How long have I been here? Hours? Days? Weeks? They caught me and put me in a white, medium sized room. They slid scraps of food, with a little bit of water, through the almost three inch gap under the white door about what seemed every like ten hours. The walls are about seven feet up and there's a camera in the corner. I would be able to smash it but the camera's about four inches higher than I can jump and there's something wrong with my wings, but they just won't work. It's like they'll only unfold a little and even then I cant flap them the slightest bit.
And the worst thing is I have no clue where Angel is. I don't know if they shut her mind down, or if they have her in the cell next to mine. Max made a promise that as long as she was living that none of us would be back at The School I made her break that promise. Then someone slid something in a small shoebox under the door I slowly walked over to it, picked it up, and opened it.
Inside was Angels left, pink sneaker. We had found the right one in Paris. That was it. They had taken one of the people I care about most in the world away from me. I started pounding on the door and yelling. "LET ME OUT! YOU'RE ALL COWARDS! PSYCHOTIC EGOMANIACS!"
"Fang, please," said Dr. Marteniz, unlocking the door to the room, "Quiet down. Some of the Experiments are trying to rest." She was pulling a gurney by the foot end and dragged it to the far corner. "You might be interested to see who this is," and she left, locking the door behind her.
I walked over to the gurney and saw short, curly blond hair. It was Angel. I couldn't help but gasp. "Angel? Is that you?" She opened her eyes, and they were a cloudy blue, kind of like Iggy's.
"Yeah." She said in a quiet, raspy voice.
"What did they do to you?" I asked, picking her up and sitting on the floor, with her on my lap, and hugged her tight.