C.H.A.P.T.E.R.F.I.V.E.

Bored, bored, bored, bored, frightened, bored, bored, bored, irritated, bored, bored, bored, a little hungry, but mainly, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, and... Bored. No, it's not like I'm bored or anything. Being sat in a dog crate whilst only being able to hear the whoosh of helicopter propellers swishing around above my head at the speed of hummingbird's wings... Oh, and knowing that I'm going back to hell after only breaking out two weeks ago... Yeah, probably either irritation or boredom are the main sentiments that come to mind for me there...

I sit here, awkwardly and painfully in darkness, the only light seeping through being the teeny tiny rays that sneak through from diminutive holes. They were probably pierced through as a little source of air for the tourturee's. Is that a word? Tourturee's? Well, it is now... I guess, I'm a tourturee again then. And you can imagine how thrilled I am about that.

Sighing, I leant back against the splintered wood of my crate, looking down my body and scrutinizing it. Unsurprisingly, I was absolutely drenched with blood, mud, and disgusting marks that, to be frank, I don't even want to know where they came from. Don't get me wrong, I always am covered in disgusting marks. But it was incredibly noticeable right now considering I've just come fresh from a fight. All of my body looked pretty gross right now, and I was scrunching up my nose just looking at myself. The only vaguely pretty thing I can make out on my body, right now, is a small, heart shaped necklace that was dangling over my chest and swaying as the chopper swoops through the air.

I usually tuck it down beneath my hoody, you know, keep it out of the way while flying. But, there was something about it, which gave me a mental connection. Yes, that sounds weird, I know, I'm a freak. But, that kind of already comes with the wings doesn't it? You wanna know what's really weird about this do-nothing doo-hickey? Well, the chain goes beneath my flesh...

I know what you're thinking. "Okay, she's lost it, so not believable" "moan moan," "Groan groan," "criticize" etc. Well, rant on as much as you want, because it's true. And I can't change the truth. Freaks are taught not to lie you know. I don't know why it is, and I have no idea why it has any significance to me, or why I feel some close connection to it... But, on the back of my neck, at the spot between my shoulder blades, the chain goes beneath my flesh. Weird, right? But, I guess it's probably normal compared to when you think of kids with wings and men who can change into wolf people...

For a moment, I was stretched out across the bottom of the crate, admiring my little piece of jewellery that I kinda liked about myself, but then my head bashed against the side of my crate, causing me to let out a weird noise sounding like an elephant that's falling down some stairs... Kind of like, "Bla-e-air!" Hmm, like you needed to know exactly what it sounded like...

Slowly, the winding of the helicopter droned down to a halt, and I began to hear movement outside my box. School sweet school. Not as catchy as home sweet home, is it? I tried to peek through a tooth-pick sized gap in my box, and frowned, seeing the sliding doors of the black chopper slam to my left, and see the model himself, Jet, step into the chopper and usher two erasers to haul out my crate.

"Wakey wakey!" Jet roared, his mouth practically on the crate as he began bashing his fist against the wood violently, just so that I could become deaf. How thoughtful... "Come on Blondie! Time to meet an old bud of yours." He said, walking alongside my crate boldly and confidently. I already knew who he meant, and unless you call a heartless, greedy, pain-seeking scientist in a white coat an 'old bud', I think Jet was being his usual tormenting self.

"Can't wait, fluffy..." I muttered, sitting on my heels, but leaning against the side of the crate to support myself. "I'm almost as excited about this reunion as you are beautiful Jet..." I heard him snarl stingily and smirked, my eyes still peering through the minuscule hole as I was carried down the corridor. Nothing had changed. There was still the screams that appeared out of nowhere but echoed off of the walls. The miserable aura that just seemed to evolve throughout the building. The white-coats that would walk down the halls, discussing the latest and greatest experiment.

A lot of them seemed to peer into my crate as if I was a rat with the Black Death on my body. I simply grimaced at them with a harsh snarl, and then looked away, being disturbed by the ever-staring eyes that could easily be mistaken as the ones that glow in the darkness of the night. Yeah, it may sound like an exaggeration, but trust me, that's just what they're like. They may seem like they're doing 'research' for the future, but in the end, they're just psycho's that get a thrill out of seeing others in pain. You hear of these white-coats, and I must ask, who seems like the real freaks in this school?

After much deliberation of holding myself up in a cramped box, I was plonked at the end of a row of, well, other cramped boxes. They varied in size though. Some are tiny compared to my crate, but others seem to take up two spaces compared to an average sized crate. All of them. Each and every one of them, holding in the outcome of so many different experiments, successful, and failed.

"Go find Robert. Tell him we've found 45c1a2." Oh yeah, that's my nickname, only really used by the mafia boss of this place, Rob. He doesn't like being called that, which makes calling him it all the sweeter. Jet turned down to me and smirked meanly. He began removing some of the panels that are used only for travel, and then inspected me a little bit more. "Didn't think you'd be back so soon?" He questioned, chuckling a little bit. I nodded to him, and then turned my eyes down to the bottom of the cage.

"I at least expected them to dispose of the erasers when I did..." I smirked, and then flicked my eyes up to him, expecting a growl and maybe a scratch against my shoulder blade. But he showed no emotion. He simply turned and walked out of the room, slamming the oversized metallic door behind him. I heard the roars and snarls then, even from the other side of the door. All the emotions and feelings that were building up inside him were finally being let out. Like me, he would never show his true feelings in front of his enemy.

But like him, only now did I blink a few times, and tremble, tears filling up my terrified eyes. I had been holding in this agonising pain and fear ever since I'd been deceived by Ace. I don't know what it was. I guess there was something about him that I thought would change. That I thought would actually be nice... Guess I was simply being a dreaming Dream. Like I always am. Stupid Dream...

I wasn't whimpering in my box, that's just too far for me, but my eyes were full of heart-rending tears. Some that fell from my cheeks, but others that seemed to stay in puddles at the pits of my eyes. Oh what a baby I've become. I never usually cry. I usually cry when a friend of mine dies, but otherwise, I'm hard as nails...

"Don't cry," I heard beside me. "It's just going to make you feel worse." My eyes slowly rose to my right, peeking into the crate next to mine. There was a little tanned girl with brunette above shoulder length hair looking into my crate, her hand resting on one of the panels of her crate and the other dangling through a hole, whilst she was smiling sweetly towards me. I would say she looked no more than about twelve years old...

I wiped the tears away, slightly humiliated by it, but then looked over to her, crossing my arms and biting my lip. "I don't cry. I just got a bit of blood in my eye. It hurts a little is all." I lowered my head to the crate floor, only just noticing that my hair was now down. The elastic band must have snapped during the fight or something. I frowned to myself, but then heard a giggle coming from little girl. I turned to her, raising an eyebrow and feeling slightly bewildered by her cheerfulness.

"A lot of the boys say that here too. They want to make themselves seem tough." She continued to smile through the empty spaces of wood. She pushed her hand through the gap a little more, and raised her almond shaped, forest green eyes to me. "I'm Adele." She introduced herself, her hand hanging out of the hole like a fishing rod. I glanced at her hand for a moment, and then took it as a gesture of greeting.

I searched around my crate, and then found a gap in which I could push my hand through. I slowly slid it down along the frame, and shook her delicate little hand. "Dream." I said with a loose smile, as my hand began to feel a little weak and loosen with hers. But, it seemed as though I still couldn't pull my hand away, since her hand stayed compactly wrapped around mine. I turned to her, and looked within those seemingly content eyes. Beneath, I could see the fear, and the grief, mixing endlessly, whilst praying for the day when she could get out. I knew that look all too well, because I used to have that look. And I used to experience it every single day of my life. I leant closer towards the side of the crate, and then mumbled to her "I'm scared too." I began gripping her hand a little more and started smiling a little to her.

She nodded, and tittered a tiny bit. "Isn't everyone?" She replied, still managing that smile that every kid has. The smile I kinda miss from when I was her age. "But, I'm going to make it out of here again. I know it." I smiled then, actually I beamed, and then chuckled a little bit. There was something about this kid, her attitude, which made me feel... good. It was sort of encouraging. She smiled, and giggled to herself too, and for a moment, we both seemed vaguely happy. We both seemed to enjoy the presence of someone else who shared the same feelings.

I turned my eyes down to our hands, which were still wound together in a tight knot. I waved it around a little bit, making her smile raise a little bit more than before. She giggled again, now more warmly, and with a certain affection that made me smile back. "You know what?" I started, watching our hands sway back and forth. "I think you'll be able to break out of here Adele." I said to her, leaning against the wood of the frame. Because you don't deserve this... I then thought to myself, my swirly blonde hair now hanging over my eyes.

Without a second word to Adele, the door struck open again, the metal clinking with its hinges. Our hands propelled away from each other like the other had given us an electric shock, as in walked Mr. Handsome (Jet) followed by my old bud. Rob. His eyes were wide and looked the tiniest bit excited as Jet pointed in my direction. And then, his eyes glued to me, as if I were his soul mate or something and he just pictured us in a dark room by ourselves. It was freaking me out to the masses, and for a moment, I felt a mini puke rise up inside my chest.

"You've done exactly what I wanted Jetsam. And earlier than I expected too." He said coldly, looking down at me through his bulky black glasses. His pale skin was looking colder than ever, even with the smart looking grey slacks and red tie that would make someone else look at least a little bit more stimulating. Rob was a very cold, heartless man, in my opinion. Actually, I think it's more in most opinions, if not every opinion. I mean, even the people that have done well for him, he will frown at and pulls a face about them. Oh yeah, he's that kind of man...

I'm not sure whether I hate him more than Jet or not. They both seem as equally foul and evil as each other. Only difference really is that Rob is a big part of the school. In that sense, I guess I prefer Jet. But still, there's something about the two of them that makes me wish they could both just rot in hell for eternity.

"Hiya Robbie." I said with a somewhat chirpy attitude. I peeked through the open panel they were looking at me through, and grinned up to him. "How's life as a sinful idiotic scientist today?" Rob grimaced down to me, before closing his eyes and raising his nose in disgust, his limp brown hair slithering down his bulky shoulder as he coiled round to Jet.

"And it's still like it was." He said, raising an eyebrow with displeasure, and looking back down at me whilst shoving his hands in his pockets. "Hmm, I can see it's still just a disappointment and failed experiment which will just cause trouble and chaos for the lab."

"And proud of it. Rob." I butted in, sneering up to Rob with a smug attitude. I could see in the corner of my eye that little Adele was half smiling, and half astonished that I was so confident in front of Rob.

Rob and Jet both turned their heads to me slowly, and looked down on me sinfully, scowling and grumbling as they did so. "Well, 45c1a2. That really is one thing you shouldn't be proud of." His eyes were now squinted beneath his black glasses, as he leant in closer, and glared at me through the panel. That's when he sneered at me even more, making me shiver a little, whilst he whispered, "Because it's just cost your life."

I stuttered for a moment, as Rob, with that one statement, had stolen my breath, not giving it back until I bottled up all the panic in my body and saved it for later on. I couldn't allow him to see me in dread about an execution. That would just confirm that his attempt to alarm me would've worked. Plus, it's not the character I want to be known as by him. I wanna be known as 'fearless dream' Hey, why didn't I choose that as my name? "Um, she's being put to death, sir?" Jet asked from behind him, his bushy eyebrows lowering underneath his orange prickled hair. Sir? Even Jet doesn't use his real name. How pathetic is that?

Rob crooked to him, shoving his hands in his pockets. "Well, we can't very well keep it for experimenting. It'll just cause distress for out scientists." A smile appeared on my lips, as for a moment, I enjoyed the memories of causing a hassle to the beasts that run this place. "We'll dispose of her in two hours. Enough time to get the equipment ready I assume?" I raised an eyebrow, and shook my head. 'The equipment' is basically just a couple of pairs of handcuffs and a shotgun. Also, a couple of benches that'll be placed around for the erasers to sit on. You know, they need some sort of entertainment, no matter how cruel it is...

I turned my eyes up to Jet, feeling my heart sink down as he nodded, and gawped back at me. I was with Jet ever since he came to the school. He's only four, and still has some sort of a heart buried underneath that bulky body of his. That part of him hasn't died yet. But I think he could be the only one... I can't help but think that maybe he still feels some sort of guilt when he causes pain to others. I mean, everyone does, don't they? If you hurt someone else's feelings, then you've gotta feel shameful and wicked about it afterwards, right? I don't see how erasers are any different if truth be told...

Soon, Rob turned and marched out of the room, crossing his arms as he did so, and no doubt going back to whatever fiendish evil-doing he was doing before. I turned my eyes over to Jet. He seemed unexpectedly traumatized by this too, his eyes being broad, and his head sinking down slowly. "I... I'm sorry." He muttered, turning away from me and walking out as soon as he could, leaving me to watch him go, with speechless thoughts and bewildered eyes.

My eyes lowered to the bottom of my cage abruptly, wide with disbelief and uncertainty. I wasn't sure what I was more shocked about. Whether it was the fact that I just got sentenced to death after only being back in the school for less than ten minutes, or that I had just been apologised to, by Jet. Okay, have I been living on a different planet for the last two weeks, because only now can I tell that so much has changed...

A/N HIYA! :D

So, yet again, L is not amused... okay sorry, I just don't feel that my writting is as good as it was at the start of the story... I like the beggining of this chapter, but, it, it just got bad as the chapter went on :/ Ah well :P Tell me what you think, convince me if you thought it was good.

ANYWHO! hope you liked the characters, and I hope they came out like you guys planned. I know Robert wasn't in it that much, BUT I thought that he will be comming back every so often, so don't worry :)

Thanks for reading! Please review! Hope you enjoyed it! etc. :D

Lele

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