I woke up the sound of the bars on my cage rattling. It was the same white coat from before.
Irritated, I rolled over, pulling the small blanket I had over my head as I did. He kept rattling the bars, but I ignored him, until he threatened to bring the cattle rod over.
At that I lifted my head from the plastic bottom of the cage, slowly unfurling my limbs from a fetal position, my bare feet sticking out the bars of the cage.
"What do you want now?", I growled, glaring at the goggled person.
"The director has requested that we bring you to Lab 2, 970." 970, my code, name, whatever you want to call it. He walked over to the opening of my cage and threw me a pair of metal handcuffs from his pocket. Then he stood there and waited.
I put the handcuffs on and showed them to him so he could check to make sure they were securely in place. After many injured white-coats and broken machinery, the dim-wits had finally made it standard procedure that I was to put a pair of handcuffs on in my cage before I was to be let out and brought to wherever I had to go. You would think that I wouldn't even bother and just stay in the cage.
Nope, that wouldn't work, I've tried it before and was given a week without food. Being a mutant, I had survived, but they had drug my starved and weak body out of the cage and made me endure the worst tests I had seen yet. From then on I decided to just do what they said.
The whitecoat checked and nodded in approval, taking a key out and opening the door to my cage. I climbed out and stretched. My joints popped, making the person next to me flinch. The cage had been changed to accommodate my growth over the 14 years I had been there, but it was still small for my size.
I walked with the whitecoat leading me along the many stacks of cages. I had gotten used to seeing human kids with different animal parts sewn on, melted on using radiation, or even burnt on. They rarely lasted longer than a few days so I had given up on trying to converse with them. I had been there longer than any living mutant, all the others had been put to use, or had escaped, leaving me behind and doomed to stay with the evil scientists. We exited the stockroom, slash room for the results of experiments, and made a right into a hallway filled doors that were furnished with windows that let the scientists look into the rooms. We walked the other rooms and went down the numbers till we reached the second to last door.
He unlocked it and I went in voluntarily, I could be cocky all I wanted, in the end they would still win as long as I was in this damned School. There was a small chair in the middle of the room, straps went along the arms and chairs, much different from my usual equipment. I was used to exercise machines, removable walls, things used to test my endurance, speed, thinking, and strength. This was just a chair in the middle of the room, nothing very special.
"Please sit down 970, we're ready to begin the operation", the white coat ordered from behind. I swung around. OPERATION! What operation, not another experiment like the other kids in the storage area. I backed up until my shoulders hit a wall. The whitecoat in charge of me tutted. Two of those Eraser-bots had came up from behind him in case I decided to make a run for it.
"Do you always have to put up a fight?", he asked shaking his head, and reached into a closet in the room, and pulled out a tranquilizer gun. I growled, baring my teeth. There was no way they were messing me up more than I already was. He aimed at me and I dodged, pulling my wings out. Deep black, almost glistening, and leathery,they made their appearance with a loud whoosh.
Over 2% of my DNA was built with bat genes into it. They had been crafted it into me as a baby and I'd mutated into this. I felt my two canines elongate and my pupils narrow, my ears grew pointed and pulled back in my snarl. Long claws had grown from my nails and turned black, I slashed at my enemy as he fired at me. Dodging them I made sure my wings kept out of the way, the Eraser-bots were trying to grab them, but I kept slipping away. Until my luck ran out.
I felt a sharp pain in my thigh and something was shot into my system as I went down. The two Erasers grabbed both of my wings and pushed them down to the floor, forcing me down with them and pinning me as the drug started to work. They waited until I was nearly unconscious before pulling me up and shoving me into the chair, using the straps to keep me down. Steve signaled the two Erasers to leave and a person with a medical cart came in. I tried to stay awake to see what they would do. The chart had medical equipment on it, scalpels, pincers, a cardio machine with electrodes, and different pieces of metal on it. Two scientists came in as the other whitecoat picked up a syringe filled with a clear liquid.
He put the needle in my hand and I clenched my eyes shut as he pushed it in.
"Don't want you waking up in the middle of the operation, now do we?", he smiled as the drug caused the darkness that I had pushed to the recesses of my mind, finally overflow and cause me to lose consciousness.
I went in and out of the drugged sleep. I caught different parts of things that were happening. I was on an operating table once, another time I had a sharp pain in the back of my head. Finally the drugs effects wore off and I was able to wake up. I was back in my cage and sat up suddenly, taking a rain check on all my body parts. Everything was where it should be and there weren't any additions. Except the fact that my neck was sore. I reached back to rub it and felt something under my skin. I scratched at it with my nails, annoyed.
"I wouldn't do that unless you want to be shocked.", a female's voice resonated within my mind. I froze in shock, now I was hearing voices?
"No, I am the director, the 'metal box' you felt was a transmitter, it helps me make sure you're not in trouble or being trouble. Up until now you have been staying the School for simple research, now I want to use you to your full potential.", the voice was the Director? I had never met her, but from the stories I'd heard I would have loved to. Just to tear her head and limbs off of course.
The box in my neck beeped and I was shocked. I fell back into my pillow as painful shoots of electricity went up and down my body. It stopped after a few long seconds and I prepared to tear the thing out, there was no way I was letting this thing stay inside of me. I started scratching fiercely at the flesh on my neck, willing myself to pull the metal device out.
"I wouldn't do that, it's attached to your brain stem, which means that if it comes out, you will die.", the Director was cheerful as she said this, "That was a punishment session, I have a control in my hands and a screen in front of me that lets me know what you're thinking, seeing, hearing, all of your sense are at my control. Now back to the mission I have for you, would you like to take it, or do I have to let my scientists experiment on you like the children around you? It would be a pity, after all you, are a very expensive project."
'Are you kidding me, you're making me pick between doing an errand and dying?', I mentally shouted at her. I was at least going to hear the mission before I picked anything. I told her my deal and she was silent, most likely thinking of a way to make me choose in her favor.
"Alright, I would like you to infiltrate a enemy group and gather information for us." That was the only information she would give me. I decided to take her up on the deal, it was better than being dead.
"Excellent, we will release you later today, your target will be Maximum Ride", she announced after I grudgingly accepted.