Sorry it's been so long since my last update. Cello practice, media club, babysitting, school... well, my liffe's been kinda hectic lately. So now I'm trying to update all my stories as fast as I can. Anyways, here's chapter 13. As always, PLEASE REVIEW!!!
Chapter 13; Explainations
"What do you mean? What are erasers?" I demanded. Fang slowly descended the last few steps, and sank to the floor at the bottom. I crossed the room slowly and sat down next to him.
"Erasers are part human, part wolf mutations. Most people just tell them anything they want." he said. I noticed that his face wasn't as pale as it had been for the last few days. I took that as I good sign- it meant he was healing.
"Why are they after you?" I asked. There was no doubt in my mind now; those Erasers had been after Fang. He smiled grimly.
"It's kind of a long story." he said.
"I'm suspended from school." I reminded him. "I've got all day." He nodded thoughtfully.
"True." he said. He looked away, staring at the wall.
"You already know I'm a genetic hybrid. What I didn't tell you was that I was created at a place called The School, in California." he started, but I cut him off.
"Is it in a place called Death Valley, by any chance?" I asked. He stared at me.
"How'd you know that?" he demanded.
"I did some research." I muttered, looking down at my hands. "I started by searching for genetics labs, then missing children reports. I found a few places with a pretty high disappearing rate. I was going to ask Max to do some digging for me. He's good with computers." I looked up at Fang, and he was shaking his head.
"What?" I asked. He smiled slightly.
"I'm impressed. You actually tried to figure out where I was from." he said. I shrugged.
"I didn't do a very good job. Anyways, keep going." I urged. He took a deep breath, and looked away again.
"I escaped when I was still really little. One of the scientists broke us out, and took us away to a secret place in the Colorado mountains." I noticed when he slipped into the plural again, but didn't comment.
"The Erasers were the only other experiments that made it past infancy. Most of the Schools creations only last a year, at most. The Erasers were designed to be the punishers, the executioners, back at the School. "
"The Erasers have always hunted us. Even when we thought we were free, they were always after us. The cuts on my back? An Eraser gave me those. The wackos at The School grafted some bird DNA into them so they could chase us easier." Fang finally looked up at me, coming out of his reverie.
"And that's everything, pretty much." he said. I nodded.
"What happened to the others? The ones you escaped with, I mean." I asked. He froze staring at me.
"How did you know there were others?" he demanded.
"You kept saying 'we'." I said with a shrug. He looked at me for a long second, then shook his head.
"I escaped with five others. Max, Iggy, Nudge, The Gasman, and Angel. We stuck together, even when Jeb, the scientist who broke us out and then betrayed us, disappeared. I was with them when the Eraser cut me. I don't know where they are now." he said quietly.
We were both silent for a while, then I said, quietly, "I'm sorry." He shrugged.
"It's okay. I'm almost healed. I'll be able to go find them soon enough." he stared at the wall again as he spoke.
I was surprised to find myself a little choked up at this; I realized that I didn't want him to leave. How odd.
"How did the Erasers know you were here?" I asked. He shrugged.
"Who knows? We thought they might be tracking us through Max, because she has this microchip in her arm. But I really don't know." He said.
"Do you think they'll come back?" I asked. I shivered slightly, remembering the Eraser in the front of the van. He was the only one who had truly scared me.
"Don't know." Fang said. I could tell by his tone that he was reverting to his usual one-and-two word answers.
That night, I lay awake for a long time, staring at the ceiling. I hated to admit it, but I was getting a little bit scared. At first, when I'd originally let Fang stay in the attic, it was just the right thing to do. It was strange, but also fun. But now… everything was starting to get serious. The Erasers- which were really dangerous, if Fang was to be believed- were knocking on my door, and I didn't know what was going to happened next. I was scared (not that I would tell anyone that), and a more than a little worried. Not just for myself, but for my whole family. At the moment, I had no idea what to do.
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