This is hopefully going to be my first story I actually finish. This is based off a dream I had. It's… A bit interesting.

The setting is Panem, District 2, 86th Hunger Games. A fourteen-year-old girl named Max with a big secret. No, none of the other Flock will be in this. This is kinda my own twist. And I'm setting down District 2 as Medical Research, which I believe is generally accepted in most roleplays. Also, this is set as if Katniss didn't get chosen for the 75th annual Hunger Games, and neither did Peeta. Just FYI.

In District 2, all is peaceful. The people are going about their work. They are preparing new medicines so that our tributes can have what they need, and we can sell the medicines to other sponsors. I am hidden. Only a choice few even know of my existence.

I'm a nobody. An experiment. A genetic mistake, they call me.

I'm hidden in the secret facility below District 2. It's a place made for experimentation, with humans and animals.

Looks like the Hunger Games aren't the only cruelty these days.

I'm Max. I'm fourteen. I live in a dog crate underground. There's something a little different about me.

I'm part bird.

That's right. I have a fourteen-foot wingspan. My feathers are varying from brown to black to white. I only have feathers on my wings.

I'm part of a secret Panem government experiment. They graft animal DNA onto embryos and experiment on us.

I'm the only one who has survived.

I'm kinda a marvel in the Facility. I can fly, for one. I also have superspeed. I'm superstrong, and super light. I also can breathe underwater, which, let me tell you, can be incredibly useful.

My troubles have always been present. I just got used to them. But one day, they got worse.

One of the scientists walked up to my dog crate, which was much too small for my wings and my six-foot frame.

The scientist, a whitecoat, I call them, reaches his hand into my cage. I am pressed into the back wall. I know what he wants. The IV line in my wrist. I have it so they could take blood easier, since I am stubborn.

"Come on," the whitecoat says. "Don't make this harder than it has to be."

I've suddenly made up my mind. I whip out with my fist, punching the whitecoat square in the face. He doubles over, moaning and clutching his face. I do not see him reach for a button just under my cage as I climb out. I jump as an alarm begins to sound. I look in panic as the doors begin to slide shut. Kicking on my superspeed, I slide right in between one of the doors.

I stand up outside the doors. A carpeted lobby-sort of area sits in front of me. People scramble about. The alarms are going out, even out here.

I hear a cry. "There she is!" A man is pointing to me. Another whitecoat eases towards me. "Come on, Max. It's all right." I see a needle in his hand. I scramble away, running across the area towards the elevator.

As I reach the elevator, it opens, and another whitecoat steps out. I sprint towards a door, but another whitecoat stands in my way.

Finally, I am blinded by light. I look up. A skylight. I grin. I snap out my wings. I flap, flying up quickly, covering my head with my hands. I smash through the skylight.

I happily breathe in the fresh air I have never felt before. I kick on the superspeed, zooming through the sky. The alarms fade in the distance.

I land in a deserted alley. People mill around, preparing for the 86th annual Hunger Games. I'd heard of them, but my name has never been entered, since nobody knows about my existence.

I walk out of the alley. My wings are now tucked in, tight against my back. All that shows are the slits in my plain white t-shirt. I am sure I look abnormal, with my tattered t-shirt, messy hair, torn black shorts, old tennis shoes, and wild eyes set in a dirty face. I get a couple of odd looks as I head through the District.

I manage to stay hidden in alleys until night falls. Only then do I dare to creep out to find food.

As I'm turning a corner, a hand grabs me from behind. I screech, and a gag is tied around my mouth. I struggle, but fingers press into a pressure point on my neck. Then, I am slipping into unconsciousness.

I awake in a white room. The holding room of the Facility. My hands are tied behind my back, and my ankles are tied together.

A man walks in. I recognize him as one of the whitecoats. He smiles at me. "Enjoy your little trip, Max?"

"Lovely," I hiss. "Don't you have something better to do than hunt me down?"

"Ah, Max," the whitecoat sighs. "You have a much bigger purpose."

I look at him. "I just wish I were normal!" I growle.

"And you'll get that chance." He smiles. "Your name is entered one hundred times for the Reaping, so we scientists can have food."

I look at him, open mouthed. I cannot think of anything to say.

The whitecoat throws a dress at me. "Here," he says. "There's a bathroom through that door." He points to a door I hadn't noticed. "The Reaping is today."