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I woke up on a dark room feeling groggy and vaguely disoriented. My whole body was sore and my neck was stiff from sleeping in an awkward position. Ignoring my massive headache, I propped myself on my elbows and looked around, taking in my surroundings.
I was in a pale, whitish room made up of solid concrete, no windows and no furniture. Just a plain, simple, wide, gloomy room.
Where the heck was I?
That was the question of the day. I didn't matter how I got here, I had to figure out where the hell I was, find myself a window, break through it and run as fast as I could without getting lost.
Ignoring the pain, I stood up and felt blindly around the room for a door, or any type of escape. There was no lighting whatsoever here, so it was kind of hard to do anything. The room probably belonged in an asylum, all white and bare with absolutely nothing to do except maybe sleep.
It was like my own torture, I wasn't used to white, bland rooms and nothing to keep yourself from going mad. I was used to action, something always happening, not the other way around.
This room was so plain…so simple…so different…so Fang.
The thought was so unexpected that my chest tightened and my mouth went dry.
I never realized how used to him I'd become. His quietness, his serene composure, how everything felt right when he was with me. I never really noticed how tied to him I'd gotten until now and even though he was a complete jerk, the way he made me feel wouldn't change.
Sigh…I sound like a school girl!
I stood up and began pacing the room. This was the plan, I had to find a way to get out of this room, go unnoticed by whatever was out there, figure out where I was and leave unseen by anyone or anything. If anything went wrong, I was toast.
Searching the walls, I finally found what could only be described as a door knob. It was rusty and old but still, it was my only way out.
I took the rusty knob in my hand and gave it a push. Nothing.
I gave it a harder shove and still…nothing.
It wouldn't budge. I turned the knob one last time and used my whole body against the door, pushing and shoving. I threw myself against the door once, twice and suddenly the door gave a small groan and flew open, sending me flying outside.
The first thing to hit me was the smell. A certain smell covered the place, like rubber or plastic, something chemical, like medicine or alcohol. I didn't know why the smell was very familiar. But it was one I recognized from somewhere.
And suddenly I knew.
When I was little mom took me to her job. I remembered that from the instant I walked in I hated the place. I couldn't remember why I hated it, but I did. The smell reminded me of a hospital or a lab, enough to make me beg her to take me back home.
But I wasn't exactly sure if this was the place I'd been before.
Before me a long hallway extended from here to forever. The hallway was covered in doors, different type of doors, which were labeled with numbers. Each door had little windows where you could see from the outside. It wasn't the dark atmosphere my room provided; the hall was filled with light, very hospital-y, just like mom's work place had been.
People with white, doctor suits walked in every direction, never noticing me standing there, gaping at the place like an idiot. I walked solely and purposely, trying to be blasé and pretend I knew where I was going, which as you know, was not the case.
I walked by the first door, room 305. Inside lay a small metallic table, with a light lamp on top of it and some kind of stand with needles, reminding me of the dentist's office.
On closer inspection I noticed someone strapped to it, arms and legs tied to the table with the bright light shining directly on his face. I could see the kid was breathing noticeably hard and his hands were shaking badly.
My first instinct was to barge in and free the poor kid, but past him I noticed he wasn't alone. One of the white doctors carried a tray full of syringes. He took a small needle and when he got closer to the boy, he injected it directly into the kid's forehead.
The poor guy trembled slightly and a shudder ran throughout his body. My hand went to my mouth and my body froze when I saw the guy start convulsing and violent shudders rake all over his frame. White foam oozed out of his mouth and his legs twitched awkwardly after several minutes.
Then it all stopped and the boy didn't move again. His body stopped convulsing and his chest stopped rising and falling. He laid there, eyes staring at the ceiling unmoving, unseeing. The white doctor scribbled something on his board and left, exited the room uncaring, untouched, as if seeing a little kid die wasn't something out of the ordinary.
The horror was too much. Silent tears ran down my face as I continued moving toward the next door, trying to find a window, to escape my awaiting doom. Feeling suddenly ten years older, I looked inside the next room, hoping, praying that this was all a big nightmare.
It wasn't much different than the last room, there was a table in the middle of the room and someone strapped to it, an older boy. He had strawberry blond hair and fair, pale skin. He was closer to the door than the last kid had been, so I could see him pretty well.
From here he looked about my age or so. His features fit him well, not as handsome as Fang but still fairly cute. His strong muscles bulged from the effort to untie himself, and his hands were balled into fists, struggling, fighting.
His hair fell in front of his face, but I could clearly see the grim expression written on his face, awaiting whatever sick, cruel thing was about to happen to him. The boy turned and spotted me on the door, watching him, tears of dread falling slightly from my eyes. His eyes connected with mine and a sudden warmth filled his, making his sullen expression turn hopeful.
'Help' he mouthed and his eyes pleading with mine. His eyes told a million stories, all full of sadness and helplessness, but his imploring eyes never once left mine.
Before I could do anything, a white coat walked in and took out a weird tool out, pointing it directly to the guys face. The boy looked my way once and his pleading eyes turned sorrowful, he looked at me and then turned to face the white coat, face set and expressionless.
I was petrified to the spot, unable to do anything but watch this sick man point that thing to the guy's eyes. The device flashed a dazzling light and the next thing I heard was the boy's screams echoing throughout the hall.
An earsplitting scream was all it took for me to move. I kicked the door open and shoved the device out of the doctor's hand. Tackling the white coat, I punched him squarely in the nose, satisfied once I heard it crack. I took the tray full of syringes and used it to knock him unconscious.
Once I saw the white coat slump, I moved to the boy's side and untied him rapidly.
The guy looked at me and none of us said anything, he stared at me but something was off, he wasn't focusing on me like before, like the look he'd given me before, he stared at me unseeing, unfocusedly. He held his hands up and rubbed his eyes again and again, his face becoming more and more preoccupied.
"I…I…can't see!" The guy told me, frustration coloring his voice. My throat closed and I blinked once, trying to keep the tears at bay.
"I'm really sorry." I managed awkwardly, but sincerely. I couldn't imagine what it was like one day waking up and not being able to see, it was the worst thing possible.
The guy didn't take it too well either. He stood up and when he did, I was amazed to see than he was really tall, a good 5 inches taller than me. He leaned against the wall and punched it repeatedly, hitting it once, twice a third time.
He raised his hands and rubbed his head, knuckles bruised. He turned away from me and stared unseeingly at the wall, not saying anything.
"Hey, look I know it sucks, but right now we can both get out of here, maybe we can help each other, I'm guessing you may know the way around here and we-" He cut me off.
"Don't you understand? What part of 'I can't see' didn't you get? I'm blind, sightless! I have my eyes open but I can't see a damn thing! And you're asking me to show youthe way." The boy said, bitterness and resentment coloring his words.
Then he took the metallic table and hurled it against the wall, where it resonated with a loud bang. None of us said anything for a few seconds, but after a while the guy's face crumpled and he turned to face me, hands shaking.
"What did I ever do to deserve this? What? What? Tell me. I grew up here, in this damned school, got treated like a rat and got experimented on, I never once got to be a normal kid and now all I really had, and I got it taken away." He said, unshed tears glistening in his eyes.
"I'm sorry. It must be awful; I can't imagine what it's like." And I meant it.
I walked up to this bitter, beautiful boy and took his hand in mine, warm and strong. He surprised me by squeezing it hard, as if needing reassurance that I was here for him, needing the comfort as much as I needed it.
"We need to get out of here but I can't do it alone." I told him.
The guy looked in the general direction of our joined hands and then nodded.
"I'm Iggy."
Sorry about the SHORTNESS but I thought ending it with Iggy was good, cause I've never really read a fanfiction where they described Iggy loosing his eyesight and Max seeing it. Sorry if this chapter wasn't what you expected but I promise it will get better! Fang will be lacking in the next chapter or so, so I apologize in advance but it is necessary... but this story is strictly FAX so no worries no MIGGY (:
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