Disclaimer: Hey people sorry for not posting for a while I have been having really bad writers block. Well the usual every thing belongs to James Patterson not me, except for my characters and the plot. Have fun I hope u like it. Please give a moment of silence for, the best actor in the world, Heath Ledger, who died on Tuesday. Thanx
Ch.3 Escape……
I felt Conner shiver beside me, I looked at him and saw that thought was sketched all over his face. I knew that we had to get out of here, and we had to get out FAST.
"Wing it," I whispered to Conner, he looked at me and nodded his head. "What are you doing?" I asked the whitecoat, I was surprised that my voice didn't break like I thought it would. The whitecoat looked at me as if he were appalled that I spoke to him, once again I felt like dirt.
"Why would I tell you, you seem to already know," The whitecoat said very sweetly. I rolled my eyes, 'This guy is a dork! Does he really think that sweet talking would really work on me?' I thought to myself.
"Yes Mr. Whitecoat I do but looking at their faces," I pointed to the other experiments in the room, "that they don't know what's going on." The whitecoat looked at the confused experiments, who were now backed up against the wall. The whitecoat laughed, I was so ready to spit at him.
"What are you laughing at?" I heard a voice behind me say, I turned around to see that it was Conner, I looked up at him and he winked at me. I knew that he had a plan and I was to go along with it. The whitecoat looked confused, I smirked, and they had never heard Conner speak before. The whitecoat took a step closer to me and Conner, I backed up and ran into Conner, and I felt something cold press up against my back. I tried to look down but Conner wouldn't let me, I looked straight at the whitecoat knowing that this was going to work. I took a step towards the whitecoat and said,
"So are you going to make us stand here forever?" I rolled my shoulders making my wings fall elegantly to the floor. I heard a gasp from a whitecoat, 'newbie' I thought. I understand why he would gasp; my pure black wings were silken and shimmering. I turned around to show them my back and looked at Conner, I now new what he was holding,
Rubbing Alcohol
I smiled; I knew what he was planning to do. As I turned I looked at around the room to find something to pour it on. Then I found it, a gas burner in the Corner of the room. I walked over to Conner, knowing that I wouldn't be suspected of anything because the whitecoat were too awestruck by my wings. I leaned over the counter and turned on the burner. Then I turned slowly to see that Conner had let his brown and speckled wings hit the floor. I had to hide my smile, this was too easy. I knew that once Conner threw that alcohol on that burner we had exactly 3 seconds to fly out of the window before we got burnt to a crisp. Conner looked at me and I nodded to him and the next thing I knew I was running as fast as I could to the window. Hoping that I would make it out.
Alive.