Chapter 2 peoples

Chapter 2 peoples.

Khatherine-kay and Letting it Be.

Disclaimer- JP owns this. Not me. I also don't own Let It Be either.

Tfq out.

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I woke up again inside the same cage, in the same dark room, the same feeling of complete and utter failure and confusion. But, there was a new feeling; an ache in my mid-back. I stretched it sideways and tried to remember what had happened before I had passed out.

"Today, we will—hopefully-- grant this underestimated child some wonderful wings,"

Wings, I thought. I felt something soft on my back and reached to touch it.

It was a feather.

I screamed and bumped into the bars of the cage. Then I noticed that there was light in here, and that I could see.

"Five?" someone said. And it wasn't Six.

I huffed, pretending to be mad, "What?" but it came out as a choke instead.

"Heard what they did to you. They did it to all of us here," it said sadly.

"What's your name?" I asked, scooting closer to where the other cages were.

"I'm number seven but I like to be called Max," Max said.

"Girl or boy?"

"Girl," Max laughed. "What are you called?" I wracked my brain and tried to remember what the laughing blue-suited lady had called me.

"I think my name's Naomi." I said still thinking. Max nodded slightly and I heard a yawn come from my left side.

"Six?" I asked. Six nodded and said, "If all you people are making your own names—except for you Naomi—I want to be Khatherine-kay. Called Kay for short." She paused, "I heard you crying. You got wings now?" I nodded and began to cry. I had forgotten about those wretched things for a second.

Still crying, I started singing a song I heard before:

"When I find myself in times of trouble
Mother Mary comes to me
Speaking words of wisdom, let it be.
And in my hour of darkness
She is standing right in front of me
Speaking words of wisdom, let it be.
Let it be, let it be.
Let it be, let it be.
Whisper words of wisdom, let it be.

And when the broken hearted people
Living in the world agree,
There will be an answer, let it be.
For though they may be parted there is
Still a chance that they will see
There will be an answer, let it be.

Let it be, let it be.
Let it be, let it be.
Yeah, There will be an answer, let it be.

Let it be, let it be.
Let it be, let it be.
Whisper words of wisdom, let it be.

Let it be, let it be.
Let it be, yeah let it be.
Whisper words of wisdom, let it be.

And when the night is cloudy,
There is still a light that shines on me.
Shine until tomorrow, let it be.
I wake up to the sound of music
Mother Mary comes to me
There will be no sorrow

Let it be, let it be.
Let it be, yeah let it be.
There will be and answer, let it be.

Let it be, let it be.
Let it be, yeah let it be.

Whisper words of wisdom, Let it be." I finished.

"Bravo!" another voice yelled quietly. It wasn't Kay or Max.

Max laughed, as did to other voices.

"Don't worry," she said, seeing my face across the room. "Just Fang and Iggy." My face softened and looked around the room. I saw two boys in two other crates next to each other. One had really dark hair—pretty much black—and the other ad strawberry-blond hair. The one with the dark hair I assumed was Fang and the other was Iggy. Iggy's eyes were a pale blue and you couldn't see Fang's. Max had a mix between blond and a dark brown hair and brown eyes to match.

"Hi," Kay said automatically. "I'm Khatherine-kay as you may have heard. The one who sang was Naomi. She is also the one that got the wings. Wonder if they just put them one you to rip them off your back later, those stupid whitecoats."

"I got them too," Max said. "Us too!" said the two boys in unison.

"What color is yours Naomi?" Iggy asked.

"Don't know myself. I hate them!" I yelled. Then, a whitecoat came in carrying a small, crying, baby.

"Shhh," he cooed to the baby, "Stop crying." He turned and saw Kay and me. "Hello there!" he told us. I cowered to the corner of the cage I was in and covered my face with my small hands.

"Naomi, Kay, this is Jeb Batchelder. He is the only nice scientist here at the School." Fang told us. Jeb turned to me and tsked under his breath.

"I see that you are number five," he said. I nodded. "I heard—really saw—Them put wings on you. Wish I could have stopped it but I couldn't. this is my job. Gotta do something to support myself." He sighed and out the baby down. I gathered up my courage and asked:

"Why are we here? I mean here at the School? What do They want with us? All of us so to speak."

"I see that you are very advanced for your age. How old are you really?" Jeb asked me.

"I am seven." Jeb nodded in understandment.

He motioned to another cage in the corner of the white room. "So is little Nudge here. Or so I have remembered." A saw a small girl, my age, sleeping deep in the far corner of her very own cage. Her skin was dark as was her tangled hair.

"Wha'?" she mumbled sitting up. Her head banged the top of the cage; Nudge moaned and rubbed her head. A faint bell rang in the distance.

"Well, got to go now. Stay alive," said Jeb as he strode out of the room.

"He seems—nice," Kay whispered.

In an hour, everyone was asleep except for me.

"Speaking words of wisdom, let it be." I sang as I prayed. "God, don't let us—Max, Fang, Iggy, Nudge, Khatherine-kay, me and that baby—die in here. Let us live a long time." I said as I soon fell into a fitful but dreamless sleep. You try sleeping on brand new bulky wings that you don't even want in a dark room with no light and in a dog cage. Pretty hard if you ask me.

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End chapie 2 now.

I'm going to skip all the rest of her time in the cage and skip two years.

Max, Iggy, and Fang are all two years older than Naomi and Nudge is the same age. The Gasman is the baby.

Guess what's going to happen next!

Tfq out.