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The funny thing about facing imminent death is that it really snaps everything else into perspective.
Like right now. My choices were to either give in and let them kill all of us or fight back with everything I had.
I chose the second one, 'cause I'm just funny that way.
In the split second I had to ponder what form my "fighting to the death" would take, a shadow blotted out the sun.
"Got your running shoes on, piggy?" Ari asked, pushing his hairy fingers through the bars of my cage and wiggling them. "Feeling like a little exercise? Wanna race? Wanna play food fight? You're the food!"
I grinned evilly. Then I leaned over and chomped hard on Ari's fingers. He sucked in a deep breath, then yelled in awful pain. I gathered my strength and bit down harder, until I actually felt my teeth break his skin, tasted his horrible blood. But you know what? I didn't care. Seeing Ari hurt was worth it.
After the car wreck, biting anything hurt majorly, but I shut out the pain and put every ounce of my fury into my aching jaws. Ari was shaking my cage, slamming it with his other hand, and my head was getting snapped around like a paddleball.
But I hung on, thinking pit bull thoughts.
The whitecoats were yelling at me now. Still screaming, Ari began savagely kicking my cage.
Suddenly, I unclenched my teeth and let go. His next kick smashed my crate sideways. It rolled over a couple of times.
I landed upside down, right next to Angel's crate door. Being smarter than the average bear, it took me
only a few seconds to unlatch it.
"Go!" I ordered. "Go! Don't argue!”


The Angel Experiment Chapter 64