Chapter 10
A/N: Well, here it is. I haven't updated in a while, almost a year. Um.. Sorry about that. I kinda lost interest in this story. But I felt like writing another chapter for this today, so.. here's your chapter! (Sorry it's so short!)
The next day another whitecoat walked through the door carrying another needle. This needle was different than the one before, though. It was filled with a translucent reddish liquid and was marked with the word "antidote." The whitecoat started to come toward me with the needle, so I took a step forward, ready to fight. The whitecoats sighed and mumbled something inaudible, but I caught the words "behave" and "easier." The she took out the red button that the other whitecoat had used the other day and pushed it. Two seconds later an eraser, fully morphed, walked in, grinning menacingly. Great.
What?
Nothing, I though, annoyed. Max had been doing that lately-interrupting my thoughts. It had gotten pretty annoying. When I looked up, I saw that the eraser was walking towards me slowly as he grinned again, probably trying to be intimidating. I acted quickly, knowing that the whitecoat would call for backup. I kicked the eraser in the knee and heard a satisfying pop. He groaned and fell to the floor, clutching his knee in pain.
I started toward the door, but then I was suddenly aware of the needle that the whitecoat held. It was now inches away from my skin. I moved to knock the needle from the whitecoat's hand, but she had surprisingly quick reflexes. In a matter of seconds, she had transferred the needle to her other hand and stabbed me in the arm with it. I tore my arm away from her and took off through the door. I felt the needle move around in my arm, and I realized with annoyance that it hadn't fallen out. I pulled the needle out and saw that it was half empty. So that whitecoat had gotten me. Dang.
I kept running, looking for exits, remembering the escape routes I had planned years ago. I was startled, and slightly suspicious, when I easily found an exit. I didn't have time to look around though; I could hear footsteps behind me. I ran through the door, eagerly breathing in the fresh air. That was when I started feeling dizzy. What had that whitecoat injected me with? I pushed the thought to the back of my mind and ignored the dizziness, taking off into the sky. The main thought on my mind now was to find the flock. I flew aimlessly, scanning the sky, as the dizziness grew worse. Black spots started to take over my vision. Seriously, what was in that stupid needle? I vaguely heard voices that were close by, but I ignored them. I had to find the flock.
I was surprised when I flew into something- something that I couldn't see because of the annoying little, well, big now, spots- and it made a sound. Then I was falling, because my wings stopped functioning, and I didn't feel like using the energy to move them anymore. I was overwhelmed with a sudden exhaustion, so I closed my eyes, aware that I was falling, but not really caring. As long as I could sleep. I heard the voices again, this time above me. Wait, that wasn't right. People should not be in the sky. Unless...
I felt something swoop down and grab me, but I kept falling. Then another pair of arms held me and I started to rise again. I drowsily opened my eyes to see Iggy, looking determined, flying while holding me. I had to do a double take- how did Iggy get here? Then I realized, mentally hitting myself in the forehead, that it was the flock's voices that I heard in the sky. That should have been obvious. I wasn't feeling as tired or dizzy anymore, so I decided to let Iggy stop carrying me.
"Let me go, Ig." I mumbled, trying to get free. Iggy 'looked' down, surprised.
"You're awake," he told me unnecessarily. I nodded, and he let me go. I let myself fall for a second, enjoying the sensation of free falling, then shot out my wings. I flew back up to the flock, who was now staring at me. I didn't feel like explaining anything right now, especially about Demon and Pity, so I looked forward and ignored their stares. Maybe I'd talk to Max about it.
Max? I though. No response. I looked at her, but she was talking to Angel, seeming unaware of my telepathic call. Angel gave me a funny look when I thought that, but I ignored her.
Voice? Nothing. Hmm, maybe that antidote thing actually worked and made me normal again.
Well, maybe it had taken Max and the Voice out of my head, but I definitely wasn't normal. And I never would be.
A/N: I guess I have to add this now.. This story's set after SOF, but before the 3rd and 4th books, which disappointed me, but I won't get into that now. I'd probably fill up the whole page with stuff. Anyway, sorry if that chapter's not too good. I just wrote this really quick. And I still have no idea where this story's going.. I'll figure it out eventually. Ok, so I'll go upload this now..