One Percent Chance
Summary- When a new kid in town turns out to be an avian-hybrid runaway, with a haunting story and nightmarish creatures on her tail, Edward sympathizes with her. She, Edward and Bella soon develop a close friendship with her, trying to help her forget her past and protect her from her damaging memories. At the same time, Onyx searches for the only other experiments of her kind, the flock. She was created as a project meant to work alone, the flock was meant to work as a group. Onyx, who is now torn between her new life and her lifelong dream of meeting other bird kids, now faces a hard decision. To remain alone, one of a kind with friends, or to find others like her and help them.
Meanwhile, she still manages to feel completely alone in a group of thousands of people.
Prologue- My Personal Hell
Life.
Everything, every creature has a right to life. No matter what.
It's even in the Declaration of Independence, all men are created equal. Human rights, the United Nations, hundreds of groups across the world recognize humans rights to life.
One institution that doesn't?
The School.
My name is Onyx, and I'm often called Falcon. It's a joke, a sick joke because I have wings. I was created, not born. I am not human. I think like one most of the time, I act like one pretty often, I look like one if I wear a coat, I can fool… anyone, everyone, into thinking that I'm human. But that's not enough.
It was never enough.
Never… The School, is where I grew up. It's not a school at all, but a lab. Where other creatures like me are tortured and killed and taken apart, exterminated! Because we aren't human, so we don't have rights. Scientists all over the world experiment on rats, and they say we aren't so different. But all the mutants, we believe we are. And we want to make a stand, and object.
Like someone once said, 'no one change everything, but everyone change something'. I want people to here the story, so then together we can stop Itex. But before that, I need to escape. And because there is no time like the present, I'll return to the present…
My heart beat, faster, faster… could it go any faster? Surely it had to, I need more oxygen running through my body at the rate I was going. Could I go any faster? Surely not. My fastest doesn't ever seem to be fast enough.
My eyes widened as a white coat rushed out. He knocked into me, meaning to of course, my shoulder was tilted backwards, my center thrown of kilter, and I was twisted around to the side as I ran. His eyes widened to, because he knew what was going to happen before I did it. My one advantage. The one thing I could hardly ever control. But, I had been caught so off guard, that it just happened! The man suddenly found himself slammed against the opposite side, there was a sickening crack. I didn't even look back, not caring what happened to him. I winced. I hated using force like that… even if he did deserve it. I probably just bashed his skull in. Run, run! Run! Push yourself, I thought, squeezing every ounce of speed out of my legs.
I winced as another alarm sounded, digging in harder with my feet and shooting forward up the halls. I must remember this properly, I only have one shot. Down the halls, left, left, right, through the door, straight, left, straight, right, right, down the stairs, left, up the stairs, up more stairs, out the doors, right, right again…
At last!
The final set of double doors! So close I can taste it! My thoughts were bursting with happiness, hmm… what to do first, GET SOME FOOD OF COURSE! I burst out of the doors and extended my wings triumphantly. HAH! Take that you Itex assholes! I stuck my tongue out at the grounded Erasers as they waited for the new flying ones. But it was too late for them, they knew it to.
Once I got my wings out, there was no way they were going to catch me. I had… two little surprises, and here comes number two. A familiar bang sounded in my ears as I shot forward, easily flying the speed of a jet, and not those big chunky ones… um no, those ones that look like needles piercing the sky. Yeah… I flew with one of those, or rather just beneath one until the pilot flipped.
Miles of forest passed beneath me rapidly, my wings began to ache, and I slowed to a normal cruising pace of eighty miles per hour. The sun was rising. It was… serene, calm, beautiful… everything I had missed for so long. A noise caught my attention.
Oh the irony. I rolled my eyes, a jet. I snorted and dipped below the normal pilot's eyesight, they wouldn't see me unless they were specifically looking for me. The plane slowly turned, banking, banking, banking… still banking… still going…… yep, still turning…
OH SHIT!
The plane pulled out of it's spiral downward, pointed straight for me. Itexicon was painted on the side. FU**! I thought, cursing out loud. I poured on the speed, not holding back. A concussive banging noise followed as I accelerated up to maximum speed. My eyes watered, and my hair whipped around my face. I couldn't shake this guy! Evasive maneuvers… um, okay, what do I do, what do I do?! My mind was racing.
I dove.
Steep.
Straight down.
At more than five-hundred miles per hour.
"Go, go, go, go, go, go… GO GOD DAMNIT!" I was yelling at myself. Maybe I'm insane for talking to myself, but hell I call it motivation. I flew straight into some clouds and the cold liquid chilled me to the bone. You've been through worse, I told myself gritting my teeth, this is nothing compared to School.
No duh. Everyone has a point where they say, I can't keep going, I'm done, I surrender! Well, let me tell you something, there are some people who cannot afford to surrender if they value their life at all. This isn't gym class. If I quit, I'm not going to get detention, I'm going to be tortured and dismantled. Yeah, lovely isn't it. So, when I get to that point of 'I have nothing left' I have one option.
Give more. Find it within yourself to give more, and do it BEFORE they kill you.
Punching through the clouds, the ground was alarmingly close. I wrenched myself upwards, and felt the g-forces that people experience on a roller coaster try to floor me and drop me to the ground. Arching sideways, my stomach churned, protesting to my sudden lateral and vertical movements that would flatten a human.
Please beat the plane.
Please beat the plane.
Please let me have beaten the plane.
BBBBOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMM!!!
"Yes!" I punched the air. Slowly and watching the fireball, and the ejected pilot with his parachute. The rush of warm air was amazing. The pilot glared at me. "Peace out, jackass!" I shouted, and waved both my arms, doing jazz hands, snapping and pointing like a dancer, mocking him. "See you around," I turned, victory buzzing in my veins and adrenaline from my flight, "OR NOT!" I hollered.
Hunching my shoulders, I let the speed take over, shooting straight up into the morning sky. I am untouchable, unbeatable, unbreakable.
For now.
I soared, enjoying the feeling, before letting reality sink in. I needed… many things right now.
Food.
Shelter.
Water.
A home would be nice. Education not a requirement, but you know, bonus.
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