Author's note: Thanks you to those who have stayed to continue readying. I love to hear your opinions on my story and any ways to improve it. I had one reviwer who mentioned that my characters, when they talk, are long winded and don't stick to the point. I have pondered this, but would like your feedback before I decided to change their talking styles, if I do.

If I do change their alking styles it will be because of something that has happened in the story, that I will put in, to change them slightly as it would be difficult to re-write the entire story so far without everything being changed. Thanks and here are the next chapters.

Remember, I don't own Erasers. They are borrowed and Ishould try andreturn themto James Patterson in onepiece. But don't count on it.

Chapter 11

Laura at in the small, two meter long by one meter wide metal cage, huddled up against the cold that crept all around her. The cage was barley one meter high and she was cramped. After the fight at the kid, Nathan's place, they had dragged the four of them back to her birth place at the lab they called Haven, when it was nothing near what the name implied.

Her wings ached from the falling she had down on them and the rough treatment she had received while the Erasers dragged her into the place and chucked her in the cage. The others had been placed in here for the first few hours, and then one by one, they had been taken away and left her all alone in the room, in her cage surrounded by the other cages. Most were empty, but some were filled with misshapen things that shouldn't even exist and were too unspeakable to even describe. Technically she wasn't alone, but these things were either dead, or near death, that soon enough she would be alone in here with the stench of death hanging around like a bad odor.

"I'm sorry Nathan," She whispered to herself, "I should have told you about why I had to escape. Why I couldn't continue being here."

In fact, her life had never been like the other experiments. She was meant to be the replacement to a failed experiment, one that had escaped and avoided being captured. She had been raised as a normal person would be with her own room, television, anything that a normal person would have; only she had the extra wings. They had trained her to think with her mind, to block all emotion, which was the weakness the original had, that she didn't think with her head, but with her heart, her emotions.

But they never told her everything. She was never meant to be the replacement. She was designed to be a part of the sick and twisted game the whitecoats played. They had told her, her final test would be to defeat the failed version of herself, that only one of them could live, but she had ultimately lost. The scientists wanted to see whether an experiment that fights with emotion, is better than an experiment that fights with her head. Emotions won out in the end and the scientists had no more need of her. The original had felt compassion and had let her live, although Laura stilled wondered why that was. The scientists had wanted one to kill the other, but because both were still alive, they were both considered failures.

Laura had been taken to one of these cages and locked up, treated like a normal experiment, a specimen. They had scheduled her for termination three days after she managed to escapes from Haven. During her training she had been conditioned not to feel emotion, but during her time waiting for death, fear began to creep back to her, soon after she escaped other emotions, anger, hatred, despair, bitterness had begun to show. She began to ask herself who she really was, or was she just a copy of some other person, the real person who had spared her life. She was left lost and confused, running for her life that seemed everyday to be more worthless than the previous day. Until Nathan showed her that, although she was copied from someone, she could choose to be someone entirely different, that's why she had decided to help him escape, after she told him about her past.

Just then the door to the room opened and three Erasers walked in, dragging a limp form between them. The Erasers walked past her cage to an empty one next to hers and threw the limp form in and walked back out, leaving her alone again. Laura looked over into the cage and realized that it was Nathan they had bought in, although he was unconscious again, and didn't look a hundred percent. She could see the watch they forgot to take off of him and realized that nearly a full day had passed since their return. Being locked in this room with no day or night, people lose sense of time, shat could be minutes could be days, especially in her exhausted state, while other times, when you couldn't get to sleep minutes seemed like hours.

Laura moved closer to the end of her cage, to get closer to Nathan and see if she could wake him. He was breathing shallowly as if he was in great pain. Then Laura saw the extra limbs that had been freshly grown on his body. He had wings, just like her, they had experimented on him as well. But how? He hadn't been born like that. Unless they had some sort of drug or something that made their bodies change. Maybe that's what's causing him pain, Laura thought, because they are forcing his body to change. I need to get him away from here. He doesn't deserve this.

Chapter 12

The cold metal floor of the cage was soothing against my hot, burning skin. Pain racked my body and I kept floating between consciousness and unconsciousness, unsure of the passage of time. A short while after I had arrived, 'they' had taken me from the cell and down some plain barren white corridors to a large well lit room. The room was similar to an operating theatre you would find in a hospital. In the centre of the room was a metal slab with restraints linked to it to restrain the unwilling volunteers. I was roughly chucked up onto the metal slab, the cold creeping through my clothes and strapped so well into place that I couldn't move a single limb of my body.

A group of white clothed people had surrounded the table, clipboards in hand as if I they were studying a live animal during a biology class. They were most likely studying, but part of a biology class? I highly doubt that. These guys were professionals. I tried to struggle free, but the restraints dug into my skin, causing a stinging sensation each time I moved them.

After that, I couldn't remember properly. I remembered one of the white clothed people approaching my arm and injected it with a syringe filled with a nasty, yellow looking fluid. They emptied the syringe into me. For a moment, I felt nothing, not sure what was mean to happen. Then the pain began. It felt like my body was on fire, every nerve ending was being dipped into molten metal. For most of the time afterwards I couldn't remember much. Each time I woke to consciousness, the pain drove me back under. It seemed like days had passed since that time when I felt arms lift me and carry me back down the corridor to where I now lay in the cage I had been thrown into no so gently upon my arrival. But I was fine with it. The clod hard metal floor was soothing to my sweat covered, pain racked body.

I was dimly aware that I had changed, that something in that fluid had changed me, but what it had done, I couldn't tell. All I could do was lay there, letting the cool metal hold back the rushing heat of my body and endure the pain I was going through. I didn't know how long it was since my injection, and I didn't know how long I would have to endure the pain until it was finished. Most people would have given up to the pain, their exhausted and fatigued bodies not able to go on and they would have died. But I was stubborn; I was going to get through this, so I could get my payback on the people that had done this to me.

I must have passed out again from the pain because a soft voice was whispering not far from me. It was what had woken me up. I looked down at my arm and was surprised to see they hadn't taken the watch away from me. I glanced at the time, but the digital light display was too bright for my eyes, now used to lying in darkness. I closed my eyes to shield them from the light and that was when I realized my hearing was better, my sense on touch, of smell, of taste were better than before. I could feel the dampness of the room creeping over my body. The pain had subsided, for now at any rate, and I was able to move my stiff and sore limbs. It felt as though every bone in my body had been broken and then reset into place again.

"Nathan," I heard the whisper again and turned to the cage next to me and found Laura looking at me worried. "Nathan, you're alright?"

"I feel like every cell in my body was dipped in molten metal and then dropped in liquid nitrogen," I replied, "In short I fell terrible and I feel like I could throw up at any minute. Are you ok?"

Laura was silent before she spoke. I thought that maybe something had happened to her, something that she didn't want to talk about, but then she spoke, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I'm sorry Nathan," she cried softly, "It's because of me, your like this, in this predicament. Remember what that Eraser said before you passed out? That I wasn't as innocent as I seemed to be? I'll tell you why."

I lay quietly in the cage as Laura relayed to me the details of her life. How she was raised to be special, to replace a failed experiment, about the confrontation they had and how both had walked away. Then she explained about how they were different, how she was conditioned to not feel emotion. I felt a pang of sympathy for her when she said that. But she continued on about who after the fight, they were both classed as failed experiments and that one of them was supposed to die. It was just another sick and twisted game to see what would win. The cold logic of the mind, or the kind compassion of the heart. In the end, the heart had won. Laura told me of how afterwards she was dragged to a cell and scheduled for termination.

She told me of how she began to feel emotion again after that, of how she had broken through the barriers around her mind that prevented her from feeling emotion. She told him she escaped, but not how, she said she wasn't sure if they were listening or not, and then of her being chased by the Erasers and her eventual collapse on the tracks from utter exhaustion.

"I used to be one of them," She concluded quietly, "I used to work for them. I can't believe how naïve I was. I'm sorry I kept this from you Nathan. I didn't know how you would react."

"It's not your fault," I said softly, not able to speak above a whisper because of my raw throat, "You were bought up surrounded by lies. I don't think of you any less. People can't help how they are raised. I don't need to forgive you for anything. It was my choice to get involved."

I smiled weakly at this, trying to get her to cheer up and rolled painfully over onto my back and felt something padding the floor underneath me.

"Why is there padding in my cell?" I asked her.

"There isn't" She replied, cracking a smile at my confusion, "They're your wings. Welcome to my world, the world of winged people."

They're your wings. Laura's words rang through my head, reverberating around in there. I handled seeing a winged girl, that was a shock, but one I could handle. After all I did kind of believe in James Patterson's' book Maximum Ride. I read like a thousand times. But this was even more than I could handle. The thought of winged kids in the world was cool, but to suddenly become one? Suddenly my world began to swim and it wasn't from the pain, it was from the shock. I reeled over to the bars and ended up throwing up my breakfast from whenever I last ate. Things had finally caught up to me and my mind couldn't take it any more and I passed out from the overflow of information.