Chapter 46

The cops led us to separate interrogation rooms to question us. We were all too shocked to try and escape. The senator had ended up dead anyway. That meant there were other experiments being forced to do what we had been forced to, or otherwise they had been fed the same lot of lies we had. Reilly would pay for all of this, one way or another.

The police had left me alone in the room, so I looked around. The room walls of the room were plain white, reminding me of the labs I had grown up in, and the only objects in the room were a table, two chairs, a security camera and one of those mirrored walls, the ones you always see in the movies, the one the cops always stand behind and watch the interrogation. How typical. I waited for about ten, twenty minutes before finally the door opened and a guy wearing a black suit, white shirt and a black tie, walked in.

Oh goody, I thought, they've already bought in the big guns.

The guy watched me, took in every detail of my appearance. I stared back at him, analysing him by the way he sat, the way he observed me. This was a no nonsense kind of guy. Someone who was used to getting his own way, no matter what it took. Finally he broke the silence.

"Nathaniel," He called me by my alias, which seemed to be working, "Do you know why you are here?"

"Apparently I killed Senator Johnson," I replied sarcastically.

"Would that be a confession?" The guy asked.

"Of course not," I answered, keeping my voice flat, "I had nothing to do with the Senators death."

"Do not lie to me, punk," The guy shouted, "We have a witness saying you were there!"

"Have you bothered to check the credibility of your witness?" I asked.

The door opened again and in walked another cop. The two of them held a whispered conversation that I couldn't be bothered listening in on. A few minutes later the first person left, leaving me with the new cop.

"My name is Agent Thompson," The cop said, "Now Nathaniel; can you tell me anything about why you killed Senator Johnson?"

I had enough. I stood up abruptly, upending my chair and slammed my fist down on the table. The mirrored wall cracked as I lost control of my Telekinesis.

Chapter 47

I quickly got my Telekinesis under control. There was no need to kill people, even those who knew nothing about what was really going on in the world. I reached down, picked up my chair and sat back don on it, pretending nothing had happened. Agent Thompson looked at me a little shocked. This was a first to him. I decided to take it easy on him.

"I'll talk to you," I said, "Only if I get to meet you so called witness."

Agent Thompson regained his composure.

"I'm sorry Nathaniel; I am not allowed to give you that privilege." He replied

"Then you won't get anything out of me," I replied, "You can try any method of torture on me; nothing could be as bad as what I have already gone through."

"I'll see what I can do." Thompson replied.

He rose up off his chair and walked out of the room. While I waited for him I pulled a feather off of my coat that had come loose from my wing. The camera in the room was busted because of my outburst and the people behind the glass would be gone, scared I would smash it again. I hid the feather up my sleeve and awaited Thompson's return. A few minutes later he returned.

"Come with me," He ordered, "You're allowed five minutes with the witness."

I stood up and walked out of the interrogation room. Thompson led me down a maze of corridors until we reached a waiting room. Thompson opened the door and walked me into the room. Sitting behinds the desk was a kid, about the age of fourteen. He had black mop like hair and was wearing a cloak like I was. I didn't need that to tell me what he was… he was an Angelan like me.

"That's the guy," The kid said to Thompson, "that's the one I saw."

"Who put you up to this?" I asked the kid, "As if I can't guess."

The kid was beginning to look scared.

"You don't understand," He said "They threatened to kill me unless I helped."

I realized that he was trying to help me by putting on an act, helping me without disobeying orders.

"So you decide to sell out one of your own kind," I shouted, "So that you could stay alive! How could you sell out one of your own kind?"

I slammed my fist down on the table. Something I had been doing lately. But I couldn't let Thompson see the feather. As I slammed down my fist on the table, I released the feather from my sleeve and let it fly towards the kid. He saw it and caught it, hiding it from Thompson. Keeping the act up… keeping Thompson in the dark.

"I'm through here," I said, "take me back."

Chapter 48

Terra sat alone in the bleak, white interrogation chamber. The cops had already come in and questioned her, but she had remained silent, even in the face of all their threats. They said she was an accomplice to murder.

This is your fault, Blaze, She thought, it was your plan to come into town. We would have been safe living in the cave.

Terra knew it wasn't Blaze's fault. She was still holding a grudge towards both Blaze and Skye. She was feeling left out, alone. Blaze had taken away the only thing she had, her sister. Skye had also betrayed her trust. They were sisters, Skye had promised to look after her, ever since she found out Terra was her sister. How could she, now that she was spending most of her time with Blaze.

Relationships stuff everything up, Terra thought; I hope I don't end up in one. Without Skye, I don't have anyone. Skye is my only family...and he took that away from me. He took her away from me.

Terra slammed her fists down on the table. She was so confused. She didn't know what to think anymore. Skye and Blaze getting together had torn everything apart. Terra had thought that it was always going to be just her and Skye.

How naïve can I get, Terra thought, to think it would remain only Skye and I. I just wish life was normal, that we were normal. Like that's ever going to happen.

Terra leaned back on her chair and closed her eyes; her mind was a whirling hurricane of confusion. She didn't know what to think anymore.

Life is confusing, Terra thought, why can't it just be simple?

Her thoughts were disrupted by a slight tremor running through the walls. Dust fell from the roof and coated everything in the room, including her. A minute later the door opened and the cop that had questioned her earlier walked in. Round two was about to begin.

"Your friend in the room next door has quite a temper," The cop stated, "it's a pity that he is not going to tell us anything. Maybe you will."

"I won't tell you anything," Terra replied, "I am not going to betray him or my sister to the likes of you!"

"The likes of me?" The cop asked, "What do you mean by that?"

"The ignorant ones. People who have no understanding about what is really going on," Terra explained, "at least my family and I know what's really going on. You live a lie; and you are so close-minded that you only see what you want to."

"And what do you mean by that?" The cop asked, getting pushy.

"I'm not going to tell you anything about us or what we do," Terra said, "the law won't help you. Not for what is coming."

"For what's coming? You are beginning to sound like a little terrorist. Is that what you are your so called 'family' are? Is that what the law can't protect us from?"

Terra snorted. "Do I honestly look like a terrorist to you?"

"You sure sound like it," the cop Replied

"Yeah, well, you're not too far off yourself," she said smartly. Boy, this guy was really started to get under her skin.

"Stop messing around, Girl," The cop said, raising his voice slightly, "stop speaking in riddles and tell us what you know about Senator Johnson's death?"

"Absolutely nothing," Terra replied, "I don't know what you are talking about."

Chapter 49

Thompson took me to a new interrogation chamber, one that I hadn't busted up, and sat me down on the chair behind the table, Thompson right behind me. I prepared myself for the next round of questioning. It didn't come. I waited in silence, watching Thompson, reading his body language. There was something bothering him, but I couldn't tell what. I was about to break one of the rules I had set myself. I used my telepathy to read his mind.

They were acting, Thompson's thoughts entered my mind, there is something that they aren't telling me. It has something to do with that feather; it was too large to be a normal bird's feather.

He knew about the feather, he had seen it, and now the questions would begin. I thought quickly about stories to tell him, but there was nothing that could be believable. I was out of time.

"Nathan," Thompson asked, "what was that feather? The one you gave our witness? I could tell by the size of it that it wasn't normal. It's about time you talked to me."

"Turn off the camera," I ordered. "All the people behind the glass walk out. Only you and me, understood?"

Thompson walked out of the room to talk to his superiors, a few minutes passed and he came back.

"They have agreed, as long as I fill them in on what you said." Thompson explained.

"It would be better if they didn't find out about what I'm going to tell you. I'm putting my life and the life of the others in your hands by telling you this."

"I have to fill them in," Thompson said, "It's my job."

I stood up and thumped the table hard with my fist, breaking it in two; the movement forced me to move my wings, fluttering the cape a small amount.

"What was that?" Thompson asked, noticing the movement on my back. He began to move towards me.

"Nothing," I lied, "it was nothing."

"It looked like you had something hidden under you cape. What is it you're afraid to tell us?" Thompson asked, genuinely concerned.

"Not tell you. It's what we're afraid to show you." I replied.

"And that is…?" Thompson asked.

"Can I trust you not to tell anyone?" I had to know.

Thompson sighed. "This is going to cost me my job." He said, "Fine, I won't tell anyone."

I pulled the cloak off my back and threw it onto the chair. Then I did something I had hoped it would never come to. I spread my wings out and revealed them to Thompson… a human.

He just stared at me in shock, not registering that I was a kid... with wings. I hoped I had done the right thing.

Chapter 50

I stood there with my wings in their normal folded state. Thompson sat staring at me like he was unable to believe any of it, yet here I was standing in front of him, a kid with wings. After a while it finally sunk in, he was staring at a kid with wings.

"Are they real?" Thompson asked, breaking the silence.

"If I can move them," I replied, "they are real."

"I'm just finding this hard to believe." He said, "I mean it's not every day you see a teenage kid with wings."

"You wanted answers to your questions," I replied, "for me to give you the answers; I would have to tell you the complete story."

"The complete story?" Thompson asked, "What do you mean by that?"

I sighed; this was going to take a long time. I sat back down again, wrapping my cloak around me, hiding my wings again. I didn't want anyone to walk in and see them. I could see Thompson was relieved as well. He must have been thinking the same thought.

"So tell me your story," Thompson said.

"You promise not to tell anyone?" I asked, "It could result in your early retirement. The six foot under kind."

"You mean people are being killed to keep all of this a secret?" Thompson asked.

"Unfortunately yes. My mother was an 'unfortunate accident'" I said, "and that is where my story begins."

I began my story by telling him about my mother, Maximum Ride, about how she was one of the first, how she had escaped and was then killed. I explained to him, how they used the DNA of two of those experiments to create me. I then went on to tell him about my life in Eden and then on to the academy. Each time I told him a part of my life, his face grew grimmer. He couldn't believe this was going on. I continued my story, telling him about the master plan they had to use us to eliminate resistance to the new world and allow them to bring the Angelan race into the world.

"Angelan race?" Thompson interrupted, "is that what you call yourself?"

"Yeah," I replied, "we were sick of being called experiments, it was degrading and we didn't like the label of The Others, so we came up with a unique name to call our selves."

"That makes sense," Thompson, said, "continue the story."

I continued. I told him how we were sent out to kill the person that killed my parents. I told him my suspicions that that was only a ploy to get us in the area of Senator Johnson's house, so that we would be assigned to kill him. How we came close to killing him, but didn't. Then I told him about the Erasers and how since then we had been on the run from them, just trying to stay one step ahead of them to survive.

"And that is when we came into town to dispose of the guns." I finished, "that was when you caught us. My guess is that they created the story about the Senators death and blamed it on us, when they were the ones who organised it. The witness in the other room is one of us, most likely frightened into doing the academy's bidding by threats of being killed."

Thompson, sat there think about what I had just said. After a few minutes he asked me one question I didn't have an answer to.

"What are you going to do now?"