Emily-

The needle was big and thick, which translates to strong and very, no, extremely painful. It extracted very large amounts of my blood. I felt sick; I wanted to puke. My head started to spin, and I was barely aware of my surroundings. I heard Abby screaming next to me, but the huge headache blurring my vision was horrifying. I couldn't even scream.

I closed my eyes trying to ignore the person killing me. I tried to block out the screams. I tried to think of something else. I thought of Iggy. Why me? Why Abby? Why did it have to be us, the helpless ones, that this weird thing captured? What did we ever do wrong? Then I remembered what Iggy had told me. They were stuck in dog crates, tested on poked at… This place took on a new range of horrors. I opened my eyes and let out a scream. My head started throbbing as I tried to find an exit. But I hadn't realized until now that we were in freaking dog crates.

I tried to calm myself and the person took the needle out of my arm. Abby looked at me with a worried expression. Than a strange man walked in holding a clip board.

"Abigail and Emily." The man said. He was tall with a white lab coat on. I had a bad feeling about him.

"Yes." Abby said, her voice thick, weak, yet still bitter.

"You both have been associated with "The Flock', have you not?"

I looked at Abby. "Yes." I whispered.

"Then where exactly can we find them? They need to be eliminated. Their leader Max has died, and they are no use without her. She was supposed to save the world. Not them. They are nothing but a bunch of failures."

Abby lifted her head slowly. "Like I would tell you."

"And what connection do you have to them? We looked at each of your blood and neither is anything but normal."

Abby just glared at him.

"Fine." He said. As he was about to leave he said, "When you ready to tell us where they are, you can leave."

"Then I guess you should get used to our company, 'cause we'll be staying here for a while," I said with a bitter smirk.

He turned and locked the door behind him. The room went flat black.

I curled into a ball in the crate my back starting to ache. Abby was tearing silently next to me. I reached my hand out through the bars and lightly held onto her shaking, cold fingers. Soon I fell asleep.

The next thing I knew I was being lifted. Strong arms carried me out of the horrid crate like I didn't weigh that much. The savior pulled me into a soft hug. Then it whispered, "Your okay, your fine, thank God. " It was Iggy. I pulled my self closer to him. I wrapped my arms around him burying my head in his chest. He murmured other things to me about how he was sorry. Then he bent down and whispered in my ear, "We have to go."

I murmured back "Okay." I was too tired to manage a complete sentence. I felt like the woken dead. Abby and Fang went out the window first showing Iggy how to do it properly. And then Iggy climbed out the window with ease. I could feel the warm air as Iggy shifted me so I was on his back. But as soon as I felt his wings moving strong and fast, and the air whipping past my face, I fell deeply and happily asleep. I was home again.