MPOV
The harsh acid smell of disinfectant seared my nose, those I was too exhausted to wrinkle it. "Left! Right! Right! Duck-no- DUCK YOU IDIOT!" Trainer screeched at the other winged mutant who I had left behind. After the seventh hour of cruel training administrated by the blond man whom I had no other name for but Trainer, I had fell to the floor, too tired to move, even when they shocked me with an electric tazer.
I don't know who the other mutants were, though I knew that a few had wings. On the dog crate to my right there was a permanent inmate that was always there unless he was out for training or tests. All I knew of him was his back pressed up against the crate, facing away from me, though his black wing stuck out slightly.
To my left there was always a changing mutant- seven fingered ones, five headed ones with two eyes, no nose, and they didn't tend to last long.
I was thrown roughly into my crate, bumping my wing on the way in, though my wing was useless. I had never been fought to fly, only to fight, to survive. "Watch out," someone snapped, fighting its way into my consciousness. "Didn't you hear- the Plan?"
"What?"
"If you weren't told, then why should I tell you?" the first voice said snidely. "It's not like it's top secret- wow, you must be low not to know!"
"Uh, you mean the, uh… plan to let them out?" the second stammered.
"Yes," said the first. "To see how they'd fare in the real world- in school." There was a pause, and then the two of them laughed harshly. ( AN: For all who don't understand, they already are in school- the school. The school they are referring to is normal school like the one they went in with Anne.)
I slipped further and further into sleep, the shouts of Trainer echoing in my head, the grunts and painful thuds of the punching punching bag (AN: Ha! The punching bag punches them!) against my body. "Get up now! Get up you useless lump! Right! Left! Right! Left! Left! Ha! Tricked you! Get up!" and I floated away.