Ok, this chapter could be either very confusing or show how smart the whitecoats are. You decide. I wanted something liek this to happen, but it turned out longer than I expected so it became a whole other chapter altogether. So, I hope you like it, but it's not the best chapter out there.
Disclaimer: heh heh heh heh heh...I DO own Maximum Ride. It's true. I am James Patterson and I live in Florida and have millions of...Seriously, you didn't really believe that, did you???
Chapter 29: Woof! Arf! Bark!
An hour later, I was rattled about as the helicopter made a landing. Where were we? Someone came into the room, but I don't think it was an Eraser. A smooth, human hand fiddled around the outside of my crate as if attaching something. What was it? My thoughts were interrupted as a rough arm (definitely Eraser) seized my crate and threw it to someone outside the helicopter.
I was nearly blinded by the sunlight. I blinked several times and then tried to get a glimpse of my surroundings. We were in a grassy field somewhere, but I didn't know where. A second later I was bathed in darkness again as I was thrown into the back of a truck.
I don't know how long it was before I was removed from the truck again. My crate was placed on one of those rolling things you use to carry big boxes at a store. My ears filled with sound. But it wasn't scientists marveling at how incredible I was. It was...normal. Like the sounds I'd heard in New York City.
I looked out of the bars of my cage and saw something that blew my mind. I was in an airport. Not a secret lab airport, but a normal, everyday airport. What were they thinking? I had to try to get someone to hear me!
"HELLO? Can anyone hear me? Hello, I'm talking to you! Me, the girl in the dog crate! Please, someone help me!"
Under normal circumstances, I'd have never done such a thing, but I was desperate. These guys had already proved that they weren't afraid to kill us (my heart ached), so I needed to get away immediately. Plus, they'd get found out in the process. I was pretty sure I'd be able to escape before the Erasers could catch up. I kept shouting.
Was everyone in this place deaf?!
"Hey, mister, shut up your dog!" called someone nearby.
"Right away, sorry sir," said a sweet male voice above me. Then, my cage was rattled with a swift kick. Dog? What the...
I checked my hands. Nope. Still five digits. Still smooth skin.
"Awww...what a cute doggy, Mommy!" cried a little redheaded girl passing my crate. "What kind is it?"
"Why I think it's a Pomeranian, Alysin," said the little girl's mom. "Make sure you ask before you pet it."
Pomeranian? I heard Alysin ask the Eraser if she could pet me (Yuck!), but the Eraser promptly said no, saying I wasn't very well trained.
Suddenly, something clicked. The whitecoat, attaching something to my cage! It must have been some sort of illusion device. There go my hopes of getting out of here. I looked around at Angel's dog crate. Instead of Angel, I saw a cute little collie puppy. Iggy looked like a yellow lab puppy. Alright, so these guys were a little smarter than I gave them credit for.
Well, turned out we were in an airport for a reason. I spent several long hours in the carriage hold of an airplane. Who knows what for? Who knew where we were going? Maybe they were gonna drop us off on some deserted island that had no food. Maybe I'm going senile. Yay me.
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I was shaken awake as my cage rattled violently later that day. I'd obviously fallen asleep, but I hadn't eaten any drugged food lately, so I wasn't trapped in a dream.
"Get out!" said a harsh female voice out side my cage. The door swung open and I tumbled out, getting ready to run. But as I stood up stiffly, I was halted in my tracks. There were two female Erasers guarding the door, and three more guarding the window. I looked around, but I couldn't see Angel or Iggy anywhere! I almost panicked, but when nothing attacked me, I felt my body relax a little.
"Get cleaned up," commanded the Eraser who'd opened my crate. "We're going to go see somebody." She shoved me into the bathroom with a set of fresh clothing. I guessed they wanted me to shower.
Maybe I should drown myself. That'd end everything.
No! Am I crazy? Besides, I'm too curious now. To whom (stinking grammar class) were we going to pay a visit? Would I get answers? I decided I would pacify them for a while, until I figured out what was going on.
Ten minutes later, I was dressed, and I walked out of the bathroom with a little more poise. OK. Poise, bad word usage. What I meant was that I was a bit more prepared and didn't look like a lost penguin when I came out.
"Are you ready?" asked the Eraser, not waiting for an answer before grabbing me harshly by the arm and leading me out of the room.
The first thing I noticed when we got into a normal looking car outside was that it was much colder here. Maybe we were in Canada. Gah! I felt so stupid and clueless.
The ride was half an hour, and I was led out of the car by an Eraser who held a pistol to my back, behind my jacket. I looked around and saw that Angel and Iggy were here, too! They were both wearing new clothes and Angel was wearing a strange headband with flashing lights. Maybe it was to control her mind powers; with them, these guys wouldn't be able to hold onto us long.
We were led into the building ahead of us, a huge modern-looking Institute. The Eraser leading me whispered harshly in my ear as we walked.
"When asked, you will say, 'I really want to see my uncle, Dr. ter Borcht. Please. I haven't seen him in so long.' No questions."
Dr. ter Borcht! We're in the Netherlands!
The lady at the front desk asked us a question in what I guessed was the native language. The Eraser holding Angel asked for English. The receptionist complied, asking what our business was.
My Eraser jabbed me with the gun. I repeated what he'd told me to say. The receptionist looked surprised. "Dr. ter Borcht?" she asked in heavily accented English. "I'm sorry but he is not..." her words slowed and stopped as Iggy's Eraser slipped two hundred dollars over the counter.
"I think he is," the Eraser said. "Will you take us to him?"
The woman nodded. It was as if Angel had used her powers on the receptionist! Too bad I kenw that wasn't the case. People will even let children see mad scientists for money these days. How sick.
But before I could think about much else, I was being led down hall after hall, to the Dangerous/Incurable Ward.
