Gassy's POV
After Rose had rested for a week or so she started healing us. She healed Angel's ankle from a time in Antarctica when she was trapped in the ice and Fang and MAx had to break it and she healed a lot of scars on Max. we all had injuries from the schools and fights and she could heal them all... except for Iggy's eyes. She tried really hard all the time but no luck.
"I'm so sorry Ig," said Rose one night "Usually I feel the wound like it's an energy. If it's especially bad the energy feels dark and powerful. It feels like I soak the darkness out and-" she had been rushing the words out like they had been filling her mouth and she had to let them finally spill out but now she paused to think.
"-and I push energy in that helps. I can't really explain it," she said carefully. Iggy only nodded, trying not to show his disappointment. I left the room at this, unable to handle it.
I went to me room and closed the door carefully so it made no sound. I opened the underwear drawer of my dresser and dug through it. Nobody else ever went through it so it was the perfect place to hide things. I took out a shoe box and sat on the floor with it.
I took out chemicals, test tubes and extra wires before I found what I was looking for. A syringe filled with yellow bubbly liquid. It might as well have been big foot for how bad it scared me but I still plunged it strait into my arm. Better not to think about it and just act. I read the label on the syringe as I checked my pulse.
"Experiment number 23," I croaked at the small video camera in the corner of me ceiling "I feel slightly dizzy but there are no other obvious immediate effects." I stood in the middle of my room and I could imagine a tickle behind my left ear as I knew I was being scanned by scientists. I shivered a little.
I rummaged around in the shoe box for a little bit and found the little silver cell phone. It buzzed and I answered it.
"We will give you your next packet of testing material tomorrow at 0700 at the usual spot," said a rough male voice.
"You idiot you're gonna' scare the subject," screamed a female in the background "Let me talk to him!" There was a noise as the women ripped the phone out of the man's hand.
"Hi sweetie," she said sweetly like someone would talk to a puppy "Listen, you're doing really well and soon you can be done and then your friend can have his new eyes!"
I just nodded at the camera and snapped the phone shut. I turned and chuckled a little; imagining to myself the look of insult on the women's face.
"Why that little lab rat hung up on me! I should poison his test tubes," I said in perfect imitation.
Nudge's POV
Max had come out of her room, finally, to help Rose but after a few days she was back to her mope fest of a room. On day three of no moping she actually smiled, realized what she had done, looked around like she had done something wrong and went to bed.
Without Max things were falling apart. I tried to hold everything together but no one wanted to help. Gassy was always in his room doing who knows what; I was starting to worry about him. Angel thought that she had inherited the role of leader and was content to boss Dylan around wile Dylan was only concerned with Max. Rose was still recovering and Iggy was always fussing over her.
I missed Fang so badly. A pang of hurt and anger twisted my stomach as I pulled a load of laundry out of the washing machine. All the anger went out of me as I realized I had mixed colors and whites and ruined everything... again. I crammed it all in the dryer. How could fang leave us? When he left he was only thinking of Max, that's all he ever cared about. No, I couldn't act like that; I had long resigned myself to being his little sister. I had loved Fang but he had always loved Max. Long before either of them realized it I could see it and at first it hurt. But he did love me, just not in the way I wanted, and I was usually content with that.
I sat next to the rumbling dryer, unable to cry. I had been running on pure anger for weeks. It was at that moment that I realized that this wasn't a little argument and I had to stop being angry and deal with it. I had to get used to this, this huge change in my life. My life had dramatically changed before but the worst times were when the cast members of my life changed. With a shudder I recalled my time away from the flock not too long ago. I had stayed behind at a school, the ok kind, and had been alone. Truly and absolutely alone. I thought I had known what it meant to be alone but I didn't because I had always had the flock, my flock. Still the tears would not come; my tears had dried up a long time ago.
I hadn't told anyone but while I was there, alone I had developed a new power that had scared me. That's why I returned to the flock but when I finally met up with them I couldn't figure out how to explain my new found power. They would call me crazy. I had thought about telling Max about it but when Fang left she was so far gone that I knew I couldn't anymore.
I started having premonitions. I started being able to sense when something really bad was going to happen. On Total's wedding day I wanted to throw up, the bad feeling was so strong. I would have come clean except I didn't want to ruin Total's wedding. Some days I wish I had told everyone everything and then maybe we could have made Fang stay. Deep down I knew, though, that he would have left somehow, some other way even if we did stop him. Fang's just stubborn like that.
The day Rose showed up I didn't cense anything. Maybe that was because her coming here was a good thing or because my emotions were so screwed up. It's a mystery I'll never solve. I didn't quite understand this new power or even knew if it really existed. I could have just been going crazy. But I know now that I wasn't and this power was very real and very dangerous and would come close to destroying everything. At the time though I had a strong feeling in my gut that there was trouble brewing in the future and it had something to do with Dylan.
This didn't make me too friendly towards him. I already blamed him for Fang leaving. When ever he saw me glaring at him he actually looked hurt. This only made me more angry; he was an imposter and didn't really care so why was he pretending? I was so confused.
Even more troublesome then my hating Dylan's guts was my problems with Gassy. I would find myself standing in the middle of his room, no memory of entering, writhing in pain. Some horrible fear of what was in Gassy's underwear drawer (don't laugh) tore at my gut and the edges of my mind. I was drawn toward it and still afraid to open it. Something much worse than his underwear was in there. I know I should have just opened the drawer and put my mind at rest but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I should have confronted Gassy but I feared I would only make our situation worse. We were walking on eggshells as it was and I felt like I was the only one who realized this and tried to tred softly.
The tears finally came, cutting silent paths down my cheeks.
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