A/N: Well...this is awkward. I'm getting REALLY bad at updating. Now heres my lame excuse: It's the last couple weeks of school for me. Which means testing, testing, banquets, jacket fittings, movies (for fun), studying, spring trips, and last minute crap I have to do. And now it's late at night...in the dark...AGH! A WASP IN MY ROOM! Okay...I killed it. But there really was a wasp for all you people who think I'm a liar. One last thing...follow me on Instagram! endlesswinters and also follow one of my readers and read her fanfics! She's AMAAAAZING. And the way I spelled amazing is good indicator of how awesome she is because I never use that many 'a's in amazing. On Instagram jessicamichellexo and on fanfiction, xoxoeosvugirl. DO IT. RIGHT AFTER YOU FINISH READING THIS.
Okay. Enough with the super long authors note. On with the chapter!
Chapter 12: Searching
"Max...Max...MAX!" someone yelled.
"Agh!" I yelled before tumbling out of my bed and onto the hardwood floors, tangled up in my sheets. A hand covered my mouth and I opened my eyes.
Fang?
Ouch. That fall really hurt my wings.
Fang put a finger to his lips. Same lips that I kissed...woah. Where did that come from? I shoved his hand away.
"What the hell do you want, Fang?" I whisper-shouted.
"Get up, Max. We gotta go."
"Go where?" I said while getting up.
"Go to the academy, remember?" Did I?
"Oh, yeah. Gimme ten minutes. Why'd you have to wake me up so early though?"
He smirked michievously. "Just messing with ya."
I slapped him.
"Regret it?"
"Mmhmm." He said with clenched teeth and a hand cupping his cheek.
"Good."
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Monday. Dreaded Monday. We decided that we needed to go back to the academy on Monday. Why, you may ask? Well, we had some questions for our dear friend, Brigid. Note sarcasm. Fang and I decided that we would take care of this ourselves. No need to bring five bird-kids on her. In other words, we didn't want her to wet herself and the janitors would have to clean it up.
Why did we have to question her? Well, Ella made a very good point. Why would the whitecoats send Gazzy back to the same place? Why not just shake things up a bit? Just double checking.
So here we were, at the crack of dawn, ready to question dear Dr. Amazing. Yeah, right. More like interrogate. Let's just say that I was not going to be nice.
Fang and I stood outside the science building, waiting for the doors to open. The one thing we regretted was not bringing Iggy.
7:00. My watch beeped. I looked at Fang and he nodded in approval. We opened the doors and slowly walked into Brigids classroom where she sat at her desk and looked to be grading a bunch of papers. Grading papers is number thirty-two on my list of why I will never become a teacher. Right next to no patience and public speaking.
Dr. Wonderful looked up at her papers in surprise. I thought I saw a flash of nervousness in her eyes. Good, I thought. Fang and I walked to her desk.
"Can I help you guys?" she said sweetly. Nice try.
"As it turns out, yes. You can." I said with the slightest edge in my voice. She cocked her head questioningly and I lifted an eyebrow in response.
"Well, whatever it is, I'm sure I can help you." Wow. She so sounded like a teacher right now.
Fang and I looked eachother, as if deciding who should drop the bomb on Dwyer. I finally nodded. I put my hands on her desk, leaned forward and looked her dead in the eye with my ugliest glare. She flinched and leaned back.
"We know." I said, my words dripping with poison.
She chuckled nervously. "K-know what?"
"Everything." I drawled out slowly. Her eyes widened with terror. Suddenly, she retaliated with a glare and looked me straight in the eyes.
"I don't know what your talking about."
"Oh, shut up, Dwyer."
"Young lady, I am your teacher. And you will treat me with respect or I will send you to Dr. Walkers office immediatley."
"Well, that'll be a little hard to do considering she's dead." She froze and fear once again swam in her eyes.
"How do you know that?" She asked flatly.
"I saw it. I saw talking about Gazzy and I saw him shoot Dr. Walker."
"Told ya we knew everything." Fang said, speaking up for the first time.
"We also know that you know what we are."
"And who you work for." Fang said.
Silence. Not an awkward one. Not a comfortable one. This one was filled with fear, horror and the smell of nervousness.
"So, what do you want?" Brigid asked.
"We wanna know where Gazzy is." I told her. No point in letting her figure it out herself. Better if we're just straight and to the point.
"What about the other two?"
I stepped back from her desk and next to Fang.
"What other two?" I said genuinely
"Dylan and JJ?"
"I thought they were dead? The night of the shooting...Dr. Walker said that them and Gazzy were all dead."
Brigid's eyes widened like she had just slipped up, big time. Which, she did.
"Uhh..."
This time, Fang walked straight up to her desk and slammed his hands on the table, startling us both.
"Tell us. Where. They. Are" he said in a low, scary voice. I've never been more afraid of Fang more than now. Not that I've every been afraid of him before but you know what I mean. Fangs wings were stretched out just enough so that Brigid could see the tips of them. I did the same. She was almost shaking with fear. I could see sweat drip down her forehead a little.
"W-why should I tell you?" she choked out.
"Because if you don't, we'll force it out of you." Fang whispered.
"You wouldn't..." she said, looking at me.
"We would. You yourself know how strong we are. We don't wanna hurt you, Dwyer. But we will if we have to." I said.
She still didn't say anything. And then, I saw Fang lift a hand, threatening to slap her.
"Okay!" She yelled, "I'll tell you! Just...don't hurt me." Fang stepped away from her desk and she stood up, trying to prove authority. Kinda pointless considering both Fang and I towered over her.
"Gazzy, Dylan and JJ were all sent to Manhattan. There, we have another branch of the School. None of them are dead. They were all kidnapped and sent there. In fact, they're probably there now."
"Do you know exactly where?"
"No. Never been there. And I was never authorized to that kind of information. I just know it's on Manhattan Island. But, listen. You can't tell anyone that I told you this. Especially not Dr. Harvey." She seemed genuinely scared. Why did she work for the School then? She seemed like she didn't want to do this.
Fang turned to leave but I held his arm back, signaling that we needed to stay.
"Why are you doing this?" I asked her softly.
"What do you mean?" She asked
"You seem like a nice enough person. Like you're ashamed of what you're doing. I saw how you reacted when Harvey shot . You looked like you had seen a ghost. Why are you doing this if you don't want to?"
"I have to." She said after a while.
"Why?"
"You would'nt understand."
"Try me."
She paused before telling me.
"When I was a kid, I was smart. I graduated high school at 12 as valedictorian. My family needed help. My mom was sick and I had three siblings who were five, three, and four months. My dad had left and my mom couldn't take care of three babies and myself while she had leukemia. She couldn't even afford treatment. I had to get a job. And since I was a little genius, the School was the only place that offered me a job as an intern to a chemist with a good pay that was just enough to pay for my moms treatment and food for my siblings. But I was twelve. I didn't know what I was getting myself in to.
"When I was sixteen, I figured out that they were experimenting on kids illegaly. And I tried to resign immediately but they wouldn't let me. They were afraid that I would tell the authorities and have them all arrested. And I've been working there ever since with no way out. I've wanted to quit for six years. They won't let me." She sat back down in her chair, her face in her hands. I could tell she was trying to hold back tears. I actually kinda felt bad for her. I knew what the School did and she didn't wanna be a part of it. My instincts told me to leave without lookin back. But once again, my soft side got me.
"Hey," I said, "We're gonna take it down. The whole thing. And you're gonna get out of this. I promise. You're not a bad person."
Fang and I left her room. We were gonna go get the others and fly to New York and take down the School.
The whole damn thing.
Yeah. Short chapter, I know. But I really wanted to get it up!
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