Silent.
That's what she had been from the day she was 'born'.
A Failure.
That's what she had been deemed by those who had 'created' her.
A Curse.
That's what she had deemed her 'existence'.
Her name?
Hexx.
Her story?
That has just begun...
A deep breath in. This was it. It had to be today. Tomorrow... was just too late. She was going to run. And make it. No matter what Archer had said.
"Why bother Hexx?" he had sneered, looking down at her, "You've tried countless times and all that happens is you get caught. You already know what your punishment is going to be .Why bother?"
She shook off his words and looked around, through her thick matted hair. They were busy with Scales. Good. Without pausing to even think another thought, she ran. The wind pushed her hair away from her face and she got a clear view of the gates she was running for. They were closing.
"No." She hissed, pouring on more speed. Her feet slapped down on the dry sandy floor faster, but no noise was made.
"Experiment Eight-Oh-Two is escaping! Catch her!" Her eyes widened at the screech through the intercom system and she knew her time was limited. She ran straight through an Eraser line up, barely feeling the claws dig into her sides through the adrenaline pumping in her blood.
"HEXX! USE YOUR WINGS!" She almost fell over when Archer yelled, but didn't look back. She'd find him one day. Taking his advice in, she looked towards the gates. She'd have to use her wings if she wanted to get there in time.
She jumped, her wings snapping out from her back, their dark colour shining black in the sunlight. She immediately felt the wind streaming past her and rose away from the ground, where the land based Erasers were taking swipes at her.
Hearing the sound of more wings opening, she glanced behind her. And groaned. Great, they have wings too! She swerved left to avoid an attack but slammed straight into another Eraser which had come up on her side. They were both knocked off course and her eyes narrowed.
The gates were barely open now. This was her last chance.
A deep breath in, and she tucked her wings in tighter to her body, creating a more streamlined shape with her body. The wind rushed past her faster, at almost 200 miles an hour. She shot through the opening of the gates, wincing when she felt the metal tear into the flesh on her legs. She twisted around, looking at the closed gates.
She had made it.
A growl made her head snap up. Shit, they were coming over the fence. She must have stopped the electrical flow. She twisted away and began flying, feeling drained. Going turbo took its toll on her energy levels.
The next few minutes were a blur for her. Or was it hours? She remembered a flash of pain when an Eraser scored her leg... Or was that when she crashed into the second tree? But then, just like that, they were gone.
"That can't be good..." she murmured, her voice barely audible to her own ears. She tried to keep aloft, but the adrenaline rush was beginning to slow down, bringing with it the pain she had avoided. Suddenly, a burning pain raced through her, her mind going blank. Her wings tucked into her back and she fell to the earth.
"Crap..."
