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After getting the door open- which, I may add, is not as easy as it sounds- me and Issy found ourselves standing in a clinically white corridor.

A hospital corridor.

Hmm, great times.

I looked round, mentally taking photos to send to Zack, when a whitecoat came round the corner.

He frowned at us. 'And which project are you from, girls?'

I tried to shrink my wings further. Dammit, it would be so great to be Ellie right now.

'Project 632 lightning strike', I said completley at random, but, hopefully, sounding confident.

The whitecoat smiled. 'the Y syndrome?'

Me and Issy just nodded intelligently, then hustled off.

Just then, I heard a loud, completley uninvited voice sounded in my head. Zack.

I groaned internally. What now, Zack?

Er, Hollie, I showed the others your mental images. Whitecoates? I think Luke's going to have a coronary.

Tell Luke to stuff himself. He didn't care this much when he was trying to strangle me the other week, did he?

Yeah, but you embarrassed him. I think he had a right.

I snorted at the memory. It had been funny.

Yeah, Zack, get out of my head now, let the big kids play.

But, Hollie-

I cut him off. The way he was getting stronger, it wouldn't be for long. However, he'd drive me insane if I let him lecture me further. Hmm, the choice.

I broke off these thoughts when I realised that we were at the end of the corridor. Just outside my Mom's room.

I smashed the door in. (For a smallish fifteen year old, I can really do some damage)

'Mom!', I shrieked, throwing myself at her. She didn't move. Oh God.

And then, I realised, a second too late, I wasn't alone.

'Well, well, Hollie. You're a wiley one, just like your mom. You're not supposed to be in here, although i'm glad you responded so quickly', he said, grinning.

As I glared up at him, I realised this could only be Ian Batchelder. I'd seen pictures of Jeb Batchelder, of course, because ever if he was evil, he still sprang my Mom and all my aunts and uncles out of the school.

They'd still loved him.

Well, I could see there was going to be no love lost between me and this jerk.

'You and your dad look very alike, both evil, you bastard', I hissed at him.

He laughed. 'I'm guessing you mean Jeb, but actually i'm not Jeb's son. I'm his-'

I never gave him a chance to tell me what he was, because he was reaching for me, and I was beginning to feel a little confined.

'Come on, Issy!,' I hollered. 'We havn't got all day!'

With that, I turned and smashed my way through the same porthole that I had first seen my mom through.

All the senior flock could breathe underwater, so they were okay.

That was pretty much the only thing I considered before I made the hole bigger, and swam through, motioning Issy to follow me.

And flooded the organisation.

What can I say, whoops?

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