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Chapter 17:

MAX POV:

Out of restlessness, I awoke an fifteen minutes late for my shift.

"Fang!" I whispered harshly at him. "Why didn't you wake me up?!"

"You were tired, and I didn't think of waking you."

"Fang! We share the responsibility of keeping watch! Don't let me sleep through my shift again!"

He shrugged, and shut off his laptop. "Get some rest" I said. It wasn't difficult to spot the growing dark circles under his eyes. I bet mine were just as worse.

I watched him shut off his laptop and find a comfortable position on the ground. His eyes closed. Then, what seemed like ages later, his breathing slowed and became more even, and I knew he was asleep.

Now that I knew Fang was fine, I checked on the others. Sam held Ariana tightly, while her head rested on his shoulder. Total was curled up in Angel's arm, while her other one held onto Celeste tightly. Nudge was on her left, using the Angel's leg as a pillow. Iggy and Gazzy were both in crumpled positions on the floor.

And I sat, back propped up against the wall, watching them all. Watching every movement. Every slightest noise my ears would perk up, and my head would shift in that direction.

I heard them before I saw them: about a dozen Erasers heading our way. The sound was so familiar, I immediately jumped. I shook Fang awake first, hissing orders in his ear. He was up immediately, grabbing our packs, as I shook the others awake. We did this all in about 20 seconds, a personal best. It didn't seem to be enough, though.

They crashed through the roof, windows and front door. Glass shattered everywhere and I felt some cut through my jeans and into my skin. Wood feel from the ceiling. I saw briefly Iggy rising from a pile of fallen debris, and Angel crumple to the floor with some.

'Angel!" I cried. My first priority always: to keep my flock safe. But how was I suppose to manage that at the moment?

A rough hairy Eraser claw came down on my mouth, forbidding me from shouting cries for help/threats/orders. Basically everything I was capable of doing at the moment. I found skin and bit down hard on his hand. His grip loosened, and I used this opportunity to break free. I did so, and turned to face him, sending him two quick punches to the stomach. But he was far from finished. I sent a roundhouse kick at his thigh, and I heard him wince in pain. Again, not enough. I brought my hands feet apart, and brought them back quickly, popping his eardrums with every last bit of sanity I had.

I ducked from another swipe at my head, and hit my opponent in the jaw. He fell to the ground, and I used that time to survey my options. Fight or flight? Fang was locked in a tight battle with two Erasers. Iggy and Gazzy were taking out three. Nudge was with Sam and Ariana, finishing off two. Where was Angel?

'Angel!' I called, panicky, remembering her being crushed by fallen debris. 'Angel!'

'I'm over here, Max!' came a weak reply. I began long, quick strides to her voice, but was taken down by an Eraser. His paw took my feet out from under me, sending my head crashing to the hardwood floor. I heard a crack that could not of been good, and a searing pain shot up my skull. The Eraser had an evil smile on his face as his fist made contact with my nose. Another shot of pain. This is it I thought, numbly. Blood seeped around my hair, and I could feel it gushing from my nose. I heard Angel scream and felt another shot of pain before I blacked out.

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Being unconscious is like being in a deep sleep. You have no worries, no fears, no responsibilities. Then you wake up. You wake up to the hell known as my life.

As soon as I saw the bright lights I knew where I was. My heart rate accelerated quickly, and the beeping heart monitor not so far away was only more proof to my theory.

I was at the School. Or an Itex Headquarter. Whichever you prefer. They're all the same in my books.

Now that I was awake, I was aware of the numbness of my whole body. I couldn't be alive. I was in heaven. No way was this real. I couldn't feel anything. Someone could of beaten me and I don't think I would of reacted painfully. I tried moving my finger. Nothing. No response. Something wrong there. I bit the inside of my cheek. A small pain. Okay, so at least something wasn't numb. I heard faint murmuring from somewhere, and I tried to tilt my head upwards to hear better. I couldn't. My whole body was strapped down, including my head. Every bit of me was restrained. So I stopped my failing attempt, and strained my ears as best as I could.

'She's awake. Let's go.'

A door slammed, and I winced. The ultra-painful pounding in my head increased.

'Hello, Max.' Said an eerie, evil voice that kinda freaked me out. I won't lie.

'Seems you are taking the medication well, hmm?' It was a rhetorical question. Both he and I knew that.

'that's always good, isn't it?" Again, no response from me.

He touched my hair gently, twining it around his fingers. 'Such a shame you'll go to waste.'

I realized this was a good time to speak up. 'Don't touch me!' I spat, and my voice was embarrassing it was so croaky.

He chuckled and made some notes on a clipboard, just as another Whitecoat entered.

"How is it?"

Uh, hello? I am right here!

'Severe skull concussion, as well as a skull crack. Broken left leg and a broken nose. As you can see, she is in no proper condition for the By-Half Plan.'

By-Half Plan? I tucked that in the back of my head for when it might be useful, but for now I continued to listen to the Whitecoat's conversation.

'Yes, yes. What a shame. When will they all be exterminated?'

'Immediately after we retire the lupine-hybrids. For now, I know some are interested in tests before we kill them all completely.'

The other Whitecoat, a female, didn't respond, so I assumed she was nodding. Then her head shifted towards the door.

'What about the others?' she asked in barely a whisper. So low it was hard for my ears to make it out.

The male Whitecoat responded in the same tone. 'Kill the dark haired girl immediately. The others can be spared…for now.'

I bit my tongue to stop myself from screaming. They were talking about Ariana. How could you!? I screamed to myself, which somewhat helped ease the pain I was feeling. The answer was so simple of course. They could. They would. And Ariana would be dead because of it. You selfless jerks! I screamed. Then I went on to calling them every swear word I knew, hoping Angel wasn't close enough to hear them.

My brain went into overdrive, and I thought of anything that could get me out of these straps, and then what could get me out of here. The beeping on the heart monitor increased, and the Whitecoats seem to take care.

'Sedate her.' Was the male Whitecoat's calm and quick command. The female went to work immediately, wiping down syringes and a small needle. The fluid was inserted in the syringe, and the beeping increased.

I was breathing up and down now, and if I wasn't attached to a metal bed, I would have ripped her head off. She took a hold of my arm and I tried to shake it lose. Long story short: I couldn't. I didn't even feel the needle insert my arm. The only thing I heard was:

'That should hold her for awhile.' And then I was out. Out like a light.