This idea has been in my head for a while now. What if the Flock had part cat counterparts called the Alley who they met in The Angel Experiment? Hope you enjoy.
Disclaimer: I only own the Alley.
Congrats. The fact that you're reading this shows that you've taken one giant leap closer to surviving till New Year's. Yes, you people standing there skimming through these pages. Don't you dare put this book down. I'm not kidding- your lives could depend on it.
This is our story, the story of my family and I, but it could become your story too. We're all involved in this; believe me.
I've never written down my adventures before, so I'm just going to jump in, and you try your best to keep up.
Okay. I'm Obvium. I'm fourteen years old. I live with my family, who are five kids who aren't related to me by blood, but still totally my family.
We're – well, we're kind of incredible. Not to sound too conceited, but we're not like anything you've seen before.
Basically, we're pretty cool, kind, intelligent – but not "normal" in any way. The six of us – me, Jem, Felix, Wink, the Fizzman, and Cherub – were made on purpose, by the cruelest, most twisted "scientists" you could possibly imagine. A stupid experiment where we ended up only 96 percent human. That other 4 percent has had a huge impact, let me tell you.
We grew up in a science lab aka dungeon called the School, in cages, like lab rats. It's pretty incredible we can think or speak at all. But we can – and much more.
There was one other School experiment we know of that made it past infancy. Part human, part wolf – all predator: They're called Erasers. They're incredibly tough,clever, and hard to control. They look human, but when they feel like it, they can morph into wolf men, complete with fur, fangs, and claws. The School uses them as guards, policemen – and executioners.
To them, we're six moving targets – prey intelligent enough to be a fun challenge. Technically, they want to tear our throats out. And make sure the world never discovers us.
But I'm dead yet. I'm telling this story, right? This story could be about you – or your children. If not yet, then soon. So please, please take me seriously. I'm risking everything that matters to me by telling you – but you have to know.
Keep reading - don't let anybody stop you.
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