Fang's P.O.V. - 2 mnths, 2 wks later
"Well?" I ask Iggy, agitated that he's taking so long to calculate.
"From what I know, it seems to appear that we eat every two weeks, and get a gallon of water each, every five days. This is exciting them because humans can only go two to three weeks top without food, and only three days tops without water."
"Great. Just great." I mutter under my breath, but only loud enough for Iggy to hear it.
"Whatever. Jeeze. You told me to calculate so I did. And now you aren't happy with me because I did what you asked me to."
"Erasers. Fang. They have Max in their arms and she's..she's..." Gazzy trails off, looking like he's going to cry. I look at Max more closely.
"Crying." I finish his sentence, my heart hurting like Hell. They dumper her unceremoniously into her crate. Except that...it should have been her crate that she was dumped into. Instead, she was dumped into my crate. I look at her and realize she's shaking. I glare at the Eraser.
"She was quite fun to take and play with. creaming and crying when she could, of course. You know, it's everyday an Eraser gets to gang up on a bird-kid and hurt them. Take from them what no one can get back. Quite a lot of fun. Don't worry. We're going oldest to youngest and each bird-kid's sessions lasts two weeks long. And it's only females getting this special oppurtunity. Have fun taking care of her. You're lucky they told us to clothe her. That was fun as well." I glare daggers at her, feeling as if I'm going to throw up.
"Max?" I ask, my throat. dry. She just curls up into a ball. Almost as if she think's I'm going to hurt her.
"Max? I'm not going to hurt you." She looks at me, fear and pain in her eyes.
"I...I'm...sorry. I didn't mean to! Please don't be mad." She begs me.
"What did you not mean to do?" I ask, scared.
"Get you angry."
"But you didn't."
"You told me you weren't going to hurt me after I tried to protect myself from you. i'm sorry. I know your not going to hurt me."
"Don't be sorry, Max. None of this is your fault." Iggy says quietly. Eventually, she falls asleep, using my heck as a pillow.
"They look so cute, Angel." I hear Nudge say. I glare around her. She just giggles.
"It's true." Angel chimes in.
"Great. Should I tell her that, or should you?"
"Uh...you?"
"Nah. I think you should, Nudge."
"but she'll beat me to death if I say anything like that." Angel starts sobbing all of a sudden.
"They hurt her naughty-part, her butthole, and her mouth. And three of them at the same time! I shouldn't have looked. I'km going to have nightmares!"
Dr. Alicia Gordon's P.O.V.
"How does Subject Eleven know what happened to Subject One if Subject Eleven wasn't even there and Subject One didn't say anything?" I ask Dr. Batchelder, confused.
"I don't know. But you said her brain scans were...abnormal, corerect? So perhaps that anomaly, or multiple anomalies caused her to develope telpathy."
"Dr. Batchelder, that is quite a long stretch if you ask me."
"Not if you think about it."
"what do you mean?" I ask, intrigued.
"Well...Subject Eleven seems to be able to communicate thoughts to the other Subjects. Point given that it somehow knew what Subject One just went through. Another example is when you were discussing the Starvation Experiment. Unless you told it or any of the species, it shouldn't have known why they were not allowed to eat and how we were seeing their temperaments as good variables for a min-experiment to see how long it took to drive them insane."
"Very Well. To be quite honest, though, Doctor, I still can't see how we could test your theory out."
"We don't need to. Give them truth serum and we'll be set." Dr. Batchelder stands up to leave.
"Do you mean all of them?"
"Not at the same time, of course. And I want them in sperate rooms for the time being, including Subject One and Subject Eight."
"Yes, sir. When shall we do the truth serum testing?"
"Tomorrow morning at five in the morning...if, of course, that's not too early for you."
"Of course not, Doctor."
"Very well. Any more questions?"
"No."
"Then I will see you tomorrow at four thirty in the morning. It takes thirty minutes for the serum to take hold, and we want as much information as possible taken from all of them."
"Yes, sir."
Angel's P.O.V.
I quit listening into the woman and Jeb's conversation.
"You guys? We have a very big problem." I say, scared.
"What? Max? Yeah. That's a problem."
"Hello, kiddies." I shrink back against my crate's back wall and try not to look too upset.
They're giving us truth serum tomorrow. They have a theory that states they think I'm a telepathic.
I send the message to Fang, Gazzy, Iggy, Max, and Nudge. Thye all look at me, fear in their eyes. Fang blinks three times rapidly. He has a question.
What do we do?
He asks, for once at a loss.
We try to resist the serum. Maybe it'll work?
And then my crate is taken out of the room and placed in a different room. Soon, I realize I'm alone in the room. I curl up in a ball and try to go to sleep.
(A/N: AWWW...POOR MAX. DON'T WORRY. SHE'LL RECOVER JUST LIKE NUDGE AND ANGEL WILL.
ALSO...NOT GOOD FOR THE FLOCK IF THEY TELL EVERYTHING. HOPEFULLY THEY DON'T.
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