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Ellie

29 POV

She clearly didn't get it. I had wings too. However, instead of whipping out one of the many witty comments I had available, I simply repeated the three words that had kept me locked inside this insane hell hole.

"Not enough speed."

MAX P.O.V

My head was spinning. Great. Just splendid. Now, I had not only Fang, but now a female- black winged-silent-unemotional-freaky-mutant. Perfect.

My eyes flicked back to the page, then widened.

"I know it! I have super-speed!" I slapped myself on the forehead for not thinking of it sooner…well, I tried to slap myself on the forehead. The stupid wrist restraints only made me look moronic.

"It might not be as fast as it usually is if I have baggage, but I'm sure it can be done!" I said, growing more excited by the minute. I turned to see her expression. It was as impassive as ever, but when I looked deep, deep, deep into her grey eyes I saw a flicker of something. It was gone too quickly to identify: but it was something. Before I could ask her about it, everything went dead.

Not around me: in 29's face. It had gone from freakishly unemotional and impassive to….dead. She seemed to be a sculpture, and an unemotional one at that. But she was…gone. Her very life winked out in front of me.

I nearly had a heart attack when she spoke. Imagine being in a morgue, and having a corpse open it's mouth to chat.

"White coats." She whispered. "Asleep." I got her drift and laid myself down on the cold metal bed. She did the same.

A painfully thin blond white coat entered, tensing at the very sight of 29. She stiffly walked to the bed, pulled a screeching chair up behind her, and gracefully sat down. Her back was to me, so I could open my eyee a crack and see both of them clearly enough.

"Experiment 29, we go through this everyday." She said with a sigh, and the countenance of one who knew there was a long trial ahead. "One word. It could honestly be any word ever spoken in the history of humanity. Hell, any noise ever emitted by any creature, living or otherwise. Please?" She pleaded. 29's ashen face continued to resemble a corpse.

As if as a second thought, the blond whitecoat reached out, checking for a pulse. Apparently she got one, for she pulled back from the body with a sigh. Her face suddenly went though a rapid change, as she switched her tactic.

"Damnit, 29 I know you can talk. I've seen countless MRI's of your brain and CT's of your throat. No way you spoke for 8 years, even sparingly, then suddenly lost all ability to communicate. If this muteness is your way of rebelling, it won't last forever. We will beat that voice out of you even if the first noise you make is a shriek of agony." She had leaned closer to 29 with each word, and by the end the words were being hissed rather than spoken.

Still, 29 had not flinched, blinked, or even slightly shifted a muscle during her speech. Both of them had apparently forgotten my existence.

When 29 still refused to respond, the tooth-pick blond removed a nasty looking syringe out of her coat pocket. It looked like it was filled with lemonade, but something tells me it wasn't quite so sweet.

"Well, by now you certainly know the drill. Poison, once injected, will attack and infect each and every cell it encounters, and will subsequently form an army of diseased cells. Your body will slowly shut down, your immune system will crash due to the invaders. Just before it actually kills you, I will inject the antidote. To avoid this wonderful process, just say No. Or, anything really." She paused, to see if 29 would follow her advice. The girl didn't even flinch.

The whitecoat jabbed 29 in one swift movement. As soon as I had seen her wind up, I had closed my eyes.

Hey, needles freak me out. They'd do the same to you if you had grown up in a torturous lab.

Apparently, this didn't apply to 29. When the needle punctured the skin, she merely turned to gaze at the liquid oozing into her skin. This was a clear act of defiance, showing the whitecoat she was quite aware of her surroundings. This only infuriated the woman more. I could've sworn 29 rolled her eyes when the whitecoat spoke again.

"Pain receptors reach the brain in 3…..2……1….." 29 sent her another cold glance. The whitecoat watched the clock for exactly 2 minutes and 7 seconds. She (seemingly reluctantly) removed another syringe, this time with a clear liquid filling.

"Body shuts down in 5 seconds…" she stabbed 29 again.

"Antidote subdues poison…..now." 29 looked at her arm where the second syringe had entered. There were a few seconds of silence, before the Whitecoat said with a sigh,

"Be back tomorrow. Just…think about it." She seemed almost…sad? No. That could certainly not be. I shook my head in defiance. Just staying at the school for too long and already my thoughts were being affected.

The door clicked behind the blond-haired woman, and all was quiet again.