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Max

Fear had never been a particularly useful emotion for me, and so I shut it off whenever I had the choice. If I didn't need to feel it, then I didn't. For a long time that's how I worked all of my other emotions as well, until Fang came along and saved that little feeling called happiness, that strange kind of love. However Fear was not something he had brought back into my reality, even when I was afraid I didn't truly hold the amount of fear I should have. It was all mental, and mental ideas could be pushed away until later.

Later being the keyword. This was later for Fear. This was that horrific emotion's time to shine. What might have triggered this emotion in me? somebody might wonder. Why, of all times, would it swindle its way up into my mind and heart in the middle of an escape when I thought about nothing but getting out?

Well, it was Iggy. It was his eyes. His beautiful icy blue eyes that had once been blind but had then since been renewed back to 20/20 vision. It was the way he looked forward towards Ari and I, and the way I looked back at him. Originally I had been watching Fang, until Iggy tripped and I was forced to watch him in order to make sure Fang would be okay.

It wasn't until he looked up that I noticed the oddly unfocused look in his eyes, the way he began to stumble around, the sound of a scream that escaped his throat, and then all at once he let go of Fang and came to a faltering halt that landed him on his knees.

"I can't see! Why can't I see? What's going on!" Iggy yelled, running his hands over his face frantically, it was almost as if he was searching for an on button somewhere but couldn't quite find it.

Lupo stopped, and Ari stopped, but Fang sprinted on past us, unaffected by the world he wasn't in. "Fang!" I yelled, before coughing up a good pint of blood. Even through my pain however, I managed to squirm out of Ari's arms and sprint a good two feet before collapsing.

My legs buckled under me and I fell flat on my stomach, knocking the little bit of breath I had in me straight out. "Fang come back," I coughed out hopelessly. He had already ran off out of sight. I felt pointless tears blur my vision before Ari scooped me up again.

"I swear to God if you start crying I'm going to have to kill him," my brother warned, and so I sucked it up and stopped myself. Fang would be alright. Even lost in a trance he was smarter and stronger than all of us combined. At least, I hoped he was. I had to tell myself he was to keep the tears at bay.

"I can't see, I can't see! Holy Hell I'm bind! Fix me! Fix me right now, Dammit!" I turned back to Iggy in a feeble attempt to forget about Fang, and watched as he slammed his fists against the ground and shouted for his vision back.

Lupo kneeled down next to him and grabbed his wrists, stopping him from hurting himself, or trying to anyways. He still struggled against her in such a way she had to let go and move back so he wouldn't hit her. "Don't touch me! Why can't I see?" Iggy snarled, and Ari set me down on the ground carefully, only for me to defiantly get to my feet right before lamely collapsing back down in the exact position I was just in. My brother snorted at me before turning to Iggy.

"Calm down over there, Chef Snickers. We have enough problems without your PMS acting up." Ari snapped in a foreign way. Maybe it was just my mind playing tricks on me, or maybe it was actually happening, but Ari seemed even more resentful towards Iggy knowing he was blind.

"I'M BLIND YOU SON OF A-"

"Iggy, shut up!" I growled quietly, feebly coughing the words out before resting a hand on my throat for reassurance that I wasn't choking.

"How can you side with him? I can't see! I have a reason to freak out."

"No you don't. You've been blind before. You know how to do it," I snarled, or tried to at least. Midway through my sentence I lost my vicious tone and it faded into something weak, something broken; just how I felt.

"But that was a long time ago! They gave me my vision back, Max. I don't know how to… be blind."

"That's your fault." Ari sneered, taking the words right out of my mouth.

"Hey, cool it! Cut him a break," Lupo interjected before Iggy could yell at my brother again, and I only shook my head at her. It was all I could do without blowing my throat out.

"He doesn't deserve a break. He let this Hellhole operate on him." Ari persisted furiously, and maybe I would have found a way to agree if I didn't hear a quiet sob and look over towards Iggy, who was now crying as he stared at the floor, unknowing of what he was actually looking at.

Lupo and Ari continued to go back and forth at each other as I watched Iggy try to pull himself together, then decide it wasn't worth trying to do. "Iggy," I whispered, and he looked up in my general direction, wiping the tears away.

Guilt was another useless emotion I chose to lock away. Once you felt guilty you lost. There was no winning when you were sympathetic towards the person you were trying to beat. You would ultimately let them win whether you wanted to or not. Guilt was another emotion that managed to swindle its way into my heart.

"I'm going to hug you, okay? And if you hit me I will crack your head open," at my words a watery smile fell over Iggy's face, and I crawled over to him, wrapping my arms around his waist and pulling him into a warm hug that mixed my blood and his tears into one fluid that dripped onto the floor, ruining the beautifully white tiles. Ruining the pristine image of a bad place doing bad things, but looked like a good place doing good things.

Iggy's arms wrapped around me cautiously, as if he wasn't sure how to hug me anymore. His fingers gently trailed up my arms all the way to my shoulders, and then fell around my waist.

"You're so stupid," I mumbled in his ear.

"I know," he answered back, and I was grateful for our little agreement that lasted a whole thirty seconds before Lupo's and Ari's bickering came to a sudden stop.

"What's wrong?" Iggy asked, noticing the silence before I could even comprehend the words coming out of his mouth. But then he understood, because his body went rigid, and then I understood because of the slight shiver under the ground.

Those red blinking lights were self destruct alerts. And the quivering of the building meant it was about to do just that.

Welp there we have it. Iggy is blind, I am evil, Fang is missing, and the building is about to explode. Intensity is my game.

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