A/n R&R.
This is about what happened to Fang so we're going back in the story a little bit.
Chapter 8
Fang's POV
I was just about to go to bed when I heard something bang against the window.
"Hey Fang" I heard someone whisper "come down here I need to talk to you"
"Who's down there?" I asked.
"Its me Max" she answered, "hurry up and get your butt down here," She sounded irritated, I never did like an irritated Max it better when she's just angry. I hurried down the stairs and out the door to go see what Max wanted, but as soon as I stepped outside something hit me right in the neck, for the second time that night I showed more than normal emotion. There was some sort of tiny dog on my neck!
Aha, I heard it say in my mind I knew that other shady character wasn't you.
"What?" I asked it "are you?"
No time for explanations right now, it said urgently you are in grave danger. You need to get out of here, there's an ambush waiting to attack!
Max. I had to save her before whoever's out here gets her. I ran to my bedroom window, but as I turned the corner, I ran into something hard and blacked out.
When I woke up, I found that I was in a cage, again.
Oh good your awake I heard that voice say in my head.
Who are you? I asked it.
I'm Max's Voice, he said, I know you probably want a explanation so here it is, but it's going to have to be the short version. One thousand years ago, I along with forty-nine others was chosen to be Guardian Dogs. Our job was to find people who needed extra guidance and to help them. We were given five gifts, but I won't tell you about them yet.
But I want to know I whispered.
Fang the Voice warned you have more important things to do right now.
Like what, I asked sarcastically.
Like defending yourself from the scientists who are coming, the Voice said glibly, and sure enough right after he said that two whitecoats and a man in a business suit walked up to my cage.
"He doesn't look like much," said the man in the business suit. I didn't like the way he looked at me, like I was some sort of exotic animal to be bought.
"Oh don't worry Mr. Terran," answered one of the whitecoats "he is a very dangerous specimen, I'm sure he would be a wonderful addition to your collection."
"Yes, I'm sure he would" lied the man the whitecoat called Mr. Terran.
Well Voice I asked in my head since you know so much can you tell me who this man is. He didn't answer.
"Well, I guess I could try him out" said Mr. Terran after he thought about it "if I don't like his abilities I guess he could just be a normal slave." What I thought is the school there experiment as slaves! That's horrible! Its almost as bad as experimenting on us!
"Would you like us to break him, or would you prefer us to do it" asked one of the whitecoats.
"Oh I'll do it" said Mr. Terran "I have ways that are much faster and more effective than yours" I couldn't take it any longer, all this talk about me as if I weren't a human being. I had to say something.
"I'm not an animal to be bought or sold" I growled.
"Oh but my dear boy" said the man as he smiled down at me "you have no choice."
Then one whitecoat motioned to someone behind my cage, then… pain, blackness.
A/n I would write more, but my neck is killing me. R&R.
