A/N: Heya people! I was going to post this sooner but Idecided to change a few things around. Thankyou again, everyone who reads Freak and especially everyone who reviews!! I wouldn't have kept going if I wasn't getting so much possitive feedback! Ummmm, the story hopefully should start getting more exciting now, so hang in there everybody!

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My ears are bombarded by the noise of a massive explosion and I can feel small tremors running through the building, as if we'd just been hit by cannon ball. Plaster from the ceiling crumbles down onto the table where it rests in a small pile. The Director swears and jumps up as if bitten by a spider.

"What in god's name-" the he stammers, as shrill sirens start to wail somewhere over head. I look around with a blank stare, and suddenly there is a loud, urgent knocking on the metal door to the interrogation room. One of the Erasers open the door from the inside and the other nearly falls to the ground in his rush to get in. The red haired Eraser gets his footing and looks around, flustered.

"Sir! There's been a breach in Section C!" he shouts, pointing over his shoulder. As if on cue, I hear a distant 'boom' and the lights in the room flicker.

"How many?" he barks at the red headed Eraser, his husky voice strangely calm.

"Surveillance shows four heading for hanger two! Avians, sir!" the guy shouts loudly over the sirens. For the first time, the Director glances over at the dark-haired avian standing by the wall. I can see a flash of realisation travel over the guys face. The two seem to be on the same brainwave here, and the kid's not liking what the older mans thinking.

"Intercept them before the locker; use any force necessary, but don't harm them. Put them in holding cell two with the Erasers," the Director orders the Eraser firmly, and the avian looks as if he's about to attack the old man. The red haired Eraser races from the room, relieved to have his orders.

"What! No!" the teenager roars, launching himself at the Director. Two Erasers seize his arms and pin him to the wall. Struggling, he manages to free one arm and punches one of the Erasers in the side. Two more Erasers move in to hold him back. Through the struggling, one manages to pull a syringe on the boy. Hesitantly, the Eraser jabs the needle into the avians neck and pushes down, releasing the clear liquid into the boys' bloodstream.

"Oh, I knew there was something I was forgetting," the Director sneers loudly, and I can see the avian is struggling with his consciousness as the Erasers step away. The silver haired old man picks up a blue folder lying on the table, holds it up for the boy- before casually tossing it at his feet.

"Your chip- it stabilises and records the effects your mutation has on your physical self. Removing it would it would have dangerous effects on your body and most likely, your mind," he said slowly, watching the dark haired teenager intensely. I see a flash of lament pass over his eyes and his head slumps to the side in defeat.

I almost feel sorry for him. Almost. The phrase, 'serves you right' ran through my mind and a small ironic smile plays on my lips. Lesson one; never, ever, ever- make a deal with a whitecoat.

"Take him to the holding cell; next to his beloved 'family'," the Director mutters, before suddenly remembering the reason we were in this interrogation room in the first place. Me. As his Erasers drag the avian from the room, the Director walks up close to me. I stare back at him, blankly.

"Don't think you've gotten out of this that easily, Eraser. I will discover your little secret," he hisses coldly, gripping the back of my chair. I don't blink or miss a beat.

"You can try," I bit back, before giving him a cold grin. He stares daggers at me, and I am certain that he is that close to hitting me. I keep the smile in place, daring him to attack me. I can feel the Erasers watching our silent battle, uneasily.

Another massive explosion rocks the room, breaking the tense silence. The Director broke his glare, swearing in the process. He glares around at his soldiers.

"Get this mistake out of my sight! And, can someone please tell me why those bloody delinquents are still blowing holes in my base!"

I feel four pairs of arms grab my shoulders from behind, and another forces my head to the side. I feel a painful sting in the exposed part of my neck, before chilling liquid flows into my vein. The effect is almost instantaneous. I feel my limbs numbing quickly with every beat of my heart. I groan and one distant thought whirls through my mind as I start to phase out.

Not again…

"Where do fallen aaanggels goo… Iieeee just don't knoow… where do fallen aaangggels gooo… they keep faaaallling-"

"Will you shut the hell up already? It sounds like your drowning a cat in there!"

"Maybe next time I'll drown a little birdy instead! You avians have no taste in music. That was the Bad Boys of Boston- Aerosmith; THE greatest American rock band of all time! Birdbrain."

"No, that was a rendition of the sound a car gasket makes when you throw a spanner into it, dogbreath!"

I groan and bring my head groggily to my forehead. Everyone in the room becomes silent. I had to stop getting into these situations, I think seriously to myself. I keep my eyes closed, feeling a wave of nausea rule over my stomach.

"F- Nick!" came a young, quietly surprised voice. Déjà vu, anyone? I feel a hand rest gently on my shoulder and I force my eyes open slowly. Pup is standing above me with concern in his eyes, but the rest of his face is blank.

"P-" "-Hunter. It's Hunter, remember, Nick?" Amity interrupts me, quickly. I glance around to find her face through a set of bars, opposite my cell. She is in a cell by herself, standing by the bars. She gives me a pointed look, though it's hard to tell through the darkness, and I smile a little at her subtlety. She is using our aliases; it meant that there were others in the room who she obviously didn't trust.

"Yeah…" I don't trust myself to say much more. My stomach is churning and my head still spun nauseatingly. I look around our cell for a few seconds, taking in the dim lighting and cold white, stone walls. The square room had three stone walls and jail type bars which opened the room up to the cell opposite. The holding cells each contain one toilet, one steal basin and one steel bench, and are approximately two by three metres.

Wedged in between the rows of cells, is a small narrow hallway. From where I am sitting I can see there are more cells either way, but with practically no lighting it is difficult to see anything. Even with my extreme eyesight, I can only just make out Amitys facial features.

I sit up slowly and let my leg dangle over the side of the bench I'd been lying on, and Pup moved to sit down beside me. He had a frightened edge to his face, and I know that he is thinking about his last stay at Itexicon. I gently pat him on the back, and he smiles back at me bravely.

"But let me tell ya… Where do fallen aaanggels goo… Iieeee just don't knoow… where do fallen aaangggels gooo… they keep faaaallling…" Kith sung out into the silence, and I couldn't help but grin at his terrible voice. Groans rang out, and I was certain there were at least four more people in here. Sounds like the dark haired avians' family got caught after all.

What I heard next nearly knocked me to the ground, winding me out of pure shock. As I stood slowly, trying to work my way over to the bars to see if I could see Kith's cell, a very familiar male voice rang out throughout the holding cells. I was still laughing silently at Kiths singing.

"Angel, if you don't make dogbreath over there shut up, I'm gonna' use my last bomb to end all our miseries!" Iggy shouted warily. My laugher hitched up in my thoat and I had to grab onto wall for support.

Oh. Crap.