"What are you waiting for?" I asked the new girl, Maddy. She was a sweet tiny thing. How did she know Iggy? Anyway, questions later, searching now.
We left the room, and stood in the hallway. My eyes scanned the endless hallway, and the nervous feeling within me grew. What was up with that? I flipped my blonde hair back and turned to look at Maddy again.
I caught her watching me; and she quickly looked away, embarrassed. I decided to speak my mind, not about her, of course, but about our situation. "Hey, I really don't like just getting my team and leaving. I want to get rid of this hellhole, and I need Iggy to help me. I don't want any other people expirimented on." I shared a look with Fang, and his hand tightened around mine. His eyes spoke indecipherable meanings and my heart sped up.
Maddy looked away; she felt like she was intruding onto a personal moment between the two. Wringing her hands behind her back, she spoke quietly. "Yeah, I agree."
I nodded and turned left next to room C477, the next room over. I slammed the door open, stepping in without any hesitation. Maddy and Fang followed close behind.
My hand flew to my mouth. "Oh god, Iggy!" I ran over to his side, where another mysterious man kneeled beside him. On instinct, I yelled at him. "What the hell did you do? Why did you hurt him?" I threw accusations at him, while shaking Iggy's frame. His wing, his left one was soaked in his blood.
The tip was missing.
I winced. I knew how that felt. On us, the worst part you could damage was our wings. Yes, anywhere but there. Over a few feet away, was the bloody piece of Iggy.
"I didn't do anything!" The man hastily said, waving his arms in a "I'm innocent" gesture. I rolled my eyes and pointedly looked at him. "Iggy ran into those lasers! That's why his wing was sliced."
Maddy was next to the man. "Dylan, calm down."
Dylan took a few deep breaths. I wondered why he was shirtless until I saw the said cloth wound tightly around Ig's wing.
"Help him, I tried. I didn't know what to do." Dylan said, looking down. His head suddenly snapped up, as if noticing again my presence. "Who are you two?"
Maddy answered for us. "Max. Fang." And she got to work on Iggy. I was honestly amazed. This girl literally just knew what to do. She pulled the cloth away and started working on Ig. It was too gruesome and just too painful to watch. So when I heard Iggy's muffled voice I whipped back around.
He stared up at her, fresh tears in his eyes. I held back the urge to jump his bones. He was alive! And, I was just so happy about it. Fang even flashed a grin.
"Maddy, you're okay." Iggy croaked out. His voice sounded painful. Maddy put a hand over Iggy's mouth, shushing him.
"Don't speak. It won't help you." She said gently.
"At least let me thank you," Iggy murmured under her hands. Lifting up onto his knees, he pulled her face into his hands and kissed her. She responded immediatly, a positive one, but a polite one. Pushing him back down, she softly said: "Ig, not now. You'll get hurt."
"Fine. Do you want to thank me then?" Iggy replied easily, brushing off the slight rejection. I waved my hand in front of his face.
"Iggy! We're here too, you know." I said. Fang nodded beside me and I stood up. Iggy looked over at us and grinned. "Max, is that really you? Fang?"
My eyes widened, and my mouth hung open. Iggy was looking at us! Straight at us, even with the eye contact! Does that mean-
"Iggy, can you see?" Fang asked, taking a step forward. I ran over to him and knelt down. Iggy's eyes were a strange navy blue. "Can you see us, Iggy?" I said, taking his left hand in both of mine.
"Yes, I can." He smiled up at us. "You guys aren't anything like I imagined." Looking away, his eyes suddenly filled with tears. "I was tested on for new vision. It worked, and now I can-" He abruptly stopped. Iggy furrowed his brow, and then winced. Blood started gushing out of his wing wound again.
"Dammit, Iggy. Stop that." Maddy said, fluttering her fingers over him. A few minutes later, when she finished fixing him up again, the five of us promptly left the room.
"Okay, Max, what's the plan?" Maddy asked once we were outside. She was nervous, I could tell. I just wondered why.
"I want to let all the other 'patients' escape." I said, staring down to the next door down. You could hear the quotations in my voice. I continued on, the pessimistic side getting the best of me. "It was sheer luck that Iggy's room was right next to ours," I slammed open the next door and walked in. Nothing.
"Empty." I said. Everyone but Fang followed close behind me. Were they scared? I waved my hands around in the air as I spoke. "C'mon guys. There are a million rooms in this facility, and if I'm going to have to slam open all the doors, this will take fifty years. Go on, but don't get too far. You never know what's in these rooms, so be on the top of your game at all times." I grinned, maybe to lessen the authority of my lecture. "Let's do this."
Everybody nodded, but Fang didn't let go of me. I looked up at him through my eyelashes, suddenly feeling very shy. "Fang, go. It will end faster if we let everyone out by ourselves."
"I'm not letting you go, Max." He said, his voice cracking again on my name. I pointedly sighed, and tightened my hand around his. He grinned at me, his eyes crinkling up at the edges. I knew that only happened because he was happy that I wasn't leaving him.
"I'm not leaving you Fang, never." I whispered as he pulled my into a deep embrace. Good thing everybody had already dispersed, because I knew he wouldn't be openly displaying his feelings to me if they were still here.
I hugged him back, and then let go. Fang frowned at me for a second, and then we moved on down the hallway. Down to let all the victims escape.
Two hours later, I ran a hand through my hair. What the hell?I was frustrated and agitated. Why weren't there any people in these rooms? Fang and I must have opened at least a hundred doors by now, with each room just as empty and dark as the past. What was going on?
"Alright. Guys, come back," I said loudly down the hallway. Footsteps echoed down the hallway as Maddy, Dylan and Iggy approached. They all had the same look. One of confusion.
"Okay. Of all the rooms we've been through, there hasn't been one victim." I said, running another hand through my hair. Fang seemed extremely pissed, probably because we weren't even halfway through. He wasn't happy with the fact that we were still in here.
"Same here." Iggy said. "I used my thermovision to seek out heat signals, and I couldn't find a single one the whole hallway down. What the hell is going on?"
"I just don't know any more." Fang said, and stared down at me. I just couldn't take anymore. Time to blow up this place. I really did care about how many people were down here, innocent or not, but now they were going down. We haven't seen anybody for a few hours, and I'm still surprised by the fact nobody has come for us. I thought we had scientists watching over us all day.
Apparently not.
"Dylan!" I called to him. His head whipped around, from where it was practically buried in his backpack. His left eyebrow raised up, indicating that he was listening.
"What do you have in there?" I asked him, letting go of Fang's hand and walking over. Fang followed close behind, not even wanting to be a foot behind me. I mentally kissed him. How sweet.
"Well," He started off, dumping the backpack's contents out onto the floor. Everybody made a small circle around us, and leaned in to see what's up. "Since you were talking about blowing this place up, I remembered that Jeb-"
"Did you say Jeb?" I asked him. What?
"Yeah, he's my boss."
"What?" My mind couldn't compute. What?
Iggy jumped into the conversation. "These two are secret spies, Max. They work for Jeb. The same Jeb that you're thinking of,"
I cursed. How...? Never mind. I tuned back into Dylan's words.
"Jeb had packed us a bomb, but it somehow fell apart in here," Dylan sighed, and picked up a few pieces. "He also gave us some gadgets to help us out, but we really didn't need them. Now the bomb is apart, and Maddy and I don't know what to do to bring it back together."
I glanced at Iggy, who was popping his back and cracking his knuckles. I grinned, looks like we were having the same train of thought. "Move away, people. Let me through."
Maddy and Dylan had a puzzled look on their faces and obeyed Iggy's command quietly. "He knows what he's doing," I reassured them. Fang nodded and stepped back with me, clasping my fingers in his.
Iggy smirked and stepped forward. Grasping the bomb stuff in his hands, he frowned. Rearranging himself in a criss cross position, he frowned again at the pieces of metal before him. Dropping a few pieces and picking up others, Iggy sighed. "I...I don't think I can-" Then he straightened up. Grinning and closing his eyes, he let out a sigh.
Darting around, Iggy's fingers worked their magic. His eyebrows moved up and down, deciding on things and putting others away. I glanced back at Maddy and Dylan and held back a laugh. They were staring at him in awe. They had no idea that he could do that, but only with his eyes closed. I guess he couldn't do it with vision. At least, not just yet.
"Got it!" Iggy said, opening his eyes and staring at the object in his hands. "I set it so that when I start the timer, it will go off ten minutes later." He flashed a grin like the cheshire cat, and stood up.
"How...how did you do that?" Maddy and Dylan asked in unison. Iggy shrugged off their question, mumbling something about talents. He stuffed the bomb into Dylan's backpack and looked over at me. Casually thowing the bag at Dylan's chest, I felt the pent up anger between the two. What was up with them?
"Alright guys," I said, turning my back and starting down the hallway. "Let's get out of here."
Ana stood up, knowing that she had to get out. She had her new wings, so she could get away. But, she reminded herself, she still had to teach herself how to fly.
She cringed at the thought of how painful that will turn out. How many times will she plunge to the earth from who knows how high up, just to get up and try again? That sounded extremely painful. Getting out of the chair, she wobbled over to the mirror and gazed at herself.
Dark circles hung under her eyes, which were bloodshot. She had some blood smeared on her chin and forehead, a big thick slab of it. Ana felt the hospital-like gown she was placed in. The cheap material was only a millimeter thick. The back was open, and she didn't have anything under the practically see though garmet. She crossed her arms over her chest and huffed. The gown rose up higher than she hoped it did, and she quickly smoothed it back down, reminding herself to not cross her arms again. How embarrassing if she did.
Ana took a deep breath and stood for a minute, trying to work her new wings. They were red, with black tips. At least they were pretty, she thought. As the waves of pain crashed over her, Ana just quickly folded up the wings tightly against her back and made a mental note not to open them again. Rolling her eyes and walking over to the door, Ana paused and took another breath. She had to get out of here. But how-
"Are you Ana Karoline? If you are, come with me," A voice said. Ana looked down and noticed a child at her feet. A young one, about twelve or thirteen. Or even younger than that. Shoulder length blonde curls hung over and she had the most mysterious pairs of eyes Ana had ever seen. Who was she and why was she down here? More over, how did she get down here, or when? Ana's head swam with questions, and she chose one that seemed like a more reasonable one to ask when meeting somebody.
"Who are you?" She asked, folding her hands over her chest. The gown rose up again, and Ana cursed. Shoving it down, she gazed at the child.
"I'm Angel. Don't ask why I'm here. The only thing you need to know is that I can help you. Just do as I say." She said, and whipped around. "Follow me down," She said.
"Hey! What are you doing here, little girl?" Another voice said. Ana rolled her eyes. Will the author please get the damn introductions over with and get on with the story?
Two guards showed up, a tall tanned man named Jacob, and an even taller one named Mike. They both crossed their arms at the same minute, and glared at the two girls. Ana rolled her eyes yet again. Why couldn't she just get out of this place?
"Don't question me, guards. Do your duty and you wil get along fine." Angela said, grabbing Ana's wrist and moving through the two men.
"No," Mike said, taking a step closer. "Tell me what you're doing down here."
Angela stood still, and gave him the scariest glare Ana had ever seen. Even Ana glanced away, worried over the fact that she was being led to who-knows-where with this demon child.
"Out of my way." Angela said, flicking a hand out.
Mike flew backwards, thrown by some unseen force. Jacob stood there open mouthed and lunged at Angela. She simply glanced at him and he went sprawling down the hallway.
Ana's eyes widened. Mike choked some words out, but Ana couldn't decipher what he said. Jacob shakily stood up, and braced himself onto his knees. Whenever he spoke, Ana could make out what he said. "You...what the hell are you?" He choked out before collasping face down. Ana glanced over just in time to see Mike's eyes toll into the back of his head.
Shivers ran through Ana's body. Jacob was right. What in the world was this little girl? How did she posess so much power? Why was she so secretive and dangerous?
"Do you have anything to say?" Angela said, turning back and glaring at Ana. Ana quickly shook her head and clasped her hands behind her back.
"Good, now, do as I say. Don't ask questions. Follow me." Angela roughly commanded and she walked away. Ana stood for a minute, assessing her situation. What could she possibly do to get away from this child?
Nothing.
Sighing heavily and trudging behind the little girl, Ana's thoughts whirled around in her head. What could she do now?
[Okay! I'm back! With the worst sunburn evah. :( But, at least I'm alive! You know, while in Galveston, there were two guys who got swept away in the ocean, and the day it happened was the day I was boogie boarding in the ocean! Whew! Glad I wasn't swept away. I had a great vacation, you know, aside from the fact the MY HOTEL WAS HAUNTED! I had stayed the night in the Tremont House, which is a very active place, at least paranormally. The story was that one day, like 50 years ago, a guy was gambling on the bottom floor. He was extremely lucky, and he won 100 grand or something. Well, that night, when he went up into his room, room 219, he was brutally murdered and was robbed. They say his ghost still haunts that room, and if you shuffle a deck of cards really well and set it on the nightstand before you go to sleep, then in the morning, the cards sill be in order. Like Ace, 2, 3, 4, and so on. I didn't stay the night in that room, (hell no!) but my room number was 210. JUST NINE ROOMS AWAY!
Anyway, I'll quit blabbing and let you read the next chap. Sorry for squabbling about my "experience" but you know, I just had to tell somebody.
Thanks for reading up this far! I love y'all!]
PS- Jacob, Michael, and Ana, I love you guys, but, seriously, I really don't know what to do with you! Are you having fun with your comment war?