Hello. I'm new in the Maximum Ride fandom, and this is my first story here, as you can guess. I know it might not be good. Just read and give me ideas, alright? Constructive critisms always accepted, and so are flames. I'll try my best to stay away from GaryStu stuff, but give me an alert when my character started to become one. It's hard not to turn your character into a Mr. or Mrs. Perfect.
Prologue
Pain. Red. The color of blood. The liquid that came from opened holes on a body.
Never show weakness. Never attract attention. Never fight back. Never scream. Never show pain. Never beg for mercy. Such is the rule in this place, this hell.
Subject 152C-F4 was curled up in his crate, his knees drawn to his chest, his overlong graying hair streaming down his stained shirt and cotton pants. His dull grey eyes lifted up when the door clicked open. Another one is about to be gone, he thought, but stiffened, hoping with all his mind that it wouldn't be his turn.
Light streamed inside the dark room. A whitecoat stepped inside, a clipboard in one hand. He walked around the room, looking into the crates, noting the livestock. He passed right through subject 152C-F4's crate without a second glance, and the subject let out a sigh in relief. Not my day yet, he thought.
The whitecoat stopped at the crate right next to him. He reached into his key pocket and pulled out a key, then opened the lock on the crate and threw the door open. He reached his hand inside.
A girl was inside that crate. She had horrible patches of scale, crimson eyes, and always chattered aimlessly from day to day. 152C-F4 was always annoyed by her. But now, seeing her shrieking, trying to coil away from the whitecoat's touch made him feel sorry for her. She probably wouldn't come back.
"No!" she screamed, tears streaming down her face as the whitecoat grabbed her arm and pulled her out of her crate. "NO! NO!" The girl landed a kick at the whitecoat's face, but he managed to keep his hand tightened around her arm. The others watched, fascinated with the struggle, some of them horrified. Any hope for that girl to survive was gone.
"Silence, you animal!" the whitecoat snapped, dragging her out of the room and slammed the door with an echoing boom. The residents inside the prison winced as they heard the girl's screams as she was dragged further and further away from them, until her voice was gone.
F4 shuddered. What an Abyss this place is. He unfolded his grey wings, but they didn't have enough space to be fully opened. The crate limited their process. Sighing, he pulled it back in, covering himself with his wings. He had never had the chance to use them.
Like he ever would.
That's the prologue. Read and review, please!