Ok. I'm loving that people are reading this story. Thanks for all the random people out there who reviewed to my story. :D Well, looking back on my first two chapters I realize that there is something VERY important that I forgot. Let me do it now.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of James Patterson's books, ideas, or characters. As much as I wish I did, I don't. So…yeah. Life just sucks like that. (sigh)…
RECAP: (the conversation between Gazzy and Iggy. Gazzy starts…)
"How long have you known that you could do this?"
"I've had a feeling since that night Max told us about living with Dr. Martinez."
"THAT LONG?"
"Um…Yeah. I guess I should have told you earlier, but…"
"But WHAT? I thought best friends didn't keep secrets from each other! You should have told me, Ig."
He is storming out the door in one of the worst moods I've seen him in. I hear the door slam as he walks to the back. I hear his wings start flapping as he starts to fly around. I know he's gonna be back though. He'll be back in about an hour. I tuck myself in and go to sleep.
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It's another day with a, thankfully, dreamless night. I hear snores and know that Gazzy's in the other bed. It's good to know for real he's safe, even though I already knew he would come back. Knowing what's about to happen and knowing you have to face it is way scarier than not knowing and waiting to see what's gonna happen.
Having to get out of bed every morning is a pain. I love being asleep, even if I'm dreaming about what's going to happen. At least it takes me away from reality and gives my mind a rest. But if it's going to be like this, meaning the dreaming about the future and all, I wonder if I'll ever want to get any sleep ever again.
I open the door to our room and I'm walking out when I walk into something. Reflexively, I punch out, not knowing who or what it is. Whatever it was made a large, "Oomph," and fell to the ground with a thud. Naturally, somebody was going to hear it. It just happened to be Nudge.
A loud scream filled the walls of the house. "OH MY GAWD!!!! IGGY JUST KILLED ELLA!!! Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod…."
Ah, yes, here are the footsteps now. Max has just gotten here and is trying to shut Nudge up. "Nudge, sweetie, Ella's not dead. She's just unconscious. That genius didn't think to ask who it was he was punching."
"Hey!" I say defensively. "Would you ask an Eraser who he was before you punched him? You realize I'm blind, right? I didn't know who I was punching!"
"But we're in the house! Who would break into the house and just stand there waiting for you to punch them?"
"What if it was an Eraser? Would you be yelling at me then?"
"No, but as it is, ELLA IS NOT AN ERASER!"
I've had enough. I throw my arms up in disgust and walk down the hall and out the door. Safely into the trees, I unfurl my wings and fly.
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Here's how my mind is working.
Does she really think I'm that stupid?
What is her problem?
She needs to quit getting so freaking mad about accidents.
Why does she get so freaking mad about accidents?
I don't think she realizes that they probably added extra rebelliousness to me once they made me blind. Stupid-ass white coats...
…What's that sound?
…It sounds like more wings.
Must be Fang, coming to fetch me home on Max's orders.
He needs to get a grip on himself. He's doing everything to make Max happy lately…kind of like she's…
…no-o…it can't be true…
…Max?…no way…
Whoever's behind me is getting close.
"FANG!" I yell over my shoulder, "FANG! DON'T BOTHER TRYING TO BRING ME BACK! I'LL COME BACK WHEN I'M GOOD AND READY!"
I hear laughter. Not just from behind me, but from the sides too. It's like I'm surrounded. I know it's not Fang. They're laughing like it's painful to laugh. I would be in pain too if I was an overgrown puppy with wings that were probably painfully sown onto my back.
"Hey, freak! Wanna play catch?"
What the hell?
"Oh, right! You're blind! You can't see where the ball is coming from!" More laughter. It wasn't even funny. Their sense of humor really needs a lot of work.
While I'm hovering, wondering how best to kick their giant hairy butts, I hear a whoosh from above me and a net catches me. I'm struggling as hard as I can. Suddenly, I realize what I have with me. As somebody above me pulls the net up to a chopper I can hear in the distance, I continue to "struggle" while reaching into my back pocket for a lighter.
Got it. Now I've got to light it without anybody realizing what I'm doing. Otherwise, I'm out. I didn't even stock up on bombs before I left…How stupid of me… I got it. I feel the heat from the little flame. Now I rub it against the ropes of the net.
"Hey, bird freak! Whatcha got there? You need a little light?"
Damnit…they see me. I hope it isn't too early!
"Hey, birdie! The doctors are gonna be mad if you burn yourself!" He kicks the lighter from my hand. It falls down out of the sky. I can imagine the flame going out as it falls quickly into the trees. My hand hurts.
I am not going to give them the satisfaction of crying out in pain, or saying anything to protest. I am not going to play into their hands. That would be stupid. We're at the chopper. I hear it loud and clear. They dump me in. I hear a couple familiar voices. Both are unwelcome.
"Can I please just kill this one now?"
"Not now Ari. We need to make sure we can fix him first. If we can't, then we'll tell Maximum we have him. She'll come try to rescue him. We'll kill him before she can, though. That will be one less distraction from her mission to save the world."
"Maximum this, Maximum that. Why can't you ever pay attention to your own son, Jeb?"
"Maybe because my son is no longer the boy I once knew. He died and then you came along. Do you think I like that you chose the life of an Eraser?" Wow. Harsh. Especially from Jeb, who was always a people pleaser…at least around Max. "Besides, you and I both know that Max is my daughter."
I roll my eyes. It's good to still have eyes to do that with. It's getting dark. The chopper seems to be losing altitude. I guess we're landing.
Jeb leans in close to me. I feel him breathing right next to me. "Welcome home, Iggy." I snort. Does he think home is back at the School for me? I sure as hell don't. He starts babbling and says, "You're really clever, aren't you. But I suppose you would be. I mean, you've been leading a harder life than the rest of the flock, save Max. You had to deal with being blind. I'm very proud of you and how well you've handled it." Here it comes… "But you don't have to deal with it any more. We have found a way that we're sure can fix your eyes. Just stay with us long enough to fix them, at least."
Ha. Little did he know… I actually am good at having backup plans. When my lighter was taken away from me, I remembered the Swiss Army knife I kept with me. I pull it out and right now, I am quietly hacking away at the ropes of the net. Nobody suspects a thing.
"Please Iggy, don't think of trying to cut these ropes away with that little knife of yours." Damn… "I'm seriously trying to help. Please… believe me."
Does he really think that I'm gonna trust him after he betrayed us? He better not think so. He's gotta be smarter than that. A few seconds pass and I realize he is. He whips out a needle and sticks it in my neck, injecting something that's gonna knock me out. As I slip away from consciousness, I hear him saying quietly, "I'm sorry…"
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This chapter seems short to me, but hey. It had a lot of content to handle. I'm gonna make a deal with you guys. Gimme at least five reviews and then I'll update. I swear it. See y'all five reviews later:D