Okay, big thank yous to everyone who reviewed. I was running around screaming, I was so happy! Apparently I'm not as retarded as I think I am when it comes to writing, so, go me! Moving on….

Disclaimer: Obviously, I'm not James Patterson, or I would be writing FANG right now, wouldn't I?

Claimer: Because I am not James Patterson, I am sitting on fan fiction writing my own story about Emerald, Chase, Dreamer, Harry, Poppy and Jake.

As always, it took a couple of minutes for Dreamer's eyes to light up, sending a green light out. She is only 2% cat, after all. The whitecoat's last words were still ringing in my ears. Leave her for now. For now. What were they going to do to me? I'm thirteen years old. What could they do?

"Emerald? Emerald?"

"Huh? What?"

"Are you okay?" Chase whispered. We couldn't talk properly, even at night. Erasers patrolled the corridors 24/7.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I said. Well, whispered, but you know what I mean. "Arm hurts."

"I'm sure it's broken." Chase said, biting his lip. I look after the five of us, but Chase and Poppy don't need looked after really, so they help me. I'm two months older than Chase, and Poppy's six months younger than Chase. They can take care of themselves.

"Poppy, will you…" Chase said, turning to her.

"Right." She said, reaching her right arm through the bars of her cage. She lost half her left arm when she was seven, after a battle with Erasers went slightly wrong. Not that it makes a difference. She still beats me at rock, paper, scissors. She slowly stretched my arm out and pressed down on the bone. I won't bore you with the details, but finally she lent back and said, "It's not broken, just sprained."

Whaaat? I thought, It feels like it's about to come off!

"Wow, I so thought it was broken! The way it was dangling with Emerald came in and Emerald's face just looked all white and stuff and…" I sighed. Welcome to the Harry show. Here are your earplugs. We suggest you take a seat at the back.

"And remember that time I broke my ankle? I remember. Well, of course I remember, I mean, I broke it. It'll be quite hard to forget you broke your own ankle, unless you were like, really, really forgetful. Which I'm not…." Blah Blah Blah…

"Emerald, Harry's hurting my ears." Jake said, biting his thumbnail.

"Yes, shut up Harry." Ok, I'm not known for my sympathy, but there you go…

"Well, I'm really tired," Dreamer said, "Do you mind?"

"Nah, it's okay, go to sleep." Chase said, "You look tired."

"Okay, night guys." Dreamer said, then she lay back and closed her eyes, plunging us into darkness again.

***

Soon it was just me and Chase awake. I felt him staring at me. So I stared back. Because I'm just funny that way. We stared at each other for a while, then Chase said, "What?"

"I donno, you were staring at me first." I whispered.

There was a pause, then I whispered, " Do you think we'll ever escape?"

"Well, we do know that it's possible to escape, 'cos someone's already done it. A bunch of times." We both knew who he was talking about. The whitecoats were always complaining about her. Apparently, she's destroyed Itex and kicked countless Whitecoat butt. Two reasons why she's my role model.

"Well if we are going to escape, we need to do it really damn soon." I knew what he was thinking about. About two months ago, a girl of about sixteen was set beside Harry. She never spoke to any of us, never made a sound. Apart from when she screamed in her sleep. She died a month ago. Of insanity. I shuddered.

We sat in silence for a minute. Then I said, "We will escape, Chase. I know we will. Someday." He smiled, his green eyes, so much like Dreamer's, only less catlike, lit up, making the dark room lighter. Then he lay down and closed his eyes.

"Night, Chase." I whispered.

"Night, Emerald."

YESSSS! Finally thought of a proper title! It doesn't make much sense at the minute but it will later on. Hopefully. I was so motivated by all my reviews that I updated in one day! Next chapter coming soon! Peace out,

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