Sydney
I heave out a breath.
"You lied to them. You betrayed them. How could you?" I spit her way and an eraser tries to come my way, but Angel only gives her neck a slight twist and he flies back.
"Very simple. No one listened to me. It was very obvious I was superior to the rag tag group. But no one seemed to realize how strong I was, Jeb, offered me a job here. Where I am free to be the leader."
"She ranks supreme, of course. I knew I had raised her well," A deep voice, bellowed from behind.
I crane my neck around just as someone tugs on my trailing chains and I collapse to my knees.
"But you hate this place! They ran cruel tests on you! They abused you. They abused your family!"
"But now that I am in control they can't test me. Besides their no longer my family. They are freaks. I am an Angel. And not in disguise." At this point she giggled lightly. "You don't see, to realize my powers either, Sydney! I have to power to completely…" She paused momentarily. Searching for the perfect word. "Obliterate the entire human race from the face of the earth. You don't mess, with her Innocence."
"Innocence my ass."
Her eyes narrowed and it almost seems as though she's storming my way, but then I focus and then I remember.
The burn.
No! I shriek into my brain and she falls to her knees this time to. And then, that all too familiar shriek. The voice in my head, standing in front of me.
She curls into fetal position and an Eraser lunges at me, screeches coming on all the way. In the heat of reflexes I whip around my arm and the chain spits a crackling noise and the Eraser goes flying.
Adrenaline scorches a vein that's popping out in my neck. I feel my shoulder twitch.
A Whitecoat goes to guard angel as the other Eraser comes flying at me. A raging sting begins to pump about in my frontal lobe. Angel's rebuttal. I catch her eye, and dig deep.
Her pupils begin to dilate.
And, in a slight confusion, the Eraser pauses to study the mental war. Angel drops to her knees, proof that the Burn is taking shape and she whips her head away.
"Are you deaf? Get her!" She shrieks at the Eraser, forehead drenched in what I smell to be sweat and pain.
The Eraser, returns to catching me and I swing the chain like a lasso and he joins his fuzzy friend in going airborne.
I see the a Whitecoat pressing something on his thick black watch and I feel something grab at me and start to drag me away. Tight like a rope, thick and burly.
A gunshot echoes from behind me.
And a door bursts open.
Iggy:
Fang burst through the door, crazy pissed. Which was an understatement. And didn't even begin to describe how I was feeling. But I didn't know that as I had opened that door, that I was opening up a dark, and torturous secret.
Max gasps.