Okay, this chappie is a little confusing. But keep reading and you'll see!
Cat's POV;
I woke up to a loud 'God, danm it!' Fang was gone.
"He'll be back," but we both knew he was never going to come back. Dr. Chu emerged from the dark.
"Need anything, Cat?" He asked, with a smile in his voice. I hesitated.
"Yah, you said you would give me anything. So how 'bout this. Let us go!" To my surprise, Chu started popping locks.
"Go. Leave, scram!" He yelled. Iggy took my hand and ran. Max was behind us, calling Gazzy, Angel and Nudge.
"I'm staying here," I heard Angel say. I heard Max hesitate, the run after us.
Cat's POV;
I felt clean after my shower. When I was done, Iggy went in. So, Gazzy taught me about bombs and such. I had heard from him that Ig had a mean poker face. I smiled, trying to imagine him like that. I frowned at my efforts.
Max, that poor thing, stayed in her room, crying about Fang. I asked if I could come in, and regretted immediately.
Iggy also took me out for dinner (after leaving a hugh dinner for Max, Gazzy, and Nudge. He says that Max sucks at cooking). I didn't want to go back home. He was just too sweet. And we came back late, just like I wanted. Leaving me with nothing to say, I charged up the stairs (trying not to slip) to change.
After a while, I came back to Iggy's room.
"Hey," He whispered. "Aren't those my cloths?" I laughed, and sat down next to him. He called me over. I was sitting right next to Iggy on my knees, looking down (or, my eyes were pointed in his direction) at him and me thanking him.
"For what?" he asked, impatiently.
"For taking me out to dinner."
"No problem," I sighed at Iggy's answer. He was such a nice guy, and I had nothing to offer back. I was just a cat.
"Good night," I muttered, and crawled into my bed.
"'Night," he ruffled my hair. I yawned loudly, enough to make Iggy chuckle. I tried to smile back, but then shivered. "What's wrong?" He asked softly.
"Nothing" I yawned and curled up. "It's just cold." Then I heard a shuffle of blankets and Iggy's breathe on my face.
"Is that okay?" Iggy whispered into my ear. I nodded quickly, not wanting him to leave. I fell asleep, not knowing what was to come.
Back at the School. I opened my eyes, and sudden brightness filled my eyes. They adjusted quickly, and I saw a plain, white ceiling. Wait. I could see? I smiled to my self. Iggy, Max, Angel. It was all a dream. A dream where I was some mutant, blind kid in her teens. I tried to sit up, but my hands were bound to the bed. I frowned immediately. 2 men in white coats stood over me, smiling.
"Don't worry" One started "It's gonna be alright." Then I remembered a scream, then a piercing pain run through my body, and everything… went… away…
Gasping, I sat up.
"Cat?" Iggy moaned sleepily next to me. I realized I was clutching his shirt.
"Sorry," I winced, letting go of him.
"What happened? Are you okay?" He hugged me.
"Just…just a bad d…dream, that's a…all" I stammered. I heard him sigh and slip back into the covers.
"If anything goes wrong, just tell me" He yawned. I fell back so my head hit the pillow. Distant memories. Before everything went wrong. I thought of Max, Fang and Iggy. No, nothing's wrong. I can't ask for too much. But right now I have a group of people who are just like me. Tall, winged freaks. Something in my head bothered me. No, not freaks. Works of art. I started my own argument. I'm a blind freak. Nobody wants a freak, much less a blind freak. Iggy turned, which quickly ended my debate. My eyes suddenly felt droopy. Sleep, that's what I need. And of course. What did I do? I fell asleep, hoping nothing would bother me anymore.
See? Confusing right? But, like I said, read on, peeps. Reviews are appreciated. PLEASE REVIEW! *evil grin* Or I'll have Artie roll over you!