Floating, swimming in pure darkness. Trying to find my hold on this world. Anger, that's all I feel, anger and pain. Anger towards the school and the white coats, for all the pain the put me through. And anger towards her. if she hadn't escaped none of this would have happened. My name is Lydia and was created to kill Maximum Ride.

Lydia's Dairy

Day one:

I woke up today in a cold metal cage. I'm wearing what looks to be a whit hospital gown. It's very dark and near impossible to see but I have enough light to see and write. All around me are cages with other... things in them, trapped like me. I can hear their uneven breaths and inhuman groans and moans. Sometimes I see glimpses of them; pale yellow eyes or green, slimy scales but they always go back into those dark corners.

But every time the door opens, some one in a white coat will come in a drag one of those things out. Yesterday, they took something or someone and dragged them. I saw her, yes her, she looked my age 7 or 8 but she had ears like a fox. She caught me staring and looked at me. She never spoke but her eyes were pleading for me to help. Then she was gone. next I heard screaming. screams of pain and pure agony. So inhuman but so helpless. I got scared and hid in the corner. The screams stopped soon after and the girl never came back.

What's going to happen to me?

Day 780:

I've been here for a little over two years. in the same dark room, in the same cage. I dread the moment that door opens. That's when you hear it. The inhuman scrams, growls, and shrieks. I almost lost all hope but when I go to bed at night I can always here a girl whispering something, comforting words to someone else. Ever since the white coats stared experimenting on me I've gotten new abilities. They heightened my senses; my hearing, sight, and sense of smell. I can even see in the dark. I heard them whispering something about the "final stage". I hope they don't mean me.

but now I understand why every one hides. They don't want to be the next to die.

Day I lost count:

Gone, Jeb one of the white coats took her. He took the girl that whispered comforting words. He took her and 5 others and helped them escape. Now I am alone. Even though she never knew who I was. Now I have no hope. I am about 12 now, the final experiment has been going on for two years and every time I scream and beg for them to stop they ignore me. The firs day of the experiment the gave me wings, I don't know how or why but they did. The feathers on my wings start off as dark purple on the top and gradually get darker until they're black. After that they gave me the ability to breath underwater. And just today they gave me the ability to read minds and block any body from reading my thoughts. I can run really fast too. and I'm super strong.

Am I just an experiment to them? I don't even know who I am anymore. Do I have a name? if I do, is it a pretty name? You know what I am going to call myself Lydia. I like that name.

Day who cares anymore:

The final experiment ended a year ago now all I do is train. The last thing the ever did was put a sorta invisible armor on me. you can only see it if you look at the weakest spot on it. My neck, that's the weak point. it looks like scales almost, like scales on a fish. So now I can't be effected by thing like electrocution. But in the early stages of the armor they tried to check to she if it was strong by electrocuting me. Now I have a scar running from my forehead above my left eye, straight down my face ending at the bottom of my jaw bone. I am now 14 years old apparently I'm ready to be told why I am the way I am. So tomorrow I'm am going to be told everything, from the reason I'm here to, why I am needed.

Lydia POV:

I sighed and put my dairy away and closed my eyes. My dreams filled with the tortured screams of he people trapped in the school.

I woke up the next day to my cage door opening. I looked up and saw a white coat standing there. "Today you are going to be informed on the reason you're here and why you are needed. But first you need to shower. Clothes have already been put out for you. Follow me and don't think about escaping, we have erasers guarding this place." he said. I nodded and followed him into a bathroom in had a shower, a sink, a mirror and even makeup. next to the shower I saw a baby blue towel neatly folded and next to some clothes and a pair of black combat boots. (Part of my training was learning all about the world form fashion to makeup to even things like science, history, math, English and other world languages). I nodded and thanked him. He turned to leave but said "fair warning we have erasers guarding the door." I nodded and he left.

I stood their for a moment before undressing and turned on the water. I stepped in and cleaned myself free of all the dirt from the cage. I finish and get dressed. I look at the clothes black combat boots, black pants, and a long sleeved purple shirt. I looked around and saw other things like nail polish and hair dye. I think for a moment then grab the purple hair dye. I look at myself in the mirror. I haven't seen my reflection in a long time. I take my hand and gently run my finger down my scar. I then run my hand through my hair. My hair is black and goes down to my shoulder blades. I take the purple hair dye and give myself purple highlights. Once I do that I take the brush and brush my hair so my bangs cover my scar, I then put my hair up into a ponytail and open the door.

The two erasers look at me, "I'm ready to go now" I say. they both nod and start walking one in front of me and the other one behind me. We turned down hallways silently. I kept looking ahead afraid the if I looked next to me I would see the torturing another poor child. The eraser in fro t of me stopped and opened the door in front of us. I walked in. the room was plain and white nothing special. in the middle of the room was a table and to chairs, one across from the other. in one chair sat a white coat he looked at me. "Sit" he told me. I sat down on the chair across from his. "Now I know you want to know why you're here and all. We created you, trained you for one sole purpose. You see do you remember anything before the school." he asked. I concentrated hard but nothing I can't remember anything. I shook my head no. "Well that's because suppressed any happy memory you have" he said. "WHY" I demanded. I need to know I was once happy, that I once had a family, that I was once loved. "We need you to do something for us and we'll give you all your memories back and we'll let you go free. "What do I have to do?" I asked. he looked at me and smirked, "Kill Maximum Ride and if you can kill the rest of her pesky flappy friends as well" he said and put a some throwing knives on the table, like the ones I trained with, the ones that will always return to my hand since I can control metal. I looked at him.

"I'll do it" I said. He smiled. I got up and left, I walked right out of the school and opened my purple wings. I rose into the air with the knives hidden in my boots. 'Run Maximum Ride, because I am coming to get you' I thought.

My name is Lydia, I am 14 years old and I was created to kill Maximum Ride.

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