I don't own anything. All characters except for Sam are owned by their respective creators. I am taking ideas from multiple series of movies, books, and manga. I also may take a few ideas from other fanfiction stories, though it is mainly ideas not usually direct characters from the other fanfiction stories. If there are any direct characters I will contact the respective authors and ask for permission. Happy reading!

Chapter 3

'Sam… Sam where are you?' says Angel's voice in my head.

'Somewhere dark and kind of… wet?' I think as I ponder my situation in this lonely place. 'I can't tell you any more than that.'

'Let me try something. Just don't stop thinking.'

'I believe that the only way that I would stop thinking is if I died. Why do you want to know where I am?'

'Max is here and already broke me out. Then I told her about you and how many problems you have caused the white coats. Did you know that they are always thinking about you and all the trouble that you make all the time?'

'No, I figured by the way that they treat me that I am worse than the dirt under their shoes. Who is this Max person and why do they want to talk to me?'

'Max is like a mom to me. Also to everyone else that is like us. Here we are.'

All of a sudden there is a piercing light that is burning my eyes so badly that I can just imagine them spontaneously combusting. I curl into a ball as tight as I can, trying to shield myself from the invasion of sound, light, touch, and smell. Then hands are picking me out of the liquid like stuff that I have been lying in for what feels like forever. The hands touching my skin feel like they are driving white-hot needles into my skin.

"Sam! I'm so glad to see that you are alright," says a very loud, but familiar voice causing my ears to feel like they exploded.

"Not so loud Angel. When you first come out one of these isolation tanks you are hyper sensitive to everything. I should know after spending time in one myself," says a calming female voice that sounds older than Angel. "So you are the Sam that we have been hearing about all the way thought this facility."

"Yes," I say. As the light is finally getting bearable to the point that I can open my eyes a crack, just enough to see through my eyelashes.

What I see is a white walled room with the smell of sterilizer and floor cleaner. There is a girl of about fourteen with blond streaks in her brown hair that is cut in a shoulder length shag. Standing next to her are two boys of the same age, one has longish black hair and the other has his blond hair in a regular boys cut. Standing by them is another girl with mocha colored skin of about twelve years of age. Then a boy with blondish hair who is maybe nine. And lastly and appearing right in my face so suddenly as to make me jump is the youngest, a girl of about seven with long blond hair.

"We have to get out of here now," says the oldest girl. "For some reason the alarms started going off once we opened the tank. The name is Max by the way." She then points in order from oldest to youngest with the boy with black hair first. "This is Fang, Iggy, Nudge, Gazzy, and Angel. The last two are the only real siblings out of all of us. Oh, and beware of Gazzy or you will unpleasantly find out why we call him that."

Then there was a noise of running feet coming up the hallway outside of the door. "Uh guys, sorry to interrupt but we have company heading our way, at least I think so," I say.

"What? I don't hear anything," says the older blond boy, I recall that his name is Iggy. "Wait… now I hear it. Footsteps in the hallway. How did you do that?"

"No time for questions! We have to get out of here now! Anything left Gazzy, Iggy?" Max says.

"Nothing left here," Gazzy says while patting himself down.

"Same here. I used the last of my stock on the hanger full of flyboys," Iggy says.

Tapping her forehead in thought, Max says, "Damn. There are only two ways out of here, through that hallway and through a wall. Neither are easy on a good day and this day seems to be going down the drain as we sit here."

Standing up I say, "Let me help with that. Which wall?" I am finally feeling like my self again and getting used to the light. I can also finally stand up and walk around properly as a bonus.

Pointing to the wall to the right of the door. "That one," Max says with doubt in her voice.

"If you guys could stand back a ways please?" Once they are a safe distance away from the wall I concentrate on my energy. For some reason I know how to destroy the wall to allow us passage through the barrier. I then channel said energy into my left fist. The resulting energy causes a small breeze to swirl around my body, causing my hair and the light hospital gown that I am wearing to ripple and wave as if in a wind. I then punch the wall causing it to crumble into rubble at my feet. Exposing a ten foot hole in the two foot thick reinforced concrete wall of the room that leads to another hallway. With this loss of energy, I slump to my knees, then lose consciousness.

Max walks up to the ragged ten foot hole in the wall with a shocked expression on her face. She mumbles to herself, "Why do I have to have a stupid voice in my head?" Then to everyone else, "She comes with us. Nudge, you and Gazzy can carry her." With that she steps over the limp body and out through the hole in the wall. Leaving the others to follow with Sam. The time till they catch up to her gives her enough time to have a chat with the voice about Sam.

-AN-

Wohoo! Finally a new chapter! I finally got around to transcribing this chapter from my Ipod to my computer. I also have part of a plot thought out. Mind you it is only pieces here and there. But it is a plot! I am so excited that I actually even have a plot. The hard part is to get it to tie together. Well kiddies it is about 1:23 am here so I am out. Hope you enjoy the new chapter!

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P.S.

This chapter alone pretty much doubles my word count!