Dear PC Log: Down memory lane.

The first time I saw Iggy was when I was four. He was three at the time, just a few months behind me. He was also already blind, but remembered color vividly or as he seemed to whisper. I remember hearing him whisper questions like, 'Is my hair still blond?' and later, 'What color are my eyes then?' Being in cage next to Iggy had to be one of the saddest things of my childhood. Of course being in a cage myself with other children was sad, but Iggy the smallest most pathetic thing at the time made me feel even worse. He never took well to tests either. He would run through the mazes that he knew by heart, slamming into walls anyway. Sometimes he'd even just lay there and let electric shock him up and down till the scientist decided to let him out. When they made us sit in rooms for hours testing our motion abilities, Iggy would fall over himself like he only had one leg too. Also unlike Max and I, he never used to fly. We were all small so our cages were big enough to let us float gently up and down. I never even saw Iggy's wings flutter. Most times during our early childhood till Nudge and Gazzy came, Iggy could be classified as a zombie. When he first heard Nudge's voice he seemed to respond to her by looking her way. And when Gazzy made his famous stink, his nose would crinkle just a bit. This was now to the point where Max had assigned who was her friend or not. At this point it was Iggy, Nudge, Gazzy, and me. Only we didn't have names yet. Max was the only one with a name. The way it really went was, 'I'll have the white blind boy, the dark-haired one, the brown girl, and the little kid who stinks.' And that was that. Only later did we decide naming ourselves would be a lot easier when Jeb introduced Angel, (also one of the few that had a name already) and broke us out (Iggy and Angel being carried of course). Max stayed Max but by the time we had escaped out of the school boundaries and lost the Erasers, I decided that strong creatures had fangs and I wanted to be strong like the Erasers but not evil, so I became Fang. We named Nudge because she always used to nudge one of use when she wanted our attention so she could talk our ears off some more. Iggy, who never spoke named The Gasman by uttering his first few words when Gazzy cut one loose. "So . . . gassy." Those were his only two words, but Max said, "Yeah, he's so gassy. He's the king of gas. The Gasman." I nodded in agreement, I always agreed with Max when I was at that age. "Yeah, Gazzy." It took us the longest to name Iggy since he didn't have any preference or any features we always wanted to be reminded of. Snowy was our first pick since he had such clear white skin. Our next bet would have been Eyes even though we all hated it. One day Iggy just came downstairs with baby Angel toddling next to him and announced his name was Iggy. I never did learn to know how Iggy named himself to this day, but I guess it's for the better if I don't 'cuase I'd end up feeling really stupid if Iggy got his name from a TV show or something while I had a deep and philosophical reason for mine. Logging off of my Log: Fang

I logged off my computer diary with some reluctance. I was always free to talk about whatever I wanted on the computer. It's like I was wearing a mask with a name on it. All the people online know is that my name is Fang and that I'm a mutant. No one knows what I really feel and really enjoy. There was a gentle tap at my door interrupting my thoughts. "Come in!" I said, backing up from the computer desk still in the chair and rolling in front of the door. It was Iggy. "I need to talk to you . . . If that's okay?" Iggy said, sounding more reluctant than I've ever heard him these past few years. I gestured for him to come in then remembered he was blind. "Sure, come in Igs." I saw him tense even more. I got up and led him by the hand to sit on the edge of my bed while I sat on the soft carpet. He fidgeted for a good minuet before I said, "Well what is it bro, I'm kind of hungry so I don't want to what all night." Truthfully, I wasn't hungry at all. I was in-fact really worried about whatever Iggy had to tell me. His news was never good news. I also knew he'd just tell me any old crap if I didn't pressure him a little, (by the way, I plan on making an Iggy 101 book, jk). His face usually revealed all, but in the faint light coming in from the window, his face was dark and clouded. "Please just tell me Iggy-", I said, now really tense that I couldn't tell what my brother was thinking. Iggy sensed the desperation in my usual nonchalant voice and leaned forward with his knuckles to his forehead. "You must not tell Max though", he said his shoulders shaking slightly. I got up and shut and locked the door. When 'don't tell Max' came into the equation things got scary and hard-pressed especially when Iggy in all-seriousness had an issue. "I want to go back to the school."