Dr. Alicia Gordon's POV - 05:00 (5 AM)
"Hello, Subject Eleven. Why don't you have a seat. You seem kind of ill right."
"The medicine you gave me to help my cold isn't making me feel better."
"Well...I'm quite sorry about that, Subject Eleven."
"My name's Angel. The Whitecoats call me Subject Eleven. I don't like being called Subject Eleven. It makes me feel like I'm not a human. Which I'm not, but I'm pretty close to it, aren't I?"
"Well. Um...Let's have a seat, Angel." I use her name she prefers.
Subject 11/ Angel's .
"Okay." I agree. I feel really, really happy. She used my name!
"I'm really, really happy right now. You used my name." I exclaim, smiling. She smiles but not really. She looks kind of uncomfortable. Why? What am I doing to make her uncomfortable?
"Well...um, Angel...uh...I'm going to ask you a lot of questions, and I want you to answer all of them as best as you can, okay?" I nod.
"Good. First question: you seem to know what other people are thinking. Do you know why that is, or are we wrong on that assumption?"
"Max tells me I'm 'telepathic'. All I know that means is that I can see in peoples thoughts and listen to conversations and pull up memories. And, of course, communicate with them in our heads." Sjhe writes this down as I figit in my chair.
"Alright. Can you tell me this, Angel: does anyone except for this Max person know about this?"
"Max is the leader of our family. And yes. Everyone does. At least, everyone in our family plus you and Jeb."
" about this: do you have any other talents?"
"I get gills whe I go underwater so I can breathe underwater. I've scared Max lots of times doing that. And... I can influence most people to do whatever I want, but that's not often. Oh. And I can talk to animals and send animals messages, though I've only actually done that once or twice and me one in my family knows about anything except the telepathy." I state.
"Alright. Well...um...is there anyone that you are friends with who are not like you?"
"Um...Ella and her mom. They're humans. Ella's mom is a veterinarian. And Ella goes to school."
"Alright. Well..um...I'm going to send you back to your little personal house, and we'll see you later."
Gazzy's P.O.V.
"Alright, Subject Seven. why don't you have a seat?"
"I tasked a seat, for some reason extremely happy. But I don't mind.
"Alright. If you could have one super power, what would it be?"
"The ability to morph into anything I wanted. I mean, I can already copy anyone's voice and say it in their voice. I get my family into lots of fights doing that, but it's fun."
"Alright. Can you give me an example of your voice skills?"
"Hi. My name is..." I say in his voice, but I don't know his name. In my voice, I ask him what his name is.
"Hi. My name is George King and I'm a hundred years old burt look like a super model." I say in his voice.
"Well...You have some...talent, Subject Seven. Um...next question: what kind of super powers do you have?"
"Um...I can pass gas at will. Would you like an example?"
"Uh...no...no...but...thank you. Um...anything else?"
"I love making bombs and learning about guns."
"Interesting. I think we're done here, alright? I'll have you sent back to your crate, okay?"
Nudge's P.O.V.
"Come on in, Subject Four."
"You do know I have an actual name, right? If you don't, it's "Nudge"." I say, annoyed.
"And how are you feeling right now, Nudge?"
"Annoyed with you and the Eraser who woke me up from a beautiful dream about Whitecoats dying painful deaths." The Whitecoat gulps.
"Well...um...why don't you have a seat and we can get started, okay?"
"Do I have to sit?"
"You don't have to, but I thought it would be comfier to sit."
"Fine. Let's just get this over with."
"Alright. Are there any unhuman powers you have?"
"Uh...I can hack into any computer I want, I can attract metal to my hand, and I can sense old emotions."
"interesting. Well. Let's try those things out."
*1 hour later*
"Very well, Nudge. Um...anything else you want to add?"
"No. Except that I hate you."
"alright. Um...then we are going to put you back in your crate."
"Can I at least walk myself with escorts."
"I don't see why not."
"Good."
Iggy's P.O.V.
"Sit right here." I sit in a chair.
"Hello, Subject Twelve. My name is Doctor Hubert Jackel. I'm going to beasking you a lot or maybe just a few questions, okay?"
"Yeah." I reply, feeling unusually patient today.
"Alright. How about an easy question first: how did you go blind?"
"your stupid posses called whitecoats decided to try and enhance my night vision but it went badly which is why I'm blind."
"Alright. Next question: do you have nany unique traits that you know of?"
"um...I can see color with touch." I suggest, blushing a little.
"okay...anything else?'
"Um...I'm a great cook?"
"how about something like...telekinesis? Or...maybe...breathing underwater?"
"Nope."
"Alright. Thank you, Subject Twelve."
Fang's P.O.V.
"Hello, Subject Twelve. Why don't you sit down?" Asks a redheaded lady with a nametag claiming that she is Kristina.
I nod, my head swimming in puddles, trying to remeber why it feels like that. But I can't.
"Well...how are you feeling?"
"Like my brain is a huge puddle." I admit.
"Alright. Well...that might be from the medicine we gave you for a catherization we were planning to do but never did. I'm sorry you're head feels like that. I hope it feels better." But I know she's not sincere.
"Okay. So today, I'm going to ask you less than ten questions, okay? And then you can go back to your crate and try to sleep off the feeling you feel for your brain. Sound good?" I nod.
"Alright. So...first question: What special abilities do you think you may have?"
"Um...why?" I ask, my head starting to clean a bit.
"Just answer the question."
"Yeah. Sure. Give away everything. Real smart, huh?" I say, pissed
"You know what, Kristina? My head doesn't feel funny anymore. I wonder what you really tried to give me."
"um...se-" I lauch at her, choking her. I kick her. I punch her. I yell at her.
"YOU'RE ALLOWING CHILDREN TO GET RAPED! WHO THE HELL DOES THAT?! YOU AUTHORIZE THEIR PAIN! YOU'RE THE ONE WO'S GOT PROBLEMS, NOT US! WE AREN'T HUMAN, BUT YOU ARE EVEN CLOSE TO US, AND WE'RE CLOSER TO HUMAN THAN YOU ARE!"
"Sedate him! Quickly. I spread my wings out, kniocking the people over. Then, pain. Pain spikes down my spine as an Eraser breaks my left wing. Another round of pain as the other Eraser snaps my right wing. I scream at the top of my lungs. They gerab me, hoisting me off of the dead woman.
"She's dead." I hear as I'm dragged out of the room, and into my cell.
Good. I think to myself.
Max's P.O.V.
"Fang?! What did they do to you?!" I hear Nudge exclaim. I realize that somehow we are all in the same room again, but we aren't in cages. Instead, we are shackled to the floor.
I look up, and my jaw drops.
"Fang? FANG?! WAKE UP!" I hollar at him but he doesn't budge. Just slumps where the Erasers left him.
"What's wrong? What's going on?" Iggy asks.
"Fang. They did something to him. He's all beat up and bloody and bruised and scratched and burnt."
"Shit."
"Iggy."
"Sorry."
"Just don't do it again. We don't want Angel learning those words."
Someone coughs. Then, I realize it's Fang.
"Fang!"
"What did you do? To get...well...like that?"
"I killed a Whitecoat."
"Wait...but we were all drugged." Nudge asks.
"I know. But then it just disappated from my brain and I was normal again." Fang states.
"Great. Next time don't kill a Whitecoat." I advise.
"Wow, Max. I never would have thought not to do it again." He says sarcastically.
"Shut up." I mutter.
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