and I'm your father," he whispered looking ashamed.
Anger boiled in me and I growled low in my throat and Lilith looked frightened. I threw myself at him. He yelped in surprise and I started punching him in the face.
"Tell me you're lying!" I yelled at him, "Tell me you're lying!" I begged and he held my fists as I shook in pain. I felt like I was suffocating, I tried to breathe, but it was like my throat had closed on itself.
Suddenly I was being pulled off him and I was still struggling to get to him, to kill him. Randle was in my face then, I was punched across my face and blood and spit spat from my mouth. Lilith was screaming at them to leave me alone, but I could barely hear her.
The Erasers let go of me and I fell to my knees, my hands felt the cold floor under me as they held me up. I coughed hard and felt like I was going to throw up. Randle kicked me and I fell to the floor was unable to move.
"Stop!" David Riles shouted and I tried to lift myself up. I felt a cold hand under my arm that helped me up.
I swatted my father's hand away. "I don't need your help." I snapped and slowly made myself vertical.
As I stood there I swayed and he caught me, "Please, you'll only hurt yourself." He whispered in my ear.
I tried to push away from that… that… there wasn't even a word for how evil he was! "Don't touch me," I growled.
"Hey, Fangy, they want you in exam room 5." Randle said with a wicked smile. I gulped and I shook my head, and I could feel David's hand tighten on my right forearm. I tried to shake him off, but his hand was secure. "Oh don't worry; they just want to play with your brain for a while." Randle grinned.
I gulped and Erasers grabbed my arms and pulled me along. I cast one last looked at Lilith who watched me with fearful eyes.
David stood there and watched me with sad eyes; I stared back at him with accusing eyes. If it wasn't for him I wouldn't be this way, if it wasn't for him I'd be normal, I wouldn't be sick and I would never have seen this god forsaken place.
The words 'play with your brain' in the Sick and Messed in the Head Scientist – English dictionary actually amounts to, in this case anyways, asking me a series of questions about the people in other rooms.
And a painful electric buzz of a tazer-like thing that goes off whenever you nearly faint from effort or not answer fast enough.
I felt the painful zap of the thing and I cried out in pain. I went limp again and a voice I now hated said, "Look, he's exhausted, you're going to make the disease progress too far, and he obviously can't predict anything else."
"Oh shut up, softie, he's fine." The other whitecoat that had been quizzing me for the last hour said.
"You just don't want the boy to die." The other whitecoat who had remained silent for most of the time said.
"Oh course I don't want him to die!" My father spat, "He's my son, you idiots."
"Mr. Riles, remember your place in this office. We are your superior. So shut up and let us work," The first whitecoat snapped. My eyes fluttered open and the whitecoat shined a light in my eye. I winced at the bright light and looked away. "Hmm, so, Experiment 002, what is the man in room forty-two doing?"
I closed my eyes and thought hard. I saw he was looking at beakers of blood. I thought of the flock and I saw them at their makeshift campsite with the Cullens and they were pointing at a map.
I was shocked again and I screamed as they let it go for a little longer then usual. "He's examining beakers of blood." The last words hardly got out of my mouth before I blacked out.