Chapter 1: Color Me Everything

I woke up to the familiar sound of crashing waves, I opened my eyes to the dimly lit cell that was my room. I was in The Harbor, which was a genetics lab in an abandoned port on the coast of Germany. I soon smelt the putrid scent of salt water and lab chemicals, not a very good combination. Sun beams entered the room from the small window I had. The warmth was an intoxicating distraction from the ice cold cell. I got up and went to the sink, which took serious pleading to receive, and splashed water in face.

I looked at the mirror to see my face covered in numerous bruises, my skin was as pale as the chalk I used to count the days. My hair looked as if it was a messed that looked like like it had never been combed, which it hadn't. My hair was the only sense of color in the gray colored prison, it was a mixture of green, blue, and purple streaks that flowed it every direction, and with my eyes to match I looked as if my parents were crayons.

I picked up my dog tags than had my name, Xander Guards, my date of birth, and my experiment number written on them. I had just turned 13 with no party or presents and only the date on the tags to tell me how old I had become.

I used one of my abilities and my eyes, hair, and skin changed to different varieties of shades and colors. I had become sort of a chameleon about four years ago after one of the experiments turned me into a rainbow kid.

My fund was soon interrupted when my heavy metal cell door flew open making a loud clang. A man and a woman in bleached lab coats entered making the room look even smaller.

"Hello Mother, Father." My voice was small and weak, and with my long, slender frame it was impossible to look threatening. I looked into their eyes like I had done all my life, My Father had looked annoyed by me making him remember that I was his offspring. My mom had no emotion, just complete apathy, as if I am, and never was, her son.

"It's time for your training." My father said making me wince. What the called "training" was actually just a painful series of torturous experiments that would make you wish for nothing but death. He grabbed my neck and dragged me out of my room and down the hallway with my mother following close behind. Its lights made my eyes burn as if acid was thrown in my face, which happened to a girl with frog genes last week. She was now permanently disfigured for the rest of her short-term arrived at the end of the hall and entered a door into a wide open room with a ceiling about a hundred feet high.

"Experiment Ancient Avian, please remove your coat." A voice expelling from the speakers in the room requested. I remembered why they called me that, instead of just having regular avian DNA fused with mine, I got a prehistoric bird known as Avem Ingentis Pegmentum or Color Colossus. It had feathers that could change into any color it wanted. For me I got my natural hair and eye colors, in addition to my color shift power.

I took off my coat and let my wings extend to its maximum at 17 feet long. They were they same colors as my hair glowed with an aura of colors surrounding my body. I had forgotten to mention this other...feature I had received from the bird genes.

"Prepare for flight maneuver number seven." I had smiled at the command being that flying is one of the few things that give me at least a speck of joy in my life. I shot up and flew at remarkable speed as obstacles appeared out of the walls, floor, and ceiling.

I flew trough hoops, dodged projectiles, and avoided death traps that seemed like they were designed by blood thirsty 9 year olds. I had continued until a dagger was flung out of a hole in the wall and impaled my shoulder causing me to fall fifty feet and land on the hard concrete floor. It was a good thing I healed very fast or I would be dead right know. But at the moment I was lying on the cold floor with blood gushing out of my shoulder.

I was moved on to a gurney and taken back to my cell and thrown on my bed. My mother had sat beside me while the rest quickly left.

"You're lucky Xander, tomorrow you are getting a roommate." A roommate? I have never shared my cell with anyone before. "You better not make him think he's going to get out of here. He the first of six and he's blind, and his name is Iggy. Don't cause too much trouble or I'll make sure whatever happens, you will never fly again." She had an evil grin on her face as she left the room leaving me with my thoughts. I all could think about was Iggy and how after one day at this place, he was going to wish they had killed him instead.

Thanks for reading my new story! I hope you enjoyed and I expect to continue this story. Please leave any suggestions on what I can do with Iggy or Xander or any of the rest of the Flock. There will be no pairings for right no but I might put some in if it's suggested. Anyway, see you in the next chapter. Peace.