Hey, Here's the next chapter!

From: BookFan22 a.k.a GwenFan22- It was so weird, when I got your review, I was in the middle of writing this chapter. You must be a mind reader or something ;)

Anyways, here's chapter six in Nudge's point of view! Hopefully this will give you some insight on what happened!

-Chapter Six-

She awoke in an enclosed area. She opened her eyes and saw nothing but black.

Nudge felt around, in hope of finding some kind of light switch but found nothing; just the cool touch of the rough walls. She wondered where she was. Was she still on the ship? Where was Max? Were they looking for her?

Nudge shook her head. Of course they were looking for her. After all, this was Max they she was talking about. Max wouldn't let anything bad happen to her, right? Of course not!

Carefully, she raised herself up off of the damp floor and looked around, her eyes not yet adjusted to the lack of light let in. Squinting, she saw a small, flashing glow. Soundlessly, Nudge maneuvered herself over to the flash, hoping for something that could figure out where she was.

A small breeze swept past her as she started tip-toeing over to the flash and she froze in place, not one muscle moving. Her eyes carefully scanned the room, looking for anything out of the ordinary (which was hard considering the only source of light was a small flash in the corner of the room) just like Max had taught her. She eyed one corner of the room suspiciously, she swore she heard a sound come from that direction.

She shook her head, her wild curls whipping her face as she gradually moved over to the flash. Then, she was there. She gently ran the tips of her fingers over the top of the object that the light was projecting off of. Nudge felt the familiar curves and crevices and recognized it as a laptop. Fang had one just like it but this seemed to be an older model. She kneeled motionless by the computer, listening for any sounds that could tell her if anyone was in the room with her. She heard nothing.

Taking a chance, Nudge cautiously raised the top of the laptop, letting the backlight spill into the room, illuminating the area around her. She quickly turned back, seeing nothing that could be a threat.

All that stood there was a wooden barrel that appeared to be empty, what looked like an old, beat up poker table, and six stools laying on the floor, battered and broken. She turned back to the laptop and watched as it continued to start up. After thirty seconds, Nudge was already starting to get impatient. She watched grumpily as 'Dell' floated across the screen once every two seconds. After the loading bar was finally filled, the login screen finally appeared. She looked at the username and all it had was six numbers; 330390.

She softly put her fingers to the screen, reading the memory, feeling the electricity flow up her arm and into her head. She waited and watched small black dots appear in the 'password' box as she read the password out of the internal machine. Once the eleventh dot appeared, the screen went black, logging into the computer.

The gray home screen came up and she waited for all of the applications to load, impatiently tapping her fingers against the track pad. She placed her palm against the screen and closed her eyes, concentrating on getting information. As she absorbed the dates and names, she grew tired but she jerked upright and ripped her hand from the monitor at the mention of one name in particular. Owen Jackson.

Nudge remembered him from the School. He had taken Max and Fang into special 'training' once or twice a week for a little over a year. She remembered how Max's eyes filled with fear every time she was dragged off to an experimentation room. Even Fang could barely stand it. Nudge remembered how Fang was before he was experimented on in the ways that Owen proposed. He was happy, well, as happy as you could be when you lived in a dog crate. He smiled much, much more than he did now and it seemed like he was a totally different person…

Nudge shook her head. No. It didn't matter what he was like back then. It only mattered what he was like now. He was strong and silent and he loved Max (even though she didn't know it yet). Nudge sighed; she remembered what Max was like too. She was optimistic no matter what happened. If she got tortured, she would still smile. If she was beaten, she would laugh about it later. Now, she just resents everything about the School. It must have been horrible; whatever they had been put through.

She started to close the laptop when she felt a weight crash down onto her. She fell back, feeling the cold, wet floor through the back of her t-shirt. She looked up into the murderous eyes of her attacker and sprung up, holding her fists blindly out in front of her. She could fight well, but she wasn't sure how well she would be able to fight in the dark. Her opponent had the advantage. He actually knew where they were. She didn't know the grounds, the possible traps, or the strengths of her foe.

Nudge glanced up, seeing the face of the man she never wanted to see again, let alone fight one-on-one. Owen had one of the broken stools in his hand, using blunt force to swing it at her but she dodged easily, using her heightened agility to jump back and forth. At first she thought she was doing a good job. She wasn't tired or worn out by the constant movement but she was wrong.

Nudge took a fleeting look around the room, looking for a door to escape but Owen had used that time to his advantage. He spun the stool around, causing it to collide with Nudge's ribcage and send her flying. She hit the back wall with unanticipated force and let out a low groan as she slumped over onto the ground. She cried out as he struck her yet again but this time right over the head. She fought to stay conscious.

She looked up into the murderous eyes of her assailant as he spoke, "My, my, Nudge how you've grown." Although his voice was soft, the terrifying tone lingered. She said nothing, scared that if she opened her mouth she would scream. She just stared up at him, crouched down in the corner of the room. She shivered as a chill ran through her but put on a stoic mask. "Say something!" He demanded, leaning down in order to look her eye to eye. She clenched her teeth and stayed still, silently refusing.

"I see that young Maximum has taught you not to crack under pressure." He said, chuckling slightly at the thought. "I need one thing from you, Nudge; just one. That's it. Then you can go enjoy your messed up little life with your friends."

"I won't do anything for you." She spat, internally cheering that her voice stayed strong. Owen reached down and backhanded her across the mouth. Nudge tasted blood seep into her mouth and she spit it down onto the floor.

"I won't take refusal." He said through clenched teeth. He grabbed her jaw tightly in one hand, turning her head back and forth quickly, checking for marks on her skin. He slid his rough fingers off of her skin, making it sting. "Now, you are going to help me because you are the only one who can."

Nudge looked up at him, confused. She didn't know what he was talking about but she didn't let it show. That was a weakness and she couldn't let him see. She couldn't let him know that she was scared, or confused, or tired. She needed to stay strong.

"Oh, Nudge, you remember, don't you?" Owen asked, rhetorically, pulling a black sweatshirt over his broad shoulders. "Don't you remember when you came back to the Institute? How you did something that no one else knew you did. Not even Max?"

It suddenly came to her. She knew what he wanted. He wanted the code. The code she had put on all of the information in the database when they had stormed the Institute so long ago. She felt her impassive mask fade as realization dawned.

"That's right. You do remember." He said, pacing back and forth across the small room, his eyes never leaving hers. "You put a high-priority, untraceable, code on the Institute's databases, preventing them from leaking any information to anyone besides you. How'd you do it, Nudge? The same way you got onto my computer over there? The same way you hacked the computers at Itex in Germany?"

All Nudge could think about was how he knew all of that. How had he known about Germany? She shook her head and muttered to herself inaudibly. She would never tell him what the code was. It was the single, most important piece of knowledge she possessed and she was going to make sure that she was the only one who ever knew it. If he knew that code, she was sure he would be able to start Itex, and the different branches of the School back up in no time.

She looked up at Owen, who was pacing faster and faster each second. Stealing glances at the direction of the door every so often, Nudge began to think; what would Max do? The truth was that was a stupid question. Nudge knew that Max would never get herself into this kind of situation. She would be fighting tooth and nail to get out and if she didn't, she would be giving off some kind of snarky remark while formulating a plan to get out of this mess. Nudge couldn't fight as well as Max. She wouldn't be able to take on a man three times her size that was also a hybrid of some sort; she just didn't know what kind of hybrid.

Glancing at the door one last time, Nudge made a decision. She had to find out where she was. It was killing her inside. She needed to escape. Waiting until Owen's back was turned she leapt up and exploded towards the metal door. She fell forwards and grabbed the handle, pulling at it violently. She felt Owen's hands grab her waist, pulling her backwards into the room but she threw open the door before it was possible.

Looking out into the light, she saw people going into a room marked '201'. Her eyes widened as Owen slapped his hand over her mouth, preventing her from screaming. They were still on the ship.

Nudge looked over at the door and she carefully inspected the side that was visible to everyone else on the ship. It was solid wood. There were no handles; no locks; no indents; no nothing; just wood. They didn't even know the door was there. They thought it was just part of the rest of the wall. She was trapped in a hidden room, isolated from anyone who could help her.

Owen grabbed her, pulling her backwards by her hair. Nudge tried to scream but no sound was produced. He dragged her back, away from the light and she thrashed back and forth as the hidden door slammed shut, keeping her in the room, away from all help.

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