Hey, people. Well, this is my first ever FanFiction! Yippee! (Or however you spell that.) I will admit, I'm not a Maximum Ride scholar, but I'll try my best (I am a TWI scholar, though! ;)). So. These are all my characters, I own them, but (and here's the important part:)I DO NOT OWN MAXIMUM RIDE.So yeah. Let's get a move on wit da story, shall we? (I hate the paperclip.)
Oh, goodie.
Another day in the lab. The cages. The men and women in white coats, poking and prodding, totally invading my personal space. But get this: They didn't have wings. Weird, right?
I was lying in my too-small cage with iron bars. My black and white-streaked wings were pressed against my back. I was staring at the "0000" on my wrist. It was the same number on my prison that was tattooed on my wrist in navy blue ink. That's what I named myself. Zero. That's me. Suddenly some whitecoats grabbed me out, yanking my arm just about out of its socket. "Um, ow," I mumbled. They didn't seem to notice as they put me on the cold metal table that I had to stand up on. They made me unfurl my wings, and got upset with me if I said I couldn't do it because it hurt too much. So upset they would zap me with a hot rod in between my shoulder blades, forcing me to spread them out.
"Fourteen feet!" One of the more ugly and mean women cried. "That's absolutely amazing!" One of the male whitecoats retracted the measuring tape. "It is about done growing, though." They always referred to me as an 'it'. Usually I would feel a flare of anger blowing up inside me, but today I felt so beaten down and tired that I didn't even care. According to the other winged kid in the cage across from me, I had a bad temper. His name is Sliver. He has silver wings and grey eyes, and dark brown hair. Out of all the other bird kids, he pissed me off the most. Then there was Twist. I guess you could call her my best friend. She had pale blond hair and pale green eyes, and snowy white skin that matched her creamy wings. Everything about Twist is pale. She is kind-hearted and sweet, and doesn't deserve her permanently twisted ankle. That makes it hard for her to walk.
As the whitecoats dropped me in the cage, I saw Clover being taken out. Clover has black hair like mine and deep green eyes, which earn her name. She's only 7 years old, but seems wise and has a knowing smile. Clover gave me her famous smile and let herself be taken away, her 10-foot wingspan of black feathers dragging behind her. I sat down in my cage, right onto a piece of rotten fruit. "Ugh, Cove!" I growled. Cove was the ultimate prankster. He was ten with a crooked grin and tan colored wings. I heard muffled laughter from where he was two cages down from me, with Twist in between. "Thanks for that." I muttered, shoving it out of my space.
I heard two whitecoats coming down the hall with my enhanced ears. "The second experiment turned out much better," one crowed. I raised my eyebrows and listened closer, motioning for Sliver and Twist to do so also. "Ssshhh, you fool." One sneered, "Stage two is yet to start." Second experiment? What the hell was stage two? I frowned and looked to Twist. "I dunno," she mouthed.
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A few hours later, and I had dozed off into a surprisingly peaceful sleep. But I woke up to an Eraser rattling my cage bars. I cried out and skittered to the back of my cage. One of the nicer whitecoats had told me that once the Erasers had once been half-WOLF half human. But now they were half-LIZARD. If you ask me, wolves would have been prettier than these ugly ducklings. They had forked tongues and pointed teeth, their eyes looking like they were open when really they were closed. They had patches of scales here and there, and had an unpleasant odor of rotten flesh from their last meal. And that was in their normal form. Apparently the whitecoats were still working on the genetic code, so they couldn't go out in the real world without wearing large parkas and ski masks. The Eraser hissed out a twisted laugh. "It's fun to scare you freaks." With that he walked away. Us, the freaks? Not compared to YOU, mister. Have fun in Hell! Innumerable comebacks buzzed in my mind as the mutant walked away. But I was too scared to say them out loud. I would never say them. Not when I was helpless like this.
So what do you think? Should I keep writing? Review, mah peoples! Peace, love sausage.
