Heeey this * hopefully * will be my first ever completed story!
The placing is, right before twilight (: and before maximum ride, so I guess before any of the books :P
Btw I do NOT own twilight or maximum ride!
Anyways, let`s move on to the story.

Chapter 1.

Bella`s POV.

The sad faces of the kids who looked to be about seven at the most, were crying again. I had to shut my eyes. It was too much to bear. Everything was too much to bear, it seemed. My life was a total wreck. Twenty four seven I am locked in this cage unless I am being poked and pinned with wires or needles. To make things worse, you never know when that dying soul of what you have left that makes you truly you, will fade away making you just another one to throw away into the garbage. Oh and in case you haven`t noticed, my name is Bella. And I live here in a place called the school, which is kind of funny considering this place is nothing like it. There are cages everywhere, and you can`t even stand up in them. My legs are so stiff they would probably snap in half if I even started to think about standing up. My only friends are Max, Fang, Iggy, Gazzy (The Gasman), Nudge, and Angel. That may sound like a lot of people to you, but comparing us to how many people are here, well let`s just say we wouldn`t even make 0.01 % of the population. Oh and the reason why we are held in here is because we are being experimented on. When I say that I mean, I have wings. And so do most of the lucky ones. But some of the people who aren't so lucky, become erasers. Yes I just said erasers. Not the kinds on the end of your pencil but the kind that can rip a normal humans heart out within five seconds. The kind, which have immortal strength. The kind, which are trained to hunt and kill. To hunt and kill people like me.

That's just great! Another one dead, I'm pretty sure were going to get a gold medal for killing all of these people!

Oh, and yes I can read minds, shocker there. That was Jeb by the way. He is what we refer to as a white coat. He basically runs this place. It's pretty sad because even though he is the man held responsible for all this, this, trauma, I still feel like he can be trusted, not just by anyone, but by me. It's weird isn't it? The man who locks me up and torchers me, I have feelings for.

"Ha." I mumbled to myself for thinking that. I guess I was louder than usual because I got the attention of practically the whole room. No freaking surprise there. The room is so quiet you could hear a pin drop on the floor and know exactly where it hit the ground.

"What's so funny?" I heard one of the younger kids who was crying before, ask me.

I turned to face him, seeing that his shirt was torn, and had tear stains all over it from crying. His eyes were all red, and swollen. He was also bruised badly. It looked like some person freaking took a baseball bat and went to town on this kid!

"I was just thinking about something funny." I said hiding my face.

"Oh, okay." Then he lay back down.

Everyone else was back to what they were doing before too, which was practically just sitting and staring at nothing.

Creak.

Everyone's head turned as the door opened. Terror was showing in all of their eyes.

"Okay, I'll go get her," One of the white coats said.

Just then all of the male experiments let out a breath or relief.

I heard footsteps coming closer, closer, closer, until, phew, he crossed past my cage. I let out my own breath of relief. Only to have it come and bite me in the butt, as I saw the white coat stop in front of my friend, Angel's cage.

"Get out, and come with me." The man said, as he opened Angel's cage.

With tears forming at her eyes, she got out and followed him. Turning her head back, to look at the room, maybe for the last time, ever.

Now she was gone. Maybe for forever, and maybe not, but she was behind the door, probably on the operating table or something. See I wouldn't know because I have never personally been in there. I don't know how that worked out though, because I have freaking wings! And the only other option I have is that I was born with them, which must make my parents like freaks, or mutants, maybe even birds!

***

Man, Angel has been in there for a long time. I wonder what's happening. I hope she's okay.

Without noticing it, tears are rolling down my cheeks. I'm lucky because everyone is so used to people crying; no one stares.

"That's just great! Another one that's just going to be thrown in the garbage, like the rest of us!" Someone amongst the crowd said, fairly loud.

"NO! SHE WON'T DIE!" Yelled Gazzy, already sobbing at the fact of his losing his sister.

"Yeah, well deal with it, she'll have to die eventually, right!?" The mean voice snapped back.

Gazzy didn't say anything back. He just sobbed. Soaking his shirt.

"It's okay, Gazzy" I heard Max coo. She was reaching her arm out to try and touch his shoulder to comfort him. Failing though, only getting her arm halfway out of her own cage.

Within about half an hour, I think, the door opened again. But where was Angel?

Holding his breath, Gazzy looked over to see the doorway empty. He was about to cry again, but before he could, Angel came out, escorted by that same white coat that had taken her before. Honestly I don't know how she could stand to be around them. I swear if one ever grabbed me I would rip its head off.

"Get in." The man told Angel.

Luckily her cage was right next to The Gasman's, so they could comfort each other.

After the white coat left, I heard Gazzy murmuring to Angel. Not wanting to eavesdrop, I turned my attention to the door. That portal into a room with no return.

Thump, thump ... thump...

Oh no. This is the one part I hate about me. Since I can read minds, I can also hear their heartbeat and everything else that goes on inside that one person. So I could hear when someone's heartbeat was slowing.

Thump.... thu-

There it was. Another person dead. Just like that person said before. I guess he was right. Maybe we are all going to end up in the garbage.