A/N: special thanks to those of you who review! Means a TON! And… If you love big time rush, and ANGST and cute little btr characters read CheekyBrunette's stuff (Back In The Daysis my favorite) and not only am I saying this because she's my fabulous older sister, she is also a fantastic writer. Wow, I sound like one of those really annoying advertizing writers right now... ick.

"Gazzy, be careful!" I shouted through the mist.

"Be careful of what?" he asked.

Could Gazzy seriously not notice the fog? I can't even see and I noticed it.

Someone grabbed my wrists and pulled them behind my back. I heard the sound of duct tape being unrolled and felt it attach to my hands, face, and ankles.

I was then thrown off my position and into the back of what felt like a truck. Gazzy was next to me, undoubtedly shackled in duct tape also.

"Iggy?" Gazzy asked. His voice was small and innocent. Not a voice that should be living with this, not a voice that's survival is left up to me and the ounce of hope he has left.

"Yes Gazzy?"

"I hate theses stupid, jerk faced, white coats."

"Who doesn't Gazzy?"

"Jeb."

I sighed, Gazzy liked Jeb; he was like a father to him. But Jeb is now forgotten in our lives, mostly. "I guess so."

We didn't speak for the rest of the ride. We found it was easier to think than to speak. Once we got to the school we were thrown in a cement room. I felt around and found that there were two cots, a small table, and a rug. There were also a few papers stapled together like a book which Gazzy read to me.

"Why Scientists are A Benefit to Society." Gazzy said reading the title.

"Well they certainly don't want to be subtle do they?" I said sarcastically.

"No they do not." Gazzy said sounding happy. "Reason number one: we help the community."

"If by help that mean utterly destroy and mutate, then yes."

"Reson number two; we create and manipulate new and creative things."

"They are creative."

"Wow." Gazzy put his head in his hands, tears streaming from his eyes.

"I'm sorry Gazzy," Iggy said. "It's not your fault they died. Everyone makes mistakes. I should've yelled 'look out' for you. Blame me instead."

"I can't do that, it's my fault."

"Gazzy…" Iggy couldn't seem to put his thoughts into words. "I- I'm sorry."

"Don't be."

For an eight year old, Gazzy can be deep.

"I'll try."

"Hey," Gazzy said. "What happened to you during the tests?"

"You sure you want to know?"

"Of course."

I couldn't tell if it was light or not. I was in the room alone, I couldn't even find a wall. I was walking South East when I heard a scream coming from behind me. It was Max's. I turned around and started running that direction. It was a blood curding scream, so traumatizing it made me shiver. How could they get the sound of Max screaming? What did they do to her?

I ran into a wall and blacked out for a few minutes. I stood up, afraid of what would happen if I didn't. The sound of Max's screams were gone but they were soon replaced by another scream. The scream was Nudge's voice.

I couldn't bear to think of sweet little Nudge, helpless and on her own. I ran as hard as I could in her direction, but another scream was added from behind me, it was Angels. I had no idea where to go. Angel was young, but smart. Nudge was older but not the best fighter, she's too sweet to seriously injure someone. I ran towards Nudge, but soon ran into another wall. I turned around towards Angel but I ran into another wall within two steps.

Then the screaming continued Fang's voice was joined in. He was moaning in agony. I ran in his direction but ran into another wall. I felt around but couldn't feel anything. I walked ahead, but was stopped and thrown back. The screaming went on, with Max and Gazzy added. I ran in all different directions unable to get to any of them.

I clawed at the floor with all my strength. There must be some way out of this. They can't leave me here in agony. I continued digging until my fingernails were ripped off and blood was pouring.

I covered my ears so all I could hear was the blood pulsing through my body. The blood from my fingers matted my hair and stained my face. I wanted to scream too, but I was not going to show that much weakness in front of the white coats, even if I had barely any strength. I needed to protect Gazzy even if it killed me.

That was fun to write. HEHE :)