Hey fanfcis! Here's the first chapter in my (awesome) story. Just want to say thanks to XXXxSmllEyMe123xXXX, FangandIggyRule, JezebelStrike, HungerGamesMaxRide, St. SilverWings, andNCISaddict98! Hope you like it…

Chapter 1 Alex's PoV

Just a little farther. Almost…there! I took one step closer to the glowing orb. 'Click' I quickly erected a force field around myself, and without a moment to spare, too. Small but deadly darts shot towards me as fast as lightning and bounced off my force field. If I had not heard the soft click of the booby trap, I'd probably be dead on the floor. But, they wouldn't really care. The people in the freaky white coats wouldn't even bother to remove my body.

"Must get to the orb," the thought shot through my head. Why was I getting this stupid orb anyway? That's right you guessed it: the whitecoats. Just another one of their experiments they force us to do. As I stopped for only a moment to think, a zap of electricity shot up my leg. A string of swear words escaped my mouth as I snapped out my wings and leaped into the air. That's right, wings. Real, genuine, black, splotched with white, fourteen foot wings. You're thinking, totally awesome, right? Yah, I guess it is pretty cool, but this is what I get for having them. Cruel whitecoats who walk around looking all smarty pants with their clip boards and such; daily experiments; freaking dog crates to live in!

Finally, I reached the orb and soon as I touched it, it disappeared (just some light projection). Behind it was the door out of this fake forest setup. Slightly ajar, I could hear the whitecoats talking about me like an experiment…again. "It only took Subject 57 2 minutes and 53 seconds to find the orb. That's a new record. Are you writing all this down?..." The door opened and out stepped a whitecoat. Grrrr…. Wait a second, was she holding a tray of food? Warm, steamy food that smelt like heaven. I can't remember the last time they gave us food. Though I was screaming inside, I walked cautiously over to the whitecoat and stared blankly, coldly at her.

She backed up a step or two so that I would follow her, or more like follow the food. I knew this was a trap, I flippin' knew it! It's just, I was so hungry, and I wanted to take some food back to the others who are just as starving.

One hesitant step closer… then another… then-SWOOSH! This disgusting white-ish stuff wrapped around my arms and legs as soon as I stepped into the doorway. With my arms and legs consumed with this web-like stuff, I stumbled to the floor. The harder I struggled the more stuck I became, yet I still thrashed around. I never go down with a fight, ever.

Flopping violently around the floor like a fish out of water, I began knocking tables down with stuff on them. You could just hear the chaos and pandemonium: glass shattering as I knocked things over, people yelling, feet running all over where I caused as much craziness as I could.

Soon, whitecoat ran towards me screaming, "Out of the way! Get out of the way!" He was carrying a big ominous needle. "No, not the needle," I prayed, "anything but the middle!" I just seriously can't go one day without a needle being stabbed into my body!

Then, everything seemed to be happening in slow motion. The whitecoat seemed to jog instead of run. He slowly knelt down beside me. I couldn't help but watch as he drew back his arm and came back down, piercing my skin with his sharp needle.

Then everything…went black.

Samantha's PoV

I almost resent leaving the School.

You're probably thinking that that was the craziest sentence you've ever read. I agree, but even though they're heartless and cruel, at least they gave me shelter and an occasional meal. At least I wasn't lonely…

Uggh! What was I doing, wallowing in self-pity? I have to figure out how to get something to eat. I'm tired of stealing and picking through the garbage. It just doesn't feel right. Maybe if I had a companion, I wouldn't feel like crud. If only Mett hadn't gotten killed by the Erasers escaped from the School, I wouldn't be so dang miserable.

I looked around from my perch on a tree across from some old apartment. I think it's deserted, but I've been flying back to this enormous oak tree to sleep, just in case. I've been here- in God knows where, was it North Dakota?- for a few days now and I'm getting antsy. I Just can't stay in one place for too long, too afraid an army of Erasers will come out of nowhere. With my raptor vision, I focused on a lady and her children ambling home in the falling dusk from a nice day in the park. I just don't want to endanger the people in this small town.

I pushed my dark brown hair back behind my ear in frustration. Okay, I'll just get something to fuel up on, then leave as soon as I'm done eating. But first, a nap. Laying across some thick branches, I spread out my wings in exhaustion. Watching the evening shadows play across my colorful feathers, I "yawn" fell asleep.

And no, I'm not a bird. I'm just a fifteen year-old girl who had avian DNA grafted into her own human DNA against her will. Not a bird, just a mutant freak.

Did you like it? Review! By the way, you'll meet the other characters in Chapter 2. If you have any suggestions, feel free to review. See you next chapter! Peace out…