A/N:
Okay, so I'm psyched! This is my first Fanfic ever!
I'd like to thank one, my amazing boyfriend Zawayix Falconer for getting me to make a profile and start writing here all while listening to me rant on and on about ideas, and two, my mom for putting up with me while I forced her to read rough drafts. Thanks for hanging in there!
So, I'm absolutely clueless on how this will end up, but let's hope it's a fun ride there and hope we all get home safely.
Disclaimer: I'm only saying this once, The Flock characters and some of the others in this story aren't mine and sadly never will be. So, thanks to James Patterson for creating such awesome characters.
Please R&R. Constructive criticism is always appreciated. I say constructive, not destructive. Go crush someone else's dreams if you really want to be cruel. :(
Enjoy!
Prologue:
Ok, so I'm sitting in a freaking dog crate right now planning someone's doom. Not something you'd expect to be doing on a Saturday afternoon, but I have big, I mean major, plans for tonight. Let me explain… So I'll start with the basics, I have wings, yes, wings and so does my boyfriend.
Ok, so you're thinking, how does a girl, trapped in a dog crate have a freaking boyfriend, and wings!, well, let me explain. We're experiments; we've been in a lab for the past and only 15 years of our lives. In those 15 years we've been put to our limits of pain, knowledge, and fear and afterwards a comforting shoulder to lean on is very nice. Well, it's the crate wall with him on the other side, but you get the point. So, back to our major plan… WE'RE BREAKING OUT!
Chapter one:
Day One (Starts Friday morning)
Scientist 1(AKA:Leo): "Ok, so I'm going to need you to run on this treadmill here and when you stop you're going to get shocked. It's quite painful actually *laughs evilly under his breath*
Notice the part I say evilly and how he doesn't say if you stop, he says when.
Scientist 2 (AKA: Maria): "Leo! Get back out here so we can start the test on the subject!"
Leo: "Yes ma'am" and he leaves the room I'm in with the treadmill.
Jeez people, I have a name! And they've even heard me say it. C'mon say it with me Kiy-la. Kiyla, its not that complicated people.
The treadmill starts up and I'm fine with running on it, but that's not their intention, so it's jacked up a notch. The hills become steeper till I'm putting my wings out just to keep my balance, but it's hard to do in a small room when your wings are 12 feet across. But I manage and by the time the test is over I'm exhausted and tingling from all the shocks I received.
Then it's Z's turn. I pass him on my way down the hall, he looks scared, but has his brave face on. It's just a little too brave looking and that's how I know he's scared. (For those of you wondering, Z is my boyfriend, his real name is Zawayix. But, that's just too long to say every time, so he shortened it to Z) We brush wings as we pass just to say it's going to be ok after tomorrow.
That afternoon we were given our protein bars and water with a few greens on the side, most are thinking that this would be an acceptable lunch, but we need at least 3,000 calories a day, if not more. If you hadn't guessed, that doesn't even cover a third of what we need each day, these scientists won't ever learn, will they?
So, continuing, after that we were both sent to a room at the far end of the building to practice our flying and fighting, why is this important you ask? Well, they let the Erasers out after fifteen minutes of us being in there and we have to figure out how to beat them, and by beat I mean kill. We have morals people, we don't want to kill everything. Ick, Erasers, just recalling previous memories is painful. And they smell awful; try mixing a wet dog with dead and decaying matter.
(If you think about it, that was not their best plan, I mean, what if we did escape and we knew exactly how to beat them... I call it bad planning. And, at the top of the room where we do our fight and flight, they can't hear us. Guess where we came up with the whole "lets break out plan," bingo.)
Then night comes and they watch us sleep, creeper much? Yeah, that's the one problem with our breaking out plan. But we'll find a way to escape. Until then, I'm going to sleep. ZzZzZzZz...
So, that's a typical day at The Lab, we aren't quite sure where it is, or what it's really called, so that's what we came up with.
Tomorrow, though, our lives will change to become more than experiments.