It's very surprising what one bite can do, especially in Kane's case. I must admit I never thought about what kind of abilities she had or that they were more potent and powerful than my own. I guess when you spend a majority of your time catching bird kids for a living you tend to underestimate them.
I squeezed the throbbing bite mark on my wrist and waited to see what Kane would do next. Gozbud made the first move, which is always a mistake. You should never make the first move in a fight unless you can make it work to your advantage. Because two things happen when you strike first, one you're blamed for starting the fight and two your opponent if their smart, will counter and figure out the best way to beat you. Kane and Gozbud charged at each other and collided with such force that it sent a slight tremor through the ground. Kane raised herself up and slashed Gozbud with her claws making very fine slices in his hide very similar to razor blades. Gozbud roared in a pain and clubbed her in the side of the head. She let out an instinctive yelp and then raised herself up again this time, burying her claws into Gozbud's shoulders and used all her weight to throw him over on his side. Kane pounced on Gozbud and went for the throat. However, she only sunk her teeth in slightly, because Gozbud gruffly seized the thick fur on Kane's neck and ripped her off. She pulled away from Gozbud's grip, leaving a chunk of her fur in his hand, then bounded forward for another attack. As they fought, I spared a look at another battle happening above me. Mercy and Raf were going at, swooping and diving at each other like angry sparrows. Raf and Mercy's resemblance to each other was remarkably striking. You'd think that they were brother and sister.

I dodged another swipe from this boy's claws. Man they were sharp…like little pieces of obsidian carved to a fine point. There was something about him something familiar. His eyes were cold and distant as if half of him was missing. Who was this kid? I tried entering his mind to figure out what made him so familiar. But just breeching the outer layer of his mind was so frustratingly cloudy and ambiguous; I did not to journey further. I noticed that the kid's wing pattern was off. He would sink down about a foot and then desperately flap his wings to stay level with me. There was no visible damage to his wings from what I could see…either he was hiding something or he was just a bad flyer. But what ever the reason, I had to use it to my advantage.

My wings were aching again…almost throbbing…It was hard to stay in the air and not telegraph that I was hurting. Flap! FLAP! Suddenly, Mercy flew at me and locked her arms around me, then closed her wings. NO! She's acting as dead weight. It was harder to stay in the air. Not wanting to add anymore damage, I closed me wings and we began to free fall. What I was trying to do was…uh…okay I really didn't know WHAT I was doing, but it felt like a good idea at the time. The ground was speedily approaching and I resisted the urge to open my wings and I locked my arms around Mercy. As we got closer, she became more animated pushing on me trying to get away. But I just tightened my grip if I was going to crash, she was coming with me. Mercy glared at me then TELEPORTED! Oh crap I forgot she could do that. Mercy reappeared behind me and grabbed a fist full of my hair. With one swift jerk she tossed me at the unbroken glass window of an office building. Quickly I focused on the glass and was able to make it form a large opening for me to fall through. I landed on my back and slid across a long polished table. I raised my hands and sealed the glass up. The room I was in looked like a conference room of some kind, equipped with chairs, a coffee machine in the far right corner and a dry eraser board. Mercy hovered outside of the window.
"Come out and play…I won't hurt you," she said. Anticipating an attack I concentrated on all the windows and made them as malleable as possible. But Mercy just hovered there. Then she moved closer and tapped on the window. "Can we not fight for the time being…I want to talk to you first." I looked at her quizzically; did she think I was that stupid?
"Please? I knew what you were thinking while we were fighting. You're wondering why I look so familiar to you?" I knew she was telepathic so I wasn't all the surprised.
"What does that matter to you?" I asked.
"I'm thinking the exact same thing. Let's just talk… no tricks," she said.
I shook my head "Unlike PC I'm not that gullible or stupid." She frowned playfully and backed away.
"Fine then."
Moments later a chunk of concrete barreled into one window and then other various objects were hurled into the others, one of the objects being a car. But the glass acted like rubber and stretched, while Mercy telepathically pushed the debris at me. Ten minutes ticked away and neither me nor Mercy was able to push the other back. I knew this couldn't last….it was only a matter of time until Mercy crashed her way in and I felt cornered. Where was PC! I NEED MORE HELP!...

I hadn't felt cornered in a long time…no one likes begin cornered. It drives you crazy, because, you are in a situation that you can only hope or pray that something will save you or you will somehow overcome your enemy. Unfortunately, I could hope and pray all I wanted. It didn't help. The glass that was stretched taut on all sides was slowly cracking. I needed to think of a way out of this. Usually it was PC who got me out of fixes like this...but since he was indisposed I had to think of something. Worry was piling up in my mind. Suddenly, an invisible force most likely, Mercy's telepathy seemed to constrict my thoughts…it was trying to make me lose focus. My concentration was wavering and my outstretched arms were beginning to tire at an alarming rate. Leaving me no time to think, Mercy using psi waves, hurled me backwards and just like in a movie all the windows blew out. Everything from concrete, signs, bicycles and a small Chevy came pouring in. My impact into the back wall aggravated my already aching wings. I lay there under rubble curled into a tight ball. I heard glass crunch as Mercy gracefully landed inside. As she walked, whooshing sounds could be heard as her telepathy threw aside pieces of wreckage. "Get up!" I screamed at myself "She's coming." My hand swiftly glided across the floor so that when she got to me …I'd be able to get myself out of this predicament.
WHOOSH the debris covering me was blown away and Mercy stood over me, her arms crossed. "I just wanted to talk…you're so difficult, just like PC." She made a lifting gesture and I was involuntarily on my feet and plastered against the wall. Next my fingers began to peel back and a shard of glass fell to the floor and broke. I was scared now…disarmed and completely helpless against a telepathic psycho…remember I was never taught teleblocking. "Were you planning on using that little piece of glass to hurt me? That's not very nice…actually it's kind of rude to stab someone when they are in conversation," she said holding up her arm where I had wounded her the first time. I said nothing…I had nothing snappy to say nor was I feeling brave enough to make her mad. Mercy cocked her head to one side "You don't talk very much do you?" Again I kept my mouth shut and just blinked at her. "I'm curious, you look awfully familiar to me…What's your name?"
" I don't want to tell you that," I said. "I'm just a stupid nobody…like you said."
Mercy made a smirk, "Very cute…But I have my methods of finding out." She took a few steps closer to me.
"Shouldn't you be more curious about PC than me?"
Mercy laughed and then caressed the side of my face with her hand. "I have known PC for a very LONG time. I know all I care to know about him…Now hold still …I'm going to find out what is it about you that makes you so familiar…This may sting." Mercy moved her hand to my forehand and tried as I might I couldn't move. She closed her eyes….

I was willing to go through this kid's mind to find out who he was. The fact that he was familiar to me and I didn't know why, drove me crazy. Normally I wouldn't do this to anyone. But this was a special case. I ignored the sound of his claws tearing at the wall, the slight contortions of his body under my hand, and his eyes rolling back. Everything in his mind flashed through mine in an unorganized and distorted way. This has to be a smoke screen. I probed deeper and the frenzy of activity slowed to a crawl. A thought or two would pass, but otherwise it was as if this kid was in comatose. It was frustrating…come on give me a name! Rafmire….that's all that resonated strongly…Rafmire….The name registered to me but only a little. The next strong thought resonated…CROWS…crows….CROWS! Useless thought...I probed deeper…

I can't explain very well what it's like to have someone invading your mind and poking through your most private thoughts. But I think that what happened next saved my neck. Mercy released me and I fell to the floor. The sound around me was clouded…very similar to what you would hear with your head stuck underwater…then it slowly cleared. I looked up and saw Mercy fighting with a large CROW! She screamed at the thing and swatted at it with her fists. Soon hundreds of crows were pouring into the room cawing loudly and attacking Mercy. As they occupied her, I headed for a shattered window and took flight. Some pain had subsided, but I knew it would still return. Outside more crows darkened the skies in enormous flocks. Mercy, a few seconds later, burst from the building cursing at the birds as they pecked her ruthlessly. She darted this way and that trying to shake them off. She popped a few with telepathy, which was parctically sickening, then landed on a rooftop opposite of me. The crows that perused her returned to my side.
She smiled at me, "So you think you're the only one gifted with birds? You are mistaken," she said darkly. Mercy screamed at the sky and soon a huge shadow began to appear in the distance behind her. Whatever it was the creatures that made up the shadow were much larger than crows. They let out coarse cries and descended on my birds , with large thick beaks and cold beady little eyes. Ravens.

Mercy and I flew off our rooftops and came at each other, our wings beating swiftly, with our personal armada of birds following. We clashed and began to hit each other and then broke away. I darted at her and slashed Mercy's face with my claws. She gritted her teeth and held her cheek. I was beginning to dislike her very much…so I hoped to turn into minced meat. As we fought the crows and ravens fought each other fiercely spiraling around us in a huge whirlwind of birds, cawing, pecking, scratching, flying and falling.

I had never seen anything like what I was seeing now. The only things that compared to this display was this Alfred Hitchcock movie I saw when I was ten and the time Raf and I were fighting Storm in Garner Springs. Kane and Gozbud stopped their fighting to stare. Among the black birds I saw Raf fighting Mercy fiercely. Occasionally debris would fly up from the ground and strike the birds. Taking advantage of the moment, Kane launched a surprise attack hurling Gozbud bodily through the air and sending him into another building. The weak structure could not take the force and collapsed on top of him. After the dust settled, there was no movement. All that could be seen of Gozbud was his feet, which I expected to curl back like the witch on the Wizard of Oz and his deadly tail. But Kane and I both knew this was only temporary. She moved toward me and clamped her jaws around the concrete slab that pinned me down.
"Thanks," I said. "Why are you—?"
She snorted, "Don't get all sentimental on me, PC…I'm just doing my job. Jeb was pretty angry that you came back maimed after that fight with Card and blamed me. You're expensive, PC, and I am just protecting Jeb's investment." Ouch, that was mean, but I guess I deserved that.
"I'm sorry…" I said. "I didn't mean to hurt your feelings last night."
She snorted at me again, "You? Apologizing…Mercy must have rattled you more than I thought."
"Well I am sorry…whether you choose to accept is up to you," I said examining the wound in my leg.
Kane looked up at the aerial battle above, "Raf is really holding his own up there. I'm impressed."
"I am too…he usually has the reflexes of turnip when we're at the School." Kane smiled in the only way a beast could, showing all of her sharp teeth.
"Kane…how did you do that?" I asked.
"Do what? Transform?"
"Yeah."
"My ability allows me to change into anyone or anything…but I have to have a sample of their blood. Your blood has so many different strands of DNA grafted together, that the form I am in right now is just one of the things you could have become," she explained. I noticed Kane's long legs were shaking slightly.
"Are you injured?" I asked.
"N,o I—." A furious roar erupted from under the crumbled building and Gozbud rose up out of it, covered with dust and eyes burning with anger. "I'll explain later," she said, turning and running at Gozbud. She leaped at him claws out. Gozbud snarled and slammed his fist on top of her head. Kane whined and hit the ground. She laid there, her sides heaving.
"Get up KANE!" I shouted her. Gozbud picked Kane up and held her above his head and roared again triumphantly and threw her down. She howled mournfully and the crackling sounds of bones began and she returned to normal shape and size.

I punched Mercy hard, as the pain in my back escalated and every time it did, I fought harder. The sooner this fight ended the sooner I could rest. Mercy fought her hardest as well, but I think she was holding back slightly. Instead of trying to out fly me, she began to teleport and dive at me. I tried countering the best that I could and now I understood PC's frustration. Crows and Ravens were beginning to retreat. I was glad that they weren't all slaughtered like before. But there were some casualties though. Mercy dove at me and clipped my shoulder and I lashed out at her, but missed. Then CRACK! I'm not going to lie. When that happened I screamed so loud you could have heard it for miles. Mercy had teleported again and had her foot on my back and was pulling on my wings. I heard more cracking sounds as she pulled. Crazed with pain I focused on every little piece of glass in the area and sent it straight up at her. She threw me down to the ground. As I fell I closed my eyes…I didn't care what happened to her.

Gozbud raised his heavy hands to crush Kane's fragile form. Angry, I quickly grabbed the heaviest thing that I could lift and hurled it at Gozbud. As it knocked him down, I ran for Kane, blood pouring down my leg and stabbing pain coursing up to my thigh. I swiftly scooped her up and jumped away as Gozbud lashed out with his tail. I fell backwards as I landed.
"Hey! Hey! Are you okay," I said patting the side of Kane's face gently. Her eyes fluttered open.
"Yeah…I think," she sad moving around. Her legs were covered with bruises so were her arms and onside of her face. Kane reached for my wrist.
"Hey!" I tapped her forehead "No biting, that hurt. Take it easy for the moment." She let go and I laid her down next to me and she sat there on her knees. I think I should have let her, when I saw Gozbud coming towards us again, because I had no idea how I was going to fight him with an injured leg. Then I heard the ominous crack of bone and Raf scream. I took my eyes off of Gozbud and searched for Raf. He fell fast and landed a few feet away. He groaned and curled up…his wings lay sloppily on his back…almost limp. Mercy landed with minimal injuries and a horde of glass under her control. Gozbud stopped his approach and waited on her command. She looked tired, but was ready for any last minute resistance. The glass floated beside her making faint jingling sounds. She looked at Rafmire; her eyes seemed to show some sympathy and the tiniest bit of remorse. Then she looked at me and her gaze changed.
"PC, why do you have to make things so difficult?" she said stomping her foot. I turned to shield Kane as five shards shot towards us. I grunted at they buried into my back. I turned to Mercy and plucked them out.
"No one asked you to come here, Mercy." She tossed a glance at Raf then back to me. "You're right…But this is strictly business and since there is no one else here to protect you. I'm afraid it's lights out…permanently." Mercy pointed at me and the glass came fast. I closed my eyes there was no where to run. If I moved now Kane could be hurt. But nothing happened. I opened my eyes slightly and saw the shards inches away trembling. Raf had one arm outstretched.
"Stay out of this, Raf," Mercy said through her teeth. Raf shook his head and slowly redirected the stream of glass at Mercy. She ground her teeth, concentrating hard. Amazingly, Raf over came her power and sent the glass spiraling towards her. She stopped it, but one got through and struck her shoulder. Full of fury she shot the glass at me again with tremendous force, but then at the last minute it was redirected. SHINK! My eyes widened as Raf collapsed to the ground with a bunch of glass buried in his torso……

Now I am not going to discuss this in detail…but let me just tell you there was blood…everywhere. I heard Kane scream and I just sat there feeling cold and stiff. You know when you see something that you shouldn't and you want to look away but you can't? That is how I felt. I thought Raf was dead instantly. But I saw him moving slightly…more like twitching.
"Kane...KANE! Pull yourself together…your cell get us some help…Now." Then I turned to Mercy…she was on her knees? She was holding herself and her eyes were half-lidded and tiny streams of tears came down. When she noticed me, Mercy regained her composure and got to her feet trembling and unable to stop the tears.
"Stupid nobody," her voice taut, "You shouldn't have gotten in the way." Her mixed attitude infuriated me…did she feel pity or not?
"MERCY!" I snarled at her. "You want me dead! Then take me!" I got to my feet and opened my arms "Take me NOW!" Gozbud made a move.
"NO!" Mercy snapped coldly, he stopped in his tracks.
"PC? What are you doing this for?" she asked quietly.
"WHAT?"
"Why are working for the Whitecoats?"
"I did it for the Net—."
"Bree," Mercy said disgustedly. She held up her hand before I could object " My god…you've been taught to lie to others so well you even lie to yourself…Pathetic. This has always been about one other person Breeaka. …How selfish."
"Shut up you don't know anything!" I snapped.
"Are you sure that, that girl is worth Rafmire's life? Or better yet, the lives of all the other experiments you've captured? After all…BREEAKA WANTS YOU DEAD?"
"QUIET! If I hear one more word out of you, I'll—."
"You'll what?" Black cars began to arrive and I heard Kane hang up her cell phone. "It seems your friends have arrived." I snarled again and she shrugged. "Think about what I said PC and don't think you're safe yet either…I'll be back to finish the job." I looked over my shoulder and saw personnel and Erasers arrive. When I looked back, Mercy and Gozbud had disappeared. "If Raf dies…his blood will be on your hands and then my business with you will become personal."….

We arrived several miles outside of the town. My composure was close to being a complete wreck. Gozbud was upset that I didn't let him finish PC. But one look from me shut his gaping jaws. I felt sick to my stomach. Leaning against a tree I cradled my head in my hands. While I had probed Raf's mind, I had learned fragments of information, but those fragments were enough to help me remember. These memories made my deed even more despicable than before. But I couldn't dwell on it…the kid will be dead in a couple hours anyway and then it wouldn't matter.
Gozbud looked at me concerned, "Are you alright Mercy?" I looked up at him…I wouldn't sink to PC's level now. I shook my head and said, "No Gozbud…No."

I sat there in a dark room, curled up in one corner. My tail wrapped around me feet, while I held my head in my hands. There was no light and very little sound that penetrated the thick walls on occasion. I picked at the metal chain around my ankle and listened to the sound of it jingle. I hadn't seen Raf in several days. Not since we were picked up from that small town. When the Whitecoats and their buddies arrived…I had completely lost it...There is something about watching your friend get stabbed and then being told that the four years you had served a person that you truly despised was selfish and meaningless…that makes you want to hit things and unfortunately for the several Whitecoats and Erasers present, I took it out on them. They were finally able to bring me down with a sedative …several in fact, which made me so groggy I had trouble breathing. When I woke up I was reprimanded for my outlandish behavior and then was placed here …isolation. It wasn't like the new tanks that had been developed, but it hadn't lost any of its potency. The room was infuriatingly plain and there were markings on the walls where former residence couldn't take the anti-social environment. But I had been in isolation before, so it didn't bother me at all. On a certain level I was grateful for it…because I still hadn't calmed down. Sadness more than anger burned inside me and I didn't know how to deal with it, so every now and then when it became to great for me to suppress I would lash out in ferocious fits… clawing the walls and roaring like the animal I had become. I never hurt myself intentionally though…I saw no point in it, my injuries were bad enough. Day after day I would sit there brooding over what had happened…everything was so wrong…so messed up…a bad dream made real. Mercy had claimed that she had told the truth…but there was something fishy about the whole thing….
Suddenly there was a knock on the door and then the slot opened. One pair of eyes peered in at me.
"What are you waiting for? I can't get up to open the door," I said. The slot closed and light poured into my dark sanctuary. Kane entered with a plate of food and sat down in front of me. Of all the people that could come to council me…Kane was the one I least expected.
"Hey," she said softly. "How've you been?"
I flattened my ears, "I've been better…What do you want?"
"I brought you some food the Erasers say you haven't eaten in days."
"Is that so…too bad for me." She huffed and shoved the plate at me.
"Come on eat…if you don't …they'll force feed you and I don't think you want that."
I shook my head slowly, "No, I don't." I stared at the food reluctantly and then looked away. Kane picked up a roll and tore it in half. She ate it and held out the other half.
"See, its okay," she said coaxingly, "I don't think they are trying to drug you, on." I growled, which made her jump.
"You're talking to me like I'm some kind of tabby cat ."
She pressed her lips and said "Because you're acting like one."
"Meow."
"In case you want to know…they were able to save Raf." I perked up, when I heard the news.
"That's good to hear," I said and for once I meant it. I picked up the piece of bread and began to eat it…it was so dry and flaky it wasn't really worth my effort to chew but I did it to appease Kane. She looked better than she had when we returned. Most of the bruising had gone away.
"There letting you out of here today…in a couple of hours. You can see Raf then," Kane said. She got up and headed for the door. "Eat up," she said pointing at the plate and then closed the door. It locked behind her…..

The hours ticked by and soon Chase unlocked the door and I was released. Chase escorted me to my room, which was empty, dark and quiet. Since Raf wasn't there it was almost like isolation all over again only there were more objects for me to interact with. Later on, Kane arrived at my door and she took me to see Raf. He was asleep at the time and we couldn't enter the room either. I didn't mind that so much. His wings were spread out behind him being held up by weird contraptions that hung down from the ceiling. "What do you know?" I asked Kane.
"The damage was extensive...I heard he spent a great deal of time in surgery. He won't be experiment hunting for a while. Raf's wings are another story… that I don't have details for."
"I might be able to help," said a voice, behind us stood a Whitecoat woman with a file folder under her arm. "My name is Dr.Porter. I'm responsible for Rafmire's health," she said, professionally.
"So you know what's wrong with Raf's wings?" I asked.
" Not entirely…but since he's incapacitated we've been able to conduct a few tests."
"Without his knowledge?" Kane said.
"Hmmm…sounds a little shady, Dr. Porter."
" If you only knew the amount of responsibility and care that you all require … My job is to keep Raf in good condition. I'm the only Whitecoat that agreed to take care of him."
"Is he really that intimidating?" I asked. "You have no idea what he did to his creator," Dr. Porter said, ominously. "Anyways, as you know from being his partner it's not easy to get him to do things once he decides not to do them. I only have his best interest in mind."
I stared at her incredulously. "What have your tests concluded?"
"It's extremely odd…Rafmire's wing bone are surprisingly fragile…he has some kind of avain osteoporosis…If he had submitted to tests beforehand… we might have found a way to cure it…but unfortunately, his wings were severely damaged. Telling from one the joint it looked like someone had tried to pull them off"
"That's what happened," I said.
Dr. Porter frowned at me, "How could you let him fight when he was in that condition." I held up my hands defensively, "I didn't even know about this…Rafmire doesn't tell me anything…I can't read minds. If I had known I wouldn't have even taken him with me." Dr. Porter sighed and shook her head. "Raf will be going into surgery soon…his wings are going to be amputated." She began to walk away and I grabbed her shoulder.
"Come on! You're not even going to ask him about this?" I said.
"There is nothing else we can do…look at this." Dr. Porter held up one the x-ray films. It looked like a jigsaw puzzle…ouch! I swallowed and gave it back to Dr. Porter. She looked just as upset as we did as she walked away. Man, it's times like these I wish I had healing powers……

We stayed outside of Raf's room for a couple more hours, until the Whitecoats came to take him away. Kane and I went to go eat some food. It was interesting that she stayed with me for this long. It was nice and all…but she never did that for me before.
"It sucks, you know," I said, stabbing my food with a fork.
"What sucks?"
"Everything…but more specifically….Raf not having wings anymore….The same thing happened to someone I knew."
"I'm sorry to hear that…when did this happen?"
"A long time ago…" I said, piercing a potato wedge with my claw and popping it into my mouth. "What will happen now?" I asked. "I don't have a partner anymore…at least for the time being."
"I don't know…Usually, when Collectors are killed they go in pairs. This is one of a very few cases where one is still in working order while the other is not. We'll just have to wait and see," she replied.
"Uh huh…"
"If I know anything I'll be sure to let you know." Kane got up and disposed of her tray then left. So it was just me and my questionable tray of what is supposed to be meatloaf. A thought just occurred to me as I sat there…I had not received a message from Bree in a while on top of that... there were two experiments that we were sent out to capture and didn't …the one called Bones and this last one….something wasn't adding up…..

I hate using my ability…not only is the taste of blood nasty, but there are some side effects to my transformations. The first and foremost, is that I need more of that person's blood to stay in that shape… I could have defended PC longer if he would've let me bite him again…But then there is the second side effect. It's very similar to the saying of walking a mile in another's shoes. For an instant I knew what it was like to be PC and on all accounts I would never want to be him. I can't describe what I felt…but I had new found respect for him and I think he found some respect for me too. But something was bothering me. The two experiments we were confronted by were apparently from that Ghost Network the Whitecoats keep talking about and if they knew PC than….oh man, PC is one of the 10 Ghosts! …See I'm not that brainless. He's been under our very noses and no one suspected him….What should I do? I need to give Jeb a detailed report…but I am not as good at bending the truth as PC is…I have to try though…if Jeb finds out, who knows what will happen…..

For the next several days…I spent most of my time wandering around the School…making sure not rouse any suspicion I kept my nose out of where it wasn't supposed to be. I was in human form, regardless of my requirement to stay in my original state. Chase wasn't that bad once you started talking to him…although his cheerful attitude always tended to creep me out. I tried to figure out through him what the Whitecoats were doing and it wasn't much. They had succeeded in making flying Erasers, but they were slow and not very aerodynamic, which was a plus; at least bird kids had some chances against them. With all the deadlier ground based Erasers it was good to know that there were some limited dangers in the sky. Later on, I went to visit Raf , but of course he was asleep and inaccessible. Boredom was bad and uncertainty was worse, but when things couldn't get any worse for you there is always something that comes along. That something happened one night. It was still early, around 8:00 or so and Chase came to the door with a serious look on his face….something was up.
"Come with us," Chase said. He was flanked by two Jawz and I was beginning to get worried.
As we walked down a hall, I whispered to Chase. "What's going on?"
" I don't really know…and if I did I was told not to tell you."
I snorted "Not one of Jeb's "surprises" is it?" Chase shrugged and we all piled into the elevator. We were heading to the lower levels… When the doors opened again we stepped out onto shiny black tile floors.
There was a large desk with the word "information" hanging above it. There were also a few chairs and magazine racks. This was too weird…a lobby? There was a pair of glass doors that showed business hours as well. I gave Chase a questioning look, but he didn't explain anything. We turned to an automatic door and walked back onto familiar white tiles. Jeb stood in the hall way.
"Hello Purple Cat," he said.
"What's this all about?" I asked.
"Calm down nothing is going to happen…yet. There are some people that are here to see you." I cocked my head to one side like a cat. Jeb gestured at the door. "Go on." My instincts were screaming…Run away…but there was no way I could do that successfully. Of all the Eraser types Jawz were the hardest for me to bring down…perhaps that's why they were chosen. I played along…as long I did that, no one got hurt. I reluctantly turned the knob. AHHHHHH! The room was WHITE! What is it with these people! Everything here is decorated like a newspaper it's either black….or white….or grey at times. But I guess we all can't be colorful, but this organization makes plenty of money…feeding off taxpayers like yourselves…what's the deal! …Okay enough of that, there was two way glass on onside and a table in the center, but what was surprising about the table was the people that sat at it….Most of the time, experiments who had been born and bred in a lab would be ecstatic at this moment…me; I was in shock...the people that had come to see me were …..My parents…….