Hi! Girlreadsalot here! Sorry I haven't been updating I'm pretty busy. Somebody brought to my attention about the others and they asked what was happening to them. So, this is a short chapter about them. I'll have the other chapter with Ranger and Anakin up sometime this week (hopefully). I was wondering, what do you think of Anakin? Please let me know and please review.
Jasmine woke up to complete and total darkness. She sat up to hit her head off something plastic. "Ouch!" she rubbed the spot on her head annoyed. Where was she?
""Who's there?" Nudge's soprano voice rang out in the silence.
"Nudge! It's me Jasmine." She pressed her face to the bars in the front of her cage. "Is everybody else here?"
"All of us are here." Gasman's voice came from her right. He sounded tired, defeated. Not like uncle Gazzy at all.
"Jasmine! Where is River?" Her father's voice demanded from her far left.
"I…don't—"
"You got separated!" He sounded upset. If he were in better condition's he would probably have been a little angry.
"I'm over here, dad." River was in the cage directly to Jasmine's right. "What happened?"
They were all hesitant to answer.
"You were brought to the school." Angel said softly from somewhere around Nudge.
River let out a chuckle. "That's funny. They never caged us to keep us from cutting class before."
"You cut class?" Iggy asked.
"Iggy!" Max snapped directly at Jasmine's left, "We have other things to worry about right now. Jasmine," she turned her brown eyes on Jasmine, "where is Ranger?"
"I don't know." Jasmine admitted avoiding her aunt's gaze.
"Ange?" Max called.
"She's not in the building Max." Angel called.
Max sighed in relief as Gazzy went, "Oh my god!"
"What?" Nudge asked.
"Max's kid is supposed to bust us out of here."
Max's eyes got wide and she slumped against the back of her cage. "I should have trained her better. I should have known better! I should have home schooled them and taught them how to fight. We're doomed."
"Max, we're fine." Fang said directly in front of Jasmine. She couldn't see him because her crate was on the floor and his was four or five crates up.
"How?"
"If she's anything like you— which she is, it's almost identical— she'll figure something out. You always got us out of a bad situation, she has your instincts she'll be fine."
"What do we do?" River asked.
"We sit and wait." Max said grimly. "We're going to tell you what to expect from these filthy whitecoats until then."