Fences-Paramore. Fits so well with this.

I'm sitting in a room made up of only big white walls
And in the hall, there are people looking through
The window in the door
They know exactly what we're here for

Don't look up, just let them think
There's no place else you'd rather be

You're always on display
For everyone to watch and learn from
Don't you know by now? You can't turn back
Because this road is all you'll ever have

And it's obvious that you're dying, dying
Just living proof that the camera's lying
And oh, oh, open wide, 'cause this is your night
So smile, 'cause you'll go out in style
You'll go out in style

If you let me, I could
I'd show you how to build your fences
Set restrictions, separate from the world
The constant battle that you hate to fight
Just blame the limelight

Don't look up, just let them think
There's no place else you'd rather be
And now you can't turn back
Because this road is all you'll ever have

And it's obvious that you're dying, dying
Just living proof that the camera's lying
And oh, oh, open wide, 'cause this is your night
So smile

Yeah, yeah, you're asking for it
With every breath that you breathe in
Just breathe it in

Yeah, yeah, well, you're just a mess
You do all this big talking
So now let's see you walk it
I said, let's see you walk it

Yeah, yeah, well, you're just a mess
You do all this big talking
So now let's see you walk it
I said, let's see you walk it

And it's obvious that you're dying, dying
Just living proof that the camera's lying
And oh, oh, open wide, yeah, oh, oh, open wide
Yeah, oh, oh, open wide, 'cause you'll go out in style
You'll go out in style

69

Kem

I don't know how long it was before the car ride was over, but it finally was and we were pulled roughly out of the car and had black hoods shoved over our heads, thus forcing us to breath the sickly-sweet smell of knockout drugs.

After about… okay, so I don't really know how long it was; there were no windows in the room, I woke up and was inside a cage.

"Ugh, I think I just over dosed on sevoflurane (see above description. My friend had to tell me what it was called. XD)," I moaned as I unstuck my face from the floor of my very uncomfortable cage.

"Reading forensic books again?" Iggy asked as I looked up and saw him hunched over in his cage, his wings folded against his back and pressed against the bars of the cage.

His voice sounded hollow, beaten. His hands were pressed against his face, but he wasn't crying.

"You ok, Ig?" I asked, trying to align myself in my crate. I was way too tall for this thing.

"No," he said curtly.

I felt his despair at being back here. I looked around the room and recognised my surroundings. "Hey, this isn't your School. We're in Maine. It's always cold outside and even though there're no windows, you can still hear the rain," I said, trying to cheer him up.

"Whoopdie-freaking-do-da," he mumbled.

"Stop being so negative, we're go-" I stopped talking as the door to the room was opened and two whitecoats came in holding a blue fish-girl.

It felt like my heart had just stopped beating.

They opened the cage on the left of mine and hucked her in.

She immediately sat up and tears started rolling down her face.

It was Skyler, my little Skye.

"Skye!" I exclaimed, clutching the bars of my cage.

She turned her head, which was covered in patches of blue/sea-green scales, and her mouth formed a little 'O' of surprise. "Kemmy!" she exclaimed, pressing her face against the bars of her cage. She reached out and grabbed the bars of my cage.

"Skyler!" I turned around. "Iggy! This is Skyler!" I said excitedly to Iggy. He turned his head to face me and I reached out and grabbed the bars of his cage and pulled his crate towards me.

I grabbed his hand and looked at Skye.

Iggy's eyes widened as he "looked" at Skye.

"Holy hell," Iggy breathed.

Skye just looked at him.

"Skye, this is Iggy. He has wings too," I told Skye.

She broke into a wide grin and said, "Hi Iggy." Then her face became sadder. "Where's Lupe?"

I felt my face fall. "He's not here."

Skye looked like she was about to cry.

"No! He's not dead, he's just not here; he didn't get captured," I told her, smiling to make her feel better.

"Oh, good. Hey, he's blind," Skye said matter-of-factly.

"Really?! I hadn't noticed!" Iggy said snidely. I squeezed his hand till I saw his eyes water.

"Skye can tell things about people by looking at them," I murmured to him.

He shook his head like he wondering if the madness would ever end.

Skye pulled her cage up against mine and pulled on the edge of my shirt.

I looked at her. "He loves you, but you know that, right?" she whispered in my ear (the side of my head was pressed against the bars of my cage).

Iggy's face turned red and I giggled. "Yeah, I can tell."

"Good," Skye said, all serious. She was just so dang cute.

I think it's time I tell you some things about Skye. You've already seen her skill at work, but there's more about her than meets the eye. She's very smart for a four/five-year-old kid; she just doesn't understand what it's all about. She's like an oxymoron (which, by the way is an oxymoron. Oxymoron in Greek means "dull sharp." Doesn't the human intelligence amaze you?); she's a naïve genius.

Four whitecoats came into the room and bent down to open my cage. I paid close attention to the key they used to unlock my cage. The one with three bumps, pink grip, square handle, number 11 on it.

They pulled the keys away and put them into one of their numerous pockets and pulled my cage door open.

I pressed myself against the back of my cage and bared my teeth at them.

"No fangs on this one," one of them said, chuckling.

"I wouldn't trust that assumption," Iggy commented, his hands on the bars of his cage, his eyes directed at the whitecoats in front of my cage.

"Yeah?" A blonde one raised his eyebrow.

"She's a feisty one," Iggy said matter-of-factly, nodding.

"Well let's see," one sneered, grabbing on my leg and trying to pull me out. I wrenched it out of his grip, snarling callously.

"I would say "fug you," but then I'd owe a helluva lotta money to the Swear Jar," Iggy said hotly.

Skye's eyes were wide with fear for me and surprise at what Iggy'd said.

The whitecoats ignored him and reached in after me.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," Iggy warned them.

Still not listening to a word her was saying, one reached in for my leg with both hands-

"FUGGING HELL!!" he screamed, clutching the wrist I'd just shattered with my sneakered feet. Yeah, that's what I thought.

"Yeah, that's what I thought," Iggy commented, doing the tsk tsk tsk thing.

"Wise ass," one muttered, walking around to the back of my cage. I turned my head and saw him pick up a very large, wooden pole.

He approached my cage with the pole.

He jabbed the pole as hard as he could, between my wings, through the bars.

I really, really hate that pole now.

Just as he was ready to jab it at me again, with the trajectory of hitting my wings with it, the proverbial gloves came off.

I crawled out of the cage and stood up next to the whitecoats, half of whom I was taller than.

I noticed one in particular; one missing part of his index finger.

"Seth!" I exclaimed like we were old friends. I held out my arms like I was expecting a hug. I put on a sad face when none came. "What, no hug for an old friend?"

He turned away muttering something that sounded suspiciously like, "Little bitch."

I smacked him upside the head a second before I was led out of the room by two of the whitecoats. I was clipped on the back of the head by Seth a second before I heard his face connect with the floor.

I grinned; I love Iggy.

Don't you? He definitely wasn't played enough in the series; definitely my favourite character. And Kem's too, apparently (wink wink).

70

Iggy

I felt so completely pissed off when I heard the smack that came from directly in front of me. I darted my arm out of my cage and grabbed the first ankle that came into contact with me.

I grabbed it hard, fracturing it (I was suddenly aware of the throbbing ache in my own ankle) and wrenching it back towards me.

I heard his nose break as it made contact with the floor, and heard Kem giggle once as she heard it too.

I released the ankle and retreated to the back of the cage a few seconds before the screaming started.

Wimp, I thought to myself.

Okay, so I'm thinking about starting another fanfic. Here's the summary:

Sinopa

I had a flash of needles and various bottles of burning antiseptic as I ran through the forest at top speed. I shook my head violently and commanded the crappy memories away. When they didn't obey, I just pumped my legs harder and focused on the one thing I had in this life now that I was free: Nastas.

So, whaddaya think? Is it worth writing? Tell me what you think!,

RustyW1ings.