Hey people so sorry it's been a few days or so. I've kinda been super busy this summer and having no time for my computer. But people want it so here is chapter 15, back to IPOV. Oh and was the note or last chapter pointless? Did you guys like it? I know I'm not a good speller so sorry, and here we go. Disclaimer: I do not own Maximum Ride, just the plot of this story.

Chapter 15: Being the Guinea Pig

Three days? Yeah, I think that's right. I'm pretty sure I've been in hell for three or more days now. Time flies when you're constantly in pain. Ironic isn't it?

Well here I was thrown in another training room with a bloodstained shirt on from earlier. What had that been about? Why had I just hurled a gallon of blood up? And all that coughing. I could only pray that it wouldn't get worse.

"So what am I going to do here now?" I asked in a bored tone wishing something would move so I wasn't blind right now.

There's nothing like seeing darkness everyday for seven years. Nothing, you hear me?

"Be patient subject three." David growled from wherever he was. I hissed coughing again into my hand and waited. But my patience was pretty thin by now. Something was ill inside me and they had me standing around like a blind idiot. I sighed but shifted on my feet.

Whatever they had me doing must be pretty long and hard, I've freaking been standing here in the same spot for hours now. A challenge is just what I needed right now.

"You ready for this subject three?" Jeb said over the intercom. Yeah, yeah, yeah let's get this over with.

"No but who cares?" I shrugged.

"Excellent. Let the fight begin." Said Jeb and then there was a loud click before the sound of a garage door opening filled my eardrums. Wait, what? Did he say fight? Like more fist fighting? More?

Well I was different now. Maybe this could get exciting for once.

A wicked grin whipped on my face as my eyes opened and I could see everything around me. We looked to be in a room with plastic trees and they even put sand on the ground, hmmm an improvement, nice. Through the dark shadows I spotted movements and shapes of things. Erasers.

Is this what the flock could see all the time? Could they see in the dark like this all the time? God is this, what I had been missing for years? Is this why it was so hard when I lost my sight?

There was a flash in my head showing an Eraser launching himself at me from behind. Out of curiosity I turned around landing a karate kick right at an Eraser coming for me. Whoa, what just happened?

Like before there was a flash of an Eraser aiming a punch from the right side.

I ducked and found the Eraser where I had seen and I slammed both hands over his eardrums watching him shriek in pain. He crumpled next to his buddy on the floor. I snickered stalking around looking for more.

This was actually beginning to be fun.

"Gotcha." I hissed in an Erasers ear kicking him in the gut then again in the chest and finishing off with a "knuckle sandwich" to the head. Poor guy never saw it coming.

"Send in more." David said from his hideout. I snorted in the trees hurling two more punches to another Eraser and spinning on a roundhouse kick to another.

It was amazing to see the enemy first and send the first punch rather than waiting, listening. I could get used to this.

But just as the new pack of Erasers were coming in the room a pain in my chest tightened. I coughed and coughed and coughed and coughed over and over. Every cough just continued to tighten my chest pain more and more. To making breathing impossible my stomach lurched and for the second time that day I upchucked.

Damn . . . .

My coughs eventually were manageable but I didn't stop. I couldn't, my eyes watered but I stood up to my knees weakly just as an Eraser launched at me. He body slammed me down, pinning me on my back while I wheezed pathetically coughing occasionally. The Eraser snapped his jaws hungrily licking his chops.

Once again in my mind I saw this Eraser bringing a claw down onto my wing shredding it. I lurched twisting and folding my right wing just as the beast raked its claws in the dirt where my wing should have bee. Uh, too close of a call.

With one kick I raised my knee to his gut, he released one hand and arm of mine which I used to smash my fist in his snout. The look of pain made me grin more as I threw him off me jumping to my feet coughing again.

Suddenly the world around me was spinning and blurring my vision. I stumbled blinking trying to focus on the enemy so I could fight back. The pain screaming in my body wasn't helping me much either.

There was a loud blow and smash against the side of my head and I felt my self crash to the cold sand unable to cry out as my world went the horrifying shade of black once again. The last thing that replayed in my head was the time I had met family. Max, Fang. . .

~~~Flash back~~~

"In you go freak." The Eraser sighed tossing me in my cage (my new one) where I hit head first against the back of the bars. Once the doors slammed shut I huffed glancing around my surrounding still upside down. There was like a million cages in this new room. (Okay I was five, give me a break.) But most of them were empty of course. I couldn't help but feel empty and alone at times.

So I did what I usually did.

I laid on my stomach opening and closing my wings for a while humming to myself. Sometimes Jeb listened to the radio in his office. And occasionally I would hear it dimly being part bird and all. Raptor hearing.

"Why are you humming?" A voice startled me and I jumped in my cage. I snapped my head around to see a cage across from me with an actual living person in it! Well my last cage neighbor, he um died next to me. This kid was a boy, a young boy maybe my age, with jet black hair in his face, and the darkest eyes.

"Oh 'cause I'm bored." I shrugged continuing to opening and closing my wings. Only this kid kept staring at me from his cage. It was kind of creeping me out. "Okay dude what's your problem."

"You have wings." The boy stated rather than asked.

"Really? No way, thanks for telling me." I said back, and the kid in return frowned at me.
"So what you in for?" I asked. The boy did this odd half smile thing and slowly a wing with dark black feathers, extended from his back.

"Awesome man!" I turned fully facing him now. "You have wings too!"

There was a stir in the cage above the boy and a groan.

"Stupid jerks." Growled a girl's voice. From the cage came another girl our age with brown/blonde hair and get this. She had wings too! Geez people!

"Hey. Join the party. I grinned and the girl stared at me.

"Don't you know they're going to make us fight those dog beasts? How can you smile?" She asked. That made my frown appear.

"Easy do this." I pushed my fingers to my cheeks and lifted a smile. The girl grinned at me shaking her head muttering. Always worrying.

"What's you name? I'm Max." She said kindly. Now I frowned again.

"Um, I don't have a name. I'm subject three." I rubbed my hair sad now. She had an actual real name and I had a number.

"Oh well that's not a name. Let's see . . . what do you like?" She asked and I pondered.

"Bombs! And explosion and fire! All that and me igniting them! Ignition go!" I smiled to myself. The girl laughed while the boy grinned.

"Oh! How about . . . Ign . . . Igg . . . Iggy? For Ignition?" She asked. I rolled the name on my tongue and laughed. Iggy! My own name!

"Yes, now what about you?" I looked at the boy who merely shrugged. Max leaned down trying to see the boy below as he looked up.

"Whoa, you need to like, talk. I didn't even know you were down there." Max scolded and the boy smiled revealing all teeth. "Hey you sure you're not part wolf. Dude you look like you have wings." She said nervously. Fangs?

The boy grinned again touching his canines carefully.

"Hey! That's it, you could be Fang! 'Cause you look like you have fangs and all." I blurted out. The boy stared at me still poking at his "fangs" and eventually nodded grinning; now enjoying his so called "fangs" and name.

"So Fang, Max and Iggy?" I asked. Fang and Max nodded as I grinned.

"Time for three little birdies to run . . . for their lives." And the torture began.

~~~End of Flashback~~~

Despite the pain that had been one of the best days of my life. I wasn't alone anymore.

And I never would be, because the flock would come.

Right?

Yes, finally chapter 15 done. Was this one pointless? Did you actually like the chapter? Was it good? And to all those questions about what I did to Iggy, well you'll just have to wait and find out. Hehe, chapter 16 will come after I post chapter 4 of my other story. I'm glad you guys like them both. Thanks for reviewing. They're appreciated. Peace.