Fang's POV
That jerk. All she did was smile. I hate them. Look what they've done to Iggy. Five years ago, he could see. Now he can't, not at all. The first couple years were the worst. He's better now, he's basically accepted his handicap. I can't imagine not being able to see. Like now, for instance, there is this totally beautiful girl in this cage next to me, and Iggy can't even see her. I wonder if he even knows she's in here. She's been out like a light for an hour. Ig has an eye infection, so the white coats gave him some anti-biotics, they make him really tired. So right now, he's asleep. I'm alone, kinda. Not that I mind, I was just saying. Oh, she's waking up.
The girl sits up and rubs her arm, frowning. She notices me beside her and looks me over. Our eyes lock and she smiles. Woah! My guts just jumped out of place. What was that?
"You have wings like me," she says, slowly extending her own pair of beautiful wings. They don't have much room to extend, so she pushes them out to the ends of the cage. "I'm Max, who are you?" she asks with a thoughtful frown. I frown, wondering whether to tell her or not.
Instead I say, "Shh," and point towards the sleeping Iggy. If he had been his normal self, he would've woken up at the first sound, but these drugs have him pretty out of it. She nods, then raises her eyebrows at me, expecting an answer. "Fang," I say, barely above a whisper. She, Max, leans back in her cage and sighs lightly. It's just about feeding time, back where me and Ig used to stay. I wonder if it's the same here.
As if on cue, a code is punched in the digital panel outside and a white coat walks in with three food trays. Iggy bolts upright as the door slams behind the white coat. the man goes to Max first. He tells her to stay back in her cage, so he can put the food in. She does so, and then lunges on the food the second her cage door is closed. He goes to Iggy and repeats the process, then comes to me. Our food is gone in minutes. I was more hungry than I thought. We haven't had food since yesterday, those jerks.
"Fang, is there someone else in here?" Ig asks, already completely aware of Max's presence.
"Yeah, Ig. A girl, her name is Max." I answer, picking some dry bread from between my teeth. "She's got blonde hair and wings."
"Is that all?" he asks, meaning other people.
"Yeah, this room's smaller ," I say quietly. I'm talking too much, but Iggy needs to hear so he can see. I already described the room earlier to him. I look over to see Max giving us a peculiar look.
"Hi, I'm Max. What's wrong with your eyes?" she asks.
"I'm blind," Ig says bluntly. "I'm Iggy."
"Oh," Max says.
I cock my head to the side as I hear a cart and footsteps outside. But that's not all I hear. Just as the footsteps stop, I hear a skin-shriveling scream. I jump, Max and Ig do too. I sneak a look at Max, she's huddled in the very back of her cage, shuddering with wide eyes. She looks how I feel inside. A code is entered as the screaming continues. As the door is opened, the screaming intensifies. These walls must be partially sound proof. They wheel in a cart, with two cages on it. One has a young boy, the screamer, and the other has a girl in in. The boy is thrashing around in the cage, desperately trying to get out. He must be new…
"Let me go! Let me out! Where is she? Let me go! Angel!" he yells, screaming the last part, the name. The white coat kicks his cage and yells at him to shut up. He won't, and resumes with the yelling and kicking and screaming. "Angel, Angel where are you?! Let me out of here! Angel!" A white coat grabs a syringe from within his coat and prepares it. I hear a girl wailing, down the corridor outside. The screaming boy stiffens and then starts yelling again. "Ange! Angel is that you?" The white coat comes closer to the boy with the needle and threatens to sedate him. But as another cart is wheeled into the room, he stops yelling and starts crying from relief.