Hola! Holy Jeezums, we're coming closer and closer to Christmas Eve and I still have a couple of chapters to go! (Starts panicking) Is it too late to exceed my deadline on Christmas Day? Hehe.

Alright, here's the … twenty-ninth chapter of "Trust". Hope you like and hope you will show your love for this story by reviewing.

Enjoy!

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Man, my head really hurts right now. And there's a massive bruise on it too. Stupid pedestals. And people complain about sitting on them for hours. Try sleeping on them for hours.

Speaking of sleeping, I had the craziest dream last night. At least, I think it was a dream. Ever have one of those dreams where it just feels so real? That's how my dream felt. And you'll never believe what it was about. I get cold shivers just thinking about it.

Okay, brace yourselves for impact 'cause this dream is pretty out-of-there. I dreamt about Fang and Miles. Yeah, sounds normal enough, but the weird part is was that they were on top of each other! Yeah, you heard me right! They were freakin' on top of each other! And they were … (gulp) grinning at each other too. I'm not an expert on this sort of stuff, but if I guessed right, the look in their eyes was a look of … of … playfulness and—dominance!

And to make matters worse, they were just centimeters away from their lips touching. I mean, if I hadn't said something in the dream, their lips probably would've touched! But they didn't.

After that, everything's kind of a blur. All I remember is falling into a deep, dark hole with images of Miles and Fang running through my brain like a flash of pictures and clips. Pictures and clips that only got worse and worse each second. Not only were some of the pictures of them—kissing! But there were pictures of them touching each other and clips of them saying stuff to each other and … and … pictures and clips of them with lack of clothing on.

Hey, you think that's bad? Are you forgetting that I had watch through that stuff too? I mean, I like the fact that I was right about this whole ordeal, but I don't want it constantly rubbed in my face with thousands of clips and pictures! A lot of those were scaring, you know. I mean, there were clips I didn't even know two teenaged boys could do to each other!

I shut my eyes and bit my lips, keeping myself from screaming to the heavens, receiving awkward glances from my flock and Miles' flock. We were already on our way to the School, but that's the last thing I wanted to be right now. Right now, all I wanted to do was fly off to a deserted island with just me, myself, and I. Away from Fang. Away from Miles. And away from those vaguely disturbing images. I mean, I couldn't even look at Fang or Miles without those images popping up in my head, which made my face change so red it'll make a cherry tomato jealous.

God, please, just kill me now.

"I can see it!" Nudge yelled, pointing hysterically at the School. "I can see it you guys!"

"We're not blind, Nudge." Kat snapped, wincing slightly when she realized what she just said and immediately turned to Iggy. "Um, well—most of us aren't blind. I mean, uh, shit!"

"It's okay," Iggy told her. "I pretty used to it by now."

I could tell by the look on her face that that didn't make Kat feel any better.

"So, we ready to kick some ass, guys?" Miles asked, punching his fist into his open hand with a pompous smirk playing at his lips.

The same smirk he gave Fang last night when they were so into each other, I thought, feeling my face burn up again.

"Finally." Fang mumbled. "Now we can get rid of your sorry ass."

Oh, sure, he says that now, but deep down inside I'll bet him and Miles are planning to meet up somewhere when the flock and I are sound asleep so they can continue where they left off

I could just picture it all now. Fang will volunteer to take first watch and right when we all fall asleep, he'll ditch his post and find Miles somewhere far away where they could make all the noise they want.

The image of Miles leaning against a tree with his arms crossed and a devilish smirk planted on his face popped up in my mind when Fang met up with him. "What took you so long?" he'd say while Fang would walk towards him, press his body against that tree and hold onto his wrist like he did in that position they were in last night. "Don't worry about it," he'd say, his lips pressed against his ear and then say, "Now, where were we before Max interrupted us?" and they'd … they'd …

"Max?"

"Huh?" I asked, whipping my head to where Gasman was. He cocked his eyebrow quizzically, looking down at my hands unsurely.

"Um, are you angry at something?" he asked.

At first I didn't know what he was talking about, but when I saw my hands, I realized I was clenching and unclenching them into hard fists. I blushed and told Gasman not to worry about it. He just gave me a weird look and then flew off with Dash.

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"From a show of hands, who thinks they know where Jeb is right now?" Miles asked, looking over his shoulder. No one raised their hand.

We all tensed up when we heard someone walking through the hallway we were all in.

"Mini!" Miles yelled in a low whisper. Mini nodded her head as her hands began to glow a light purple, making us all invisible to the naked eye.

A whitecoat walked passed us, looking down at a clipboard. I looked towards Angel and tapped her on the shoulder. She looked at me and started reading my mind.

See if this guy knows anything, I told her.

At first, I wasn't sure if she got the message, but when we saw the whitecoat disappear into the hallway, Angel tapped me on the shoulder while Mini made us visible again.

"Jeb is somewhere on the third floor. He was talking about seeing something along the lines of a new experiment or something and that him and Jeb were going to give it a test run," she informed.

"New experiment?" Dash said.

"It's probably nothing. These guys are always coming up with new experiments that always end up shitty in the end," Kat told us, receiving a stern look from Miles about the language factor. She drooped her head in apology.

"Alright, so we're going to have to go to the third floor, which is …?"

"I don't even know what floor this is," I said, finishing Iggy's sentence with a shrug of my shoulders.

"The sixth," Dash told us.

We all looked at him. "How do you know?" I asked.

He placed his hand on his hip, pointing at a nearby sign above him that read "Third Floor" in bold letters.

"Oh."

Dash shook his head back and forth. "God, I swear teenagers get as dumb as adults each minute."

"Tell me about it," Total chimed in.

"Ignoring that. Now, we'll just have to find a way to get to the third floor without anyone noticing," Miles said.

"That's where I come in, right?" Mini asked, raising her hand.

Miles smiled and ruffled her long, jet black hair. "You bet kiddo."

"Alright, let's go give Jeb a piece of our mind!" Kat said as her and her flock cheered, pumping their fists in the air with determination.

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Talus meowed whiningly, fidgeting in my arms as if he were angsty or something. I tried covering his mouth with my hand but he just wiggled away and tried to escape. "Hey, what's up little buddy?" I asked him.

"Maybe he needs to go to the bathroom," Angel said, looking at Talus.

"He was acting this way back in the fight with Ari," Total said, walking along side Angel. "When Ari was beating on you."

"You think he could be scared of something?" Iggy asked.

"Of what, though?" Fang asked.

"Hold up, guys." Miles held up a finger as they came towards a corner in the hallway. We were already on the third floor, passing through a ton of doorways. A lot of them were just rooms for many experiments, but where was the one that Jeb was in?

I sighed. What I would give to have X-Ray vision right now.

"What's wrong, Miles?" Kat asked, looking up at her leader.

Miles shushed her, making a hand motion that made us all huddle up against the wall. Now, for any of you guys who are thinking that I should be the one leading this group, all I have to say is not today. While I was still in the state of shock from having that dream, Miles was the one calling the shots right now. And, frankly, he was doing a very good job of doing so and my flock were smart enough not to notice.

Miles peered over the wall before telling Mini to make all of us invisible. I didn't know what he was looking at since I was huddled up with the younger kids all the way in the back, but I saw Fang trying to veer over his shoulder to see what was up.

Figures he'd be standing next to Miles, I thought, holding Talus, trying to stop making him struggle.

Miles pressed his hand on Fang's shoulder, pushing him back before he glanced over at his flock and motioned them to come his way. They did as they were told and walked towards him so that they were all huddled into a group of five. I raised my eyebrow, wondering what he was doing until he spoke.

"Alright, I see Jeb talking to some whitecoat," he told us. I felt my heart skip a beat. Jeb, the trader we haven't seen since our little run-in with Anne. I couldn't believe we were meeting up with him again, giving him a little piece of our minds with the help of Miles and his flock.

"What's the plan, Miles?" Kat asked, looking up at him.

Miles looked at all of us, giving us the orders in a hushed tone. "Alright, we're going to sneak up on him. Use the element of surprise. We'll bag him and grab him—minus the bag—and then take him somewhere far off. Like a nearby forest or something. That's where we'll start giving him a taste of his own medicine. Got it?"

We all nodded our heads and waited for Miles to give us the signal. He held out three fingers behind him, peeing over the wall. I kept a sharp eye on the fingers, which started disappearing into two fingers. Then, finally, one.

Talus began to struggle even more before he let out a loud, wailing meow, but I don't think any of us noticed. We all charged out from behind the wall, running behind Miles' flock until we were caught in something, making us sail into the air, all smooshed together with hard netting holding us up.

"What the hell!" Iggy yelled, struggling to break free from beneath Nudge and Fang.

"What just happened?" Nudge asked, rolling off of her stomach and trying to tuck her legs in, kicking me in the process.

I struggled, hearing taunting laughter underneath me. I looked down, noticing it was Miles and his flock who were laughing at us with a dark figure walking towards them.

"Nice job, guys," said the figure, shadowing a hand on Miles' shoulder.

"No prob, Jeb. Like taking candy from a bunch of stupid babies." Kat smiled, placing her hands on her hips.

"What's going on?" I asked, my voice firm and hard.

"Miles? Guys? What's going on?" Gasman asked from within the hard lines of netting. I noticed that they weren't made of actual rope, they were made of something plastic, but harder. Like something between plastic and metal.

Then, something surprised me. I heard more laughter, but it was laughter I've never heard of before.

"Oh, my God. You losers still haven't figured it out?"

I then noticed that it was Conner talking.

"Conner?" I said, raising my eyebrow.

"He can talk?" Iggy asked, rather surprised. "But, I thought he was a mute."

"Well, you thought wrong, Iggy. All of you thought wrong," he said.

"What do you mean?" Angel asked.

Miles folded his arms across his chest, glancing back at his flock. "Whatdya say, guys? Should we show them what we're talking about?"

Kat shrugged her shoulders, looking up at us with a rather sinister look on her face. "I don't see any harm in it."

"Me neither," Conner said with a nod.

"Alright then," Miles said.

What came next was something I thought I'd never see in my entire life. Miles and his flock all bent forward, their back arching up and their fists clenching. Angered pops could be heard passing through my eardrums as I saw their spinal cords poking out of their skin like they were forming hunchbacks. They all growled viciously, frighteningly as their nails grew longer; their fangs poking out from their gums, coated in dots of red liquid. Parts of their clothing began to rip, like their shows and socks and a little bit of their shirts. Hair coated their features, their eyes glazing darker and their noses poking out.

My flock and I all gasped, watching before our eyes the stunning and horrific sight we've ever witnessed in our lives. Miles, the guy we could trust along with his faithful, loveable flock we all allied … were Erasers. (Betcha didn't see that coming, LOL, yeah right)

My eyes widened, my mouth dropping as Miles placed his hands across his chest, a snarling grin spreading across his wolfish face. "Surprise," he said in a sing-song tone.

My lip quivered as I tried to speak but couldn't find the right words to come up with. "M-Miles—you—you …"

"You flippin' bastard," Fang yelled behind me, his teeth grinding against one another as he glared at Miles.

Miles couldn't help but chuckle lowly, his shoulders shaking as he laughed. "Now you know what happened to me seven years ago, Fang. Why I was so pissed off about you. But now,"—he looked at his hands, clenching them into fist as he laughed again—"I couldn't have asked for anything more. All the power. All the strength that now surges through my body. And I have you to thank."

I looked over at Fang, his face as hard as stone. He clenched onto the netting but then loosened his grip as he stared down at the ground in disappointment and sadness.

I could only imagine what was going on through his mind right now. I mean, Miles was his buddy ever since they were seven judging by what Miles said. Fang loved Miles—wow, I actually said that without gagging—and watching Miles turn into something we've been fighting for ever since we escaped from the School and having Miles telling him that it was his own doing for letting the whitecoats turn him into something along the lines of this … well, that was just enough to make any person feel like total crap.

"Take the five of them to different cells. I'll deal with Max," the figure said while Miles nodded his head, walking off into different rooms that they were going to put my flock in.

I glanced down at the figure, glaring at him until he finally emerged from the shadows. "Sorry it had to go like this, Max. But don't worry, I promise we'll take real good care of your little friends."

I ground my teeth against each other as Talus hissed viciously at the figure. "Not unless I figure out a way to kick your ass all the way to next week, Ari."

Ari grinned, turning his back on me while Miles and his flock came back with electrical sticks. Sticks we knew all too well of.

"Sleep tight," Miles said as he touched me with the electrical stick, static shooting across my body until I fell limp, drifting into a realm of darkness.

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Well, there ya have it. Sorry if this chappie seemed a little rushed. My mind was kinda paying attention to the TV while I was writing this. Plus, I'm really tired right now. So, until then, I shall see you guys later.

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