We all had no idea what time it was now. We were locked in windowless rooms, you see. But that was the least of our concerns.
We were hungry, and imprisoned.
I could hear Gazzy's stomach growling now -- which was not a good sign. Nudge gave me a look that also spoke of her hunger.
They were starving us to death.
No, Max. They aren't, interrupted the Voice. They're just testing your abilities.
Well, this is the best test they've ever given us, I thought sarcastically. What's next, making us walk over fire or something? I think that would be really enjoyable.
As expected, the Voice did not respond.
"How the heck are we supposed to get out here?" I muttered angrily, speaking to the Voice. "How do you expect us to, when we're here, weak with hunger?"
They'll feed you in an hour, reassured the Voice. Don't worry. Just relax. You need your strength.
I just kept quiet then, and started thinking of possible plans.
"Max?" asked Angel, her eyes drooping.
"Yeah, sweetie?"
"They said they'll feed us in an hour, right?"
"Mmhmm."
"So I was thinking, once they open our crates, we'll try to kick their butts so that we can run," she said.
"Well, that could be. One thing, though. What if Fang decides to look for us?" I enquired, seeing the possibility.
"Well... I don't know." She looked sad.
"Don't worry, sweetie. Your plan's fine. We'll try it, okay?" I told her.
"Okay," she frowned.
I went back to my thoughts. What if Fang really looks for us?
I didn't want to think about it.