You all probably hate me by now. Good gosh how long has it been? Four, five months? I am so so sorry. I should have at least posted about a hiatus or something. My excuses? High school, marching band season and I had lost interest in this fic. It wasn't calling me, you know? But luckily I have wised up and realized that this is where my heart is. So here you go:

Disclaimer: I don't, won't, can't, even consider owning Maximum Ride.

Iggy's POV:

I opened my eyes and took a breath. It seemed like forever since I was functioning, let alone somewhat conscious. Slowly I tempted himself, slowly but surely I sat up on the gurney. Sightlessly I peered around hoping desperately that this whole scenario was a sick dream. Then I smelled the anesthetics, slightly gagged and hoped that desperation wasn't written in my eyes.

I wrapped my slender fingers around a metal bar. Caged… .Again.

It took a moment to realize exactly what had gone on in the past… Days? Weeks? …..

Please don't let it be months, I begged silently.

An audio tape played back repeatedly in my mind. Mr. Murphy. The serum. That God awful pain.

My head suddenly felt like lead. My arms were jelly. What did they do to me?

I shivered. How could this be my reality? How could I let such a horrid thing happen to myself? I'm weak. Pathetic. Mr. Murphy was right. Maybe I did deserve the pain. The flock was better off without me.

I am human garbage. I can't see, can't do anything worth a damn. Maybe they should just dispose of me already…

No. Suddenly I had new found energy. I will not believe a word that man says. I am an idiot. I am not weak.

I pounded my fists against the cold bars. I will NOT be the victim! I won't let myself die bound in chains. I will not give myself to these bastards!

I hit the bars again. I involuntarily growled as blood dripped of my hands. They can't do this to me! I am a person God Dammit!

The room echoed in silence. Did I just yell that? I didn't care. I pounded the bars again. Was it getting hotter in here?

Sweat dripped down my face. Why is it so hot? I swayed a little bit. Perhaps I shouldn't have used so much energy…

Suddenly it wasn't just me (or the other mutants, you can never really tell) in the room.

"Oh God… Mike! Mike get in here!" A voice called out. It didn't matter anymore. I was in my own little zone of hysterical conviction. My eyes were closed and I had slumped over. My energy was drained.

More voices echoed in. "Tom… Holy hell. How did this happen? Call in the guards…. Tell them it's an emergency."

…..

"Why wasn't anyone here?"

…..

"How did this happen?"

…..

"Was it the freak?"

…..

"We need help over here!"

I could barely hear them over the sound of…. Flames?

Suddenly I heard the door burst open with what appeared to be a least a dozen men judging by their footsteps. I heard the clatter of fire extinguishers and suddenly the room was silent. One voice remained.

"WHY WAS NO ONE HERE? THIS IS YOUR JOB DAMMIT!" Mr. Murphy called out.

"You are lucky I am not firing all of you…." He stopped and sighed. "Now load the boy. Round one of the experimentation has failed."

And suddenly I felt a prick of at needle and two strong arms, and I found myself in an unconscious abyss…

A/N So…. How badly did that confuse everyone? If you are completely lost and confused, fear not, I will explain all soon. But if anyone thinks they understood what went down, feel free to review and have at it! Muahahaha!

And sorry for the short length, that won't happen again.

Again sorry guys for the hold up. If anyone is still interested in this fic, I will update ASAP.