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The Angel Experiment

I knew I couldn't go on like this for much longer. My lungs had started burning bad an hour ago; i hadn't been able to feel my leg muscles for longer than that. But every time I stopped running , Jeb zapped me with a stick thing. It jolted electricity into me, making me yelp and jump. I had four burn marks from it already, and they really , really hurt. What was worse was that I could feel his eager anticipation, he wanted to hurt me. Well, he could zap me a thousan million times, if he wanted. This was it-I couldn't go on. It was a relief to let go. I saw the whole world narrow down to a little fuzzy tube in front of me, and then even that went gray. I sort of felt myself falling, felt my feet tangle in the treadmill belt. The zap came once, twice, three times, but it felt distant, more an unpleasant stinging than real pain. Then I was lost, lost in a dream.

And Max was there. Max was stroking her sweaty hair and crying. I knew it was a dream because Max never cried. Max was the strongest person I knew. Not that I had known many people.

Ripping sounds and a new, searing pain on my skin pulled me back. I blinked into white lights. Hospital lights, prison lights. I smelled that and almost retched. Hands were pulling off the electrodes taped to my skin, rip, rip, rip.

" Oh my god, three and a half hours," Jeb was murmuring. " And its heart rate only increased by seventeen percent. And at the end - it was only in the last, like, twenty minutes that its peak oxygen levels broke."

It! I thought and wanted to scream.m. Im not an it!

" I cant believe that we got a chance to study Subject Thirteen. I've been wanting to dissect this recombinant for four years," another low voice said. " Interesting intelligence levels, I cant wait to get a brain sample." I felt their admiration, their crummy pleasure. They liked all the things wrong with me. To Jeb and the whitecoats I was a piece of science equipment, like a test tube. I was an it.

Someone put a straw in my mouth. Water. I started swallowing quick- I was so thirsty, like I;d been eating sand. Then Jeb scooped me up. I was too tired to fight. I have to think of how to get out of here,I reminded myself, but now my thoughts were really hard to string together right now. Someone opened the door of my dog crate and flopped me inside. I lay where I fell- at least I was laying down. I just had to sleep for awhile. The I would try to escape.

Wearily, I blinked and saw the fish boy staring at me. The other boy was gone. Poor little guy had been gone this morning, hadn;t come back. Might not. Not me, I thought. I'm going to fight. Right...after...I...rest.

The Next Day

" Okay two more blood samples and the glucose assay will be done. Then we can do the EEG's." Jeb said to another whitecoat. Why isn't this over? Where are you Max? I thought sadly as Jeb and another whitecoat approached. The front of my dog crate opened, and a guy knelt down and peered in at me. I pressed myself against the back of my cage as hard as I could. He reached in to grab my hand, where the shunt was, and noticed my face. He turned back to Jeb. "What happened to it?"

"It bit me earlier," Jeb said."I hit it."

I tried to pull myself into a tight little ball. The whole left side of my face throbbed. But I was glad I'd bitten him. I hated hin. Hated all of them.

" Don't you realize how unique this subject is?" The whitecoat said angrily. " I mean, this is subject

Thirteen. Do you know how long we've been looking for it? You shouldn't damage the merchandise."

He reached in to take my hand again. I didn't know what I should do. The plastic shunt on the back of my hand hurt, and I'd cradled it against my chest. All day I'd had nothing to eat or drink, and then they'd made me drink some sickly sweet orange stuff. They'd taken blood from my arm, but I'd fought them and bit Jeb. So they'd put a shunt on my arm to make taking blood easier. They'd drawn my blood three times already. I felt hot tears prick the back of my eyes and one trail down my cheek. Slowly, I uncoiled myself a tiny bit and edged myself closer to the opening. I stretched my hand toward the lad guy. " That's it," He said soothingly, and pulled out a needle with a test tube attatched. He unclipped the stop on the shunt and pushed the needle in." This won't hurt. Honest."

I turned away, keeping my back to him, that one hand stretched away from myself. It didn't take long, and it didn't hurt. Maybe he was a good whitecoat. And maybe the moon was made out of cream cheese.