Mitchell Skye: Project Archangel
If you're reading this then you already know about Maximum Ride and her flock. What you don't know they weren't only Avian-Human hybrids the whitecoats made. There was five other 'bird kids' made. The second generation was only made weeks apart from Max. The problem with Max is that they didn't give her a 'signature' ability. Sure the others from her flock are just like her who can do some kind of ability, but their ability look like child's play compare to me and my squad. We can do things that can take out Eraser's in thirty seconds flat. Before I tell you what we can do, let me tell you a little about ourselves…
Ever since I was born they treated me like a normal kid. I had my own room, toys, and a scientist named Harley Flemming that treated me like I was his own son. Then I turned seven years old and they took me out of my room and did tests on me. They wanted to see how fast I could run, how much I could lift, how well can I problem solve, how much pain I can endure. Yeah they were sick and twisted tests. But as I got older I became a rebel, started fighting back and taking down whitecoats in a second. That when the Erasers came in and I was able to put them to sleep easy. After I had my first taste of Eraser blood, I thought I was going to get… terminated. But I could Harley through the glass and I could hear him say with my raptor hearing "I think we have a new project to start with…"
Ever since then instead of testing me they were training me. Instead of see how fast I could go I was training to make myself go faster. Instead of see how strong I am I made myself to grow stronger by lifting incredible weights. When I was ten they brought in four more kids that were just like me, and as in me I mean they had wings. I'll tell you all of them by their age. The smallest one was called Stewart, but we call him just Stew. When we first met, his brown hair was so bright it blinded me when a light was illuminating on his head. This kid has a weird ability. He has the ability to control the growth of his bones. So if he broke his bones he could heal them the speed of thought. The weird part about it is that he can control his bones to make them come out of his body, having claws come out of the back of his hands and have spikes come out of every joint in his body if he want to, but it's painful to do so. Then there's Crystal, but we call her Christy. Christy's has a big attitude when we first met, but now it's only around 100 percent humans and the bad guys. I think it's her Latina heritage that makes her that way. Her ability is quite interesting. She has the ability to turn her entire body into some kind of diamond-like structure. Trust me; you don't want to get hit by her diamond knuckles! Next we have Rock; we don't know his real name because his parents never had the chance to give him one. We call him Rock because he's the strongest out of all of us (Rock, as in the wrestler? Pretty creative huh?). He can pick up a car even when he was just a little tyke. Then there's Lana, ah my sweet Lana. She's exactly my age, with her natural auburn hair shining brightly in the sun when we're flying. She has the power to make ice out of her hands. And Last but not least we have me, Mitchell, but you can call me Mitch at times when were just hanging out. I have the greatest power of all: I can produce energy beams out of my hands. As I got older, I learn to do so many things with it: create force fields, shockwaves, multiple beams, anything I could think of I could do it.
You're probably wondering who I am and what were doing at the School. Well to answer you're first question my name is Mitchell Skye, the oldest of us. To answer your second question, the five of us are the Archangel Squad. Yep that's right, were not like Max's flock where we are getting cruelly experimented on. No, we're nothing like that at all. For years we have been training to be an assault unit against the School's rogue experiments who fight back. We've killed Erasers that went out of control, prototypes that were destroying everything. After years of being in that stupid laboratory, we finally have a field mission.
Even though the School has given us food, shelter, and resources to make us feel a little like normal kids, but we decided we couldn't live like slaves. After all, were only kids! So when we do this field mission we're going to leave the school and use our powers for good, not for killing test subject gone badly. I have everything planned out from the last second. Let's start with the afternoon before our mission…
When we prepare for a mission, Stew and Rock play some Xbox is their way of getting pumped up for the action they're about to face (Whatever we're facing). Any boy can get ready for battle after playing some Halo! Oh, did I forget to mention we have an apartment sized home that's inside the School? Yeah it's like our own little utopia for teenage bird kids. We have a game room for our two teenagers Stew and Rock hang out every day. The girls have their own room where they do… whatever girls do. Christy listens to her ipod blasting her Reggae music in her ears. This is way of her getting pumped up just like the boys. I find it amusing seeing her lying on her bed swinging her feet to and fro in enjoyment of her Latino music. The lovely Lana does something totally different than listening to her music or playing a violent video game: She reads her favorite books. Today she's reading Slaughter House V silently with her dazzling eyes moving slowly from left to right, reading the pages she read for the third time.
As for me, what I do before a mission is meditate in my meditation room I was generously offered. The bright colored walls, the ancient Chinese symbols, and the numerous candles lighting the room. I sat there with my eyes closed, my black wings spreading eighteen feet wide, every noise, every distraction around me cancelled out of my head, just breathing slowly, slowing my heartbeat, calming myself down…
I started doing meditation when Harley suggested it. He said it will control my temper, and it did. The only times I ever got angry is when one of the kids from my squad was injured by a crazy Eraser or test subject and unleashed my fury. My squad could destroy the whole apartment and my nostrils wouldn't even flare up. I was at total peace with myself, everything was going past me and I didn't even flinch.
"Hey big boy, Heard the siren?" said Lana peeking into my meditation room. "Harley's ready to brief us with the mission. Ready to do this thing, 'Squad leader'?"
I opened my eyes and looked at her gorgeous face and said "Time to stop this madness of living like a soldier. Let's do this."
If you can't tell by my adjective pointed toward Lana, I have a major attraction to her. She knows it, my squads knows, even Harley knows about it! Every time I flirt with her all the time and she just ignores it and goes on to what we're doing. I know she likes it, but she'll never admit. She wants to be a strong woman for Christy. One day she'll give in, you'll see…
I walked with Lana and she licked her fingers and tried to straighten down my cowlick on the front of my head, but failed doing it.
"Good lord," she said. "All the hair gel in the world couldn't straighten that cowlick huh?"
I smirked and told her "Good thing you're hair stays its natural color and naturally straight huh? Or you'd be in the bathroom for hours, wouldn't you?"
She put on a small smile and said "Yes I would! Good thing my hair is like that, because you'd be looking at frizzy hair while we're on the run!"
"It wouldn't matter to me, 'cause you would be beautiful any way your hair is!"
She nudged my shoulder and my squad was ready for action. They had on their special flying suits The School gave us (good thing Lana and I already had ours on). It's just so weird seeing my squad so prepared and ready for action as mature teenagers. Teenagers and one pre-teen that is, if you count Stew. He's only twelve. Crystal is thirteen (okay, thirteen and a half if you want to be technical!), Rock fourteen, and Lana and me sixteen years old, but I'm a few months older than Lana so they made me the squad leader.
Harley came in the room, with his goatee and hair freshly trimmed. Whitecoats followed him into the room and Harley said "We have a problem, squad. One of our failed experiments got out of here and we need professionals to do this job…"
That's right; we're the professionals in this place! Too bad they won't have us around anymore...
"… This experiment is extremely dangerous. Delusional, scared, protective. We need you to eliminate this subject right away! Can you handle it?"
"What's the threat level of the target?" I asked. When I mean by threat level, I mean how dangerous the target (experiment) is.
"The threat level is eight. All of you will have to pitch in, no lollygagging. Understand squad?" asked Harley, and all of said 'Understood!' in unison.
Harley smiled and said "Good. Now let's get to the hangar. The experiment has a head start."
Oh boy the hangar! This is where we get to go out and fly around on our time off, with tracking collars on our ankles though. This time we have nothing on our ankles. Just our flight suits and the backpacks filled with resources we need to survive. After five minute walking, we made it to the hangar. Strange… I didn't see any Erasers on our way to the hangar. They must not want to cross our paths. After all, we did kill most of the Eraser guards when we sparred.
All of us formed in a 'V' formation, ready to fly. The doors opened, with the orange evening sky shining upon us. I looked at Harley and he said "Good luck, team!"
I gave him thumbs up and said to my squad "Up and away, team!"
When I said 'and', everyone's wings were out and we started running and flew into the evening night sky and ready to eliminate one last test subject, and then we're out of here for good.