Title: Sometimes Experiments Aren't Needed
Ch. 2
With Fang and Max
I groaned, blinking open my eyes, the ceiling coming into focus. I realized my head was resting on something soft and frowned. Since when did we have pillows? Let alone big, warm pillows? Oh. Right. I looked up into Fang's exhausted face as he nibbled slowly on a piece of bread.
"When we get out of here, we'll never see you rabbit-eating again, will we?" I muttered under my breath. We didn't talk extremely much, and never in more than a ventriloquist's whisper, because as soon as the whitecoats thought we were speaking, the gas returned, and our lunch disappeared.
"Don't plan on it." He replied, his mouth covered by the bread he had against it. I could just barely glimpse the ghost smirk he flashed before he took what looked to be a big bite, but was actually just another little bit.
"What if whoever is left leaves the other in the middle? Then when we wake, we can bust out that second set?" I wondered.
"Won't work. I tried with you once, but they just dragged you back in here." He sounded dejected.
I sighed. We had tried everything, and nothing had worked. They were just too good this time.
"I would rather get out before the rest of the flock is captured trying to save us." I growled, biting into a chunk of ancient cheese.
"I know." He said, frowning. But the sad truth was, that was highly unlikely to happen. We had tried to use the platter to short circuit the inside fence and then bust out, but the platter was plastic, it only looked metal, and had melted while giving us a nasty stench and shock. We had attempted to bust the doors, live through the pain, wake each other up, bust down the walls, but nothing worked.
For all we knew, they had the flock. There was no windows in the cell, and no way to judge time passing, but from the assumption that they fed us on a regular schedule, twice a day like they did the other times we were here, we had been here for weeks. There had been no rescue. Not that we would have heard one if there was. I sighed, swallowing my last sliver of bread, and waiting for the gas to come, as it would here soon.
Sure enough, the invisible gas came through. We knew it was only because of the sound it made as it hissed through the walls. We weren't entirely sure where the gas came from. It being so quiet and dark, and the gas' lack of visibility led it to appear to come from every which way.
"Um. I'm not dropping?" Fang asked, looking at me, and I widened my eyes, realizing the sound was coming through, but I wasn't feeling the effects.
Then, a more surprising thing- the gas appeared to be making a noise of sorts.
"Pretend. That's what it sounds like…"
I nodded, and shrugged, "Let's pretend then, I suppose." He gave a barely perceptible nod and then we both closed our eyes and sank to the ground. I kept my eyes open a tiny slit of the way, and watched as the door opened, and the female whitecoat who always brought Fang and I back walked through the door. The inside gate opened, and she slid through the first and over to us. I tensed, ready to slam my arm into her, when I heard a very familiar voice inside my head. Angel's.
Don't. Not yet, Fang, Max. Stay there, wait until I get you out of this room. The whitecoats are right in the other room, and if you make a commotion, they'll begin attacking. And you're on surveillance. So stay! I frowned, not sure what to think about that, when I felt the arms pick me up, and drag me into the hallway, passing me off to another pair.
"You can open your eyes now, Max." Dylan's voice was barely a whisper, and I opened my eyes to see into his, then tried to jackknife to my feet, but his hands- currently much stronger than my own- held me still. Instead, I sat up slowly, and watched as the whitecoat drug Fang, still appearing unconscious, out of the door and over to Iggy, who did the same to him.
I tilted my head in confusion at the whitecoat, frowning, and she sealed the chamber, and turned to Fang, "If you can handle it, it would be a good thing to make us invisible. There is a man coming, and we need to hurry you out of the building! Fast!"
I had no time to wonder what was happening, because the arms around me tightened, and I had no strength left to fight them. Dylan stood, and when I looked over I saw Fang's mutinous look. I wasn't sure if it was because Dylan had me, or because Iggy had him and he couldn't get loose either, but I had no time to worry because we were suddenly dashing down the hallway. I hadn't seen the building before, but now I realized that the only really complicated part about it was the security on our cells. Otherwise, it looked like a normal doctor's office or conference hall.
"Oh, the security outside is pretty intense too, Max." I heard a voice say, and I looked over to see Angel, running alongside us, and frowned. Where had she come from? Behind us I could hear Nudge and Total, and Angel moved to run in front of us with Gazzy. I heard a shout behind us as the scientists realized what was happening, and my heart sped up, adrenaline rushing through my veins, even though my muscles wouldn't be able to keep up.
In the Conference Room
The boss frowned, looking at the data collected on the two mutant bird hybrids as his colleagues argued back and forth about what should be done. He sighed, rubbing his temples in circles.
"We should terminate both and start over! There is no way to tell the difference, now that you inserted the new one!"
"There is a way, I knew where the old one was, and it's in a slightly later development than the one we created!"
He sighed as the buzzer on the table rang, and a rushed voice spoke, "Sir, why did Doctor Samsung bring both of the Subjects out of the cell? Neither are stated for procedures for another half an hour."
He looked up, into the shocked eyes of the young female doctor who sat in front of him, "Well?" He asked.
"I-I haven't been out of this room, Sir!" She said, eyes scared.
The doctor beside her nodded his head, "She is telling the truth, Sir. I have been talking with her this whole time…"
"P-perhaps…" another scientist hesitated, and he looked over at him sharply, the man gulped and nodded, "Well. We haven't seen anything of the other subjects, the other bird hybrids… Perhaps?"
He growled and stood, slamming his hand down on the desk, "Send the reinforcements. It seems there has been a break in our security!"
"Yes, Sir!" came the reply from the security room. He shook his head. Incompetents, all of them. The highest security measures, and still the insolent things manage to escape. Worse than roaches, they were.
As he walked out of the conference room with his panel following, he saw the forces rushing past. However, once he left the building, he saw only his troops, rifles toward the sky, and seven dots racing away. "We must get them back. I want them." He growled, eyes narrowed.