Mack's POV
Oh, God. These wolf things-Erasers?- were huge. And ripped. And evil.
I kept my eyes trained on Iggy as we were dragged into the building. The other kids that had been caught looked terrified. I managed to fight back the terror growing in me.
What had I gotten myself into?
The Erasers opened a huge side door, and guided us down a long, white hallway. The floor was cold and slick with wax under my bare feet. Everything smelled anit-septic-y.
I saw Iggy's jaw clench.
No telling what these people had done to him, and the others, behind these closed doors.
"In here," the Eraser that had me growled and we were shoved into an elevator. Two other girls began sobbing and held onto each other for dear life.
I heard Iggy stop breathing, and gasped for my own breath. Was it just me or were the walls closing in?
I suddenly wanted to throw myself into someone, anyone's arms, and have them hold me and tell me this was just a dream.
But of course, I couldn't and it wasn't.
They took the other kids in one direction, Iggy and I in another. Oh Lord, that wasn't a good sign…
"Come on," Eraser Guy tugged harshly on my arm, jerking me down the hall. I rolled my eyes and followed.
Ugh. Did these guys ever take baths? Twenty bucks said they didn't.
"In here," he said again. I was beginning to wonder if these guys had a limited vocabulary.
Iggy and I were shoved into what seemed like an office. There was nothing in the room but an empty desk, and an old guy in a white coat, holding a clipboard.
Huh.
He didn't look evil.
"So. We have two trouble makers, eh?" He asked in a clipped tone. I couldn't hear any kind of accent…
"Yes sir," said the Eraser holding Iggy.
"You, girl. You're from this town?" He asked, looking at me.
"Sort of," I hesitated. I was, and yet I wasn't.
Then came a sudden stinging on my left cheek, and a loud sound. It took me a couple minutes to realize I'd been slapped.
"You will tell the whole truth, or be punished." Mr. White Coat informed me suddenly.
Iggy was struggling against his Eraser, trying to get to me.
"I used to live here, but I moved, jackass." I said coldly and Iggy smiled hysterically.
"See, that wasn't s hard, was it?" Mr. White Coat chuckled. Then he turned to Iggy. "And you?"
"I'm a mutant, though I prefer the term Avian American," Iggy smirked.
Way to be conspicuous there, Igs.
Mr. White Coat seemed momentarily shocked, then grinned creepily.
"Ah, yes. I take it you've come for your leader? It's a pity her only rescuers are a blind boy-a failed experiment- and a less than average girl I'm sure she's never met." He shook his head, as if in sympathy for Max.
Well, at least we knew they had her.
My heart kicked into fourth gear. The whole reason I was with the flock was to find Max. What would she do? Kick me out?
"Get these two residential suites" Mr. White Coat waved his hand dismissively.
Uhhh….whhhaaa?
Turns out a residential suite is a friggin dog crate, reinforced with some badass locks.
Iggy and I were alone in a room that was completely filled with dog crates. They lined the walls, littered the floors……
Whether or not the fact we were all alone was good or bad was yet to be determined.
