Hello! This is is my first fanfic and I hope that you like it. Please remember to review.
Our Broken Days.
Chapter one.
I'm flying, up in the air. The wind encasing me in a little streamline capsule. I can feel the muscles in my wings on my back, powerfully moving up and down to keep me up. That's right, wings. Black at the top and fading down to a lightly speckled white. I love this feeling, being up in the air. Streaking across the sky the wind in my face, whipping my hair back into ticklish whips. The air feels so nice against my face. Then I hear something, a bang. And all of a sudden there is this searing, white hot pain in my left wing. More bangs-gunshots, and more holes in my wings and more unbearable pain. I feel every bullet go through me breaking my delicate, hollow bones, ripping through cartilage and muscles. No longer able to hold myself up I start to fall; dive bombing for the ground. Heart pounding more than a mile a minute. I think 'this is it, this is how I die, falling.' But I never hit the ground. From nowhere chains shoot up and grab me at my waist, wrists, ankles, neck, wings, and pull me down, slamming me into the ground. I try with all my might to break free, but all it does is sink deeper into my skin, indenting deep, bleeding grooves into where it's wrapped. Then a whitecoat popped up, with Fang in chains too. His wings unfurled, as black as a ravens'. Shining, almost purple. The whitecoat sinks a needle into Fang's arm and he screams a horrible inhuman scream. No. no no no no no, not Fang. I think. Before I could scream in protest the whitecoat says "I told you to be quiet!" he slapped Fang in the face. "Well then, if you can't cooperate, then I just have to get rid of you, you little defect". He pulls a gun "Say good bye you genetic accident" I hear a click as he slides the bullet into place and points it directly between his eyes. "NOOOOOOOO!" I scream, at the top of my lungs. "FAAAAANG, GO RUN NOOOOOO!" I scream so loud I'm pretty sure I ripped my vocal cords in two "FAAAAAANNNNGG!" I bolted up screaming, I'm surprised that I didn't break my neck sitting up so quickly. My blonde hair drenched with sweat, and the sheets sticking to me. I'm panting like I've been running a marathon. I can feel tears prickling at the back of my eyes like tiny little knives threatening to break through if I'm not careful, my chest rising and falling quickly under my purple tank top to try and gulp some air to make my breaths even. Fang bursts into my room. "What happened, are you okay? What's wrong?" he looks at me, and his face softens. "Another nightmare huh?" he asks. I nod, trying to gulp some air down. He comes over to my bed and I scoot over, my shaky, knobby arms barely holding me up. He comes over and sits down; he unfurls his dark wings and wrapped them around us both, creating a small private little room. I don't get it. I'm the oldest, we're both fourteen, but my birthday is a couple months before his so he elected me leader. It's only the two of us here so I thought that we don't need a leader. But he made me a leader anyway. But he acts more leaderly than me sometimes. Like now. He wrapped me around the back with one arm and around my front with the other, giving me a sideways hug. "Okay, why don't you tell me what nightmare it is. We can talk about it" so I told him. Every little gut wrenching detail; about me being shot down, the chains, the gun to his head. My eyes start to get misty, and my throat hurts horribly from holding back the tears and the screaming. It's all quiet as he rubs my back. Then I just burst out crying. Don't get me wrong, I don't cry, never, never ever. But now I just can't take it anymore. I just can't. For as long as I can remember I have been horrible nightmares. I collapsed into Fang's chest, hugging him around the waist. "I just can't take it anymore, Fang. I just can't. The nightmares, the fear of being captured by the whitecoats again. I can't." I cry into his chest. My crumpled, shuddering body against his strong, warm, comforting one. Jeez… I feel so embarrassed, so weird, so weak like this. I'm not weak. I'm Maximum Ride. I don't cry, I'm one of the strongest people you'll ever meet probably, Fang has told me that. But now… I don't know, I feel like a tiny little three year old. I feel so weak like this. "It's okay, Max. It's going to be all okay. Those nightmares, they're not real. Just dreams, okay? There aren't any more white coats around, we escaped, okay? They're all gone." I nodded against his chest. Breathing deeply, trying to calm myself, taking in his scent, like the wind in your face, like flying through a cloud. He takes my chin between his thumb and fore finger, and tilts my head up so I have to look at his eyes. His eyes such a deep brown, they're almost black. I can see that they're full of concern, and something else I can't explain. "You're going to be okay". I nodded again, wiping the tears from my eyes.
"Jeez. I'm sorry, I feel like a cry baby." I said.
"No it's okay, just, try and get some sleep, okay?"
"Okay, I'll try." Then we just sat there. Saying nothing, just sitting in this little cave formed by his fourteen foot wing span. I feel like I can say anything to Fang. I've grown up with him since I can remember. Now, you see, we were raised in a lab. Our D.N.A being grafted with avian D.N.A, 98% human and 2% bird. So we have wings and our bones are hollow and we have little air sacs in our lungs so we can actually fly like a bird in the air. We don't know if we have parents or anything like that. As long as we remember we've been in the lab we call the School, being kept in dog crates, literal dog crates. And almost every, like, two minutes they would bring us out and do tests on strength, endurance. They would do surgery on us to see what makes us tick. They would also do emotional testing. Show us pictures and videos of the most horrible things, I don't even want to think about the images that they would show us. Never giving us food I was a thin as a toothpick, Fang too. Sometimes they would so surgeries on us without putting us under or giving us pain killers to swallow before so those assholes can see how well we handle pain. And let me tell you having someone cut you open while awake and strapped down to a table isn't exactly a walk in the park. Then one day, while the whitecoats were on a lunch break, flaunting their food in our faces, one of the idiots left Fang and my cage door open. So we saw this as an opportunity to take off, we were twelve then. But there were no escape routes. If we escape now we would just be flying through the halls lost and desperate. But we had to escape. We were dangerously close to dying of hunger or thirst or something. So then finally our escape route showed itself to us by a whitecoat, I remember it so clearly, she said "Jesus, it's hot in here, let me open the window" so she got up and opened the window directly in front of us. Idiot. So we burst out of there like a bat outta hell. And man did it feel good. The wind in our faces, the sun on our backs, it was amazing. So we said goodbye and good riddance to the School and found an empty house in the middle of the Arizona desert, hunkered down and here we are two years later. And I'm still having nightmares about that hell-hole. They get worse and worse every time. And sometimes they're so scary I just can't help myself but cry. Because it's a nightmare, a dream and I can't get rid of it. And I know I can't get rid of it, and it drives me insane. But I fell exhausted from the crying and I shiver at the thought of the School. So I move closer to Fang and we start to fall into a deep, warm sleep.
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-phoenix