Okay, to start things off, this is my first fanfic. So please, bear with me. I'm trying to get a hang of everything. Second of all, this "Chapter" is kinda like a preview. Not really the full first chapter. I'm just kinda seeing what I'm working with here.
I'm not going to beg for reviews, because it's totally your choice. But if you've got any reviews (positive or constructive criticism, please), go ahead and send away. :) I'm here to get better, after all.
Oh, and to explain the whole idea of this (if you are even reading this thing, haha). It's kinda how I imagined the lab life of Max and the flock before The Angel Experiment. How they became who they are and that sort of thing. Their personalities will change as the story goes on, as well as there being time skips here and there. We'll just have to see.
Now, on with the chapter!
Disclaimer: I do not own Maximum Ride, any characters affiliated with Maximum Ride, or any plot comparisons to Maximum Ride, in any way, shape, or form.
Third Person POV
"Let go of me! Let go!"
A little boy woke up to the sound of a little girl's screams coming from another part of the laboratory. He sat up in his medium sized dog crate, looking around for the source of the noise. Another kid was still sleeping in the crate next to him, seemingly unaware of what was going on.
"Shut up!" The boy heard something like a slap, and the girls screams again. The rough man's voice he had heard yelling at her before continued yelling words the boy had never heard before. The boy looked in the direction of the voices, and could faintly see the outline of a grown man making his way through the storage area.
An Eraser, the boy thought, and cowered back in his crate.
The Eraser was holding something by the arms, something that was wriggling and flailing, fighting against him. As they came closer, he saw that the thing was a girl. A girl with wings.
A girl just like me.
The boy watched even more intent than before, coming forward in his crate again to get a better look. His small hands gripped the bars of the crate, and his face peeked out as far as it was allowed.
The Eraser came to a crate across the boys, stopped, and then threw the still squirming girl into it. Her tiny frame slammed into the metal bars at the back, and she let out a small cry of pain. The Eraser shut the crate door hard enough to rattle it, snarling at her while he did so. The girl wasted no time looking up and shooting the Eraser a glare that made the boy's blood run cold.
"Maybe next time you'll think twice before trying to escape," the Eraser growled. He left the room, rattling the girls crate first, then turning to smile evilly at the boy. The Eraser left the room, leaving the girl glaring behind him, and the boy watching in fear.
The boy watched the Eraser leave, and then turned his attention back to the girl. She had gripped the bars of her crate, shaking them with her skinny arms and screaming in frustration. Her hands pounded at the door, showing her anger. She noticed the boy and looked towards him; giving him the same glare she had given the Eraser.
"What're you looking at?" The girl's head was angled downward, the shadows casted on her face making her look even more intimidating. The boy's eyes widened and he backed up a little, obviously frightened. The girl rolled her eyes.
"Oh, jeez, kid. Are you really that scared?" She watched as he gulped and looked away, the expression on his face showing shame.
The girl looked at him and sighed. "You don't talk much, do you?" Fittingly, the boy said nothing, just shook his head no.
"Oh, alright," she said. "But, even if you don't say anything else, can you at least tell me your name?" She watched as the boy took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He opened them back up and summoned all the courage he could muster.
"Experiment number 3XK-4YJ-MB8C."
The girl blinked. "You haven't picked out a real name for yourself yet?"
He shook his head no again. The boy didn't even know what a real name was.
"Well, Mr. Experiment Number Whatever. My name is Maximum, because I'm the best." She looked at the boy, noticing the way he looked. He had smiled slightly, just so she could see the tips of his teeth. His canines were angled, like a fang, giving him a darker look. Those, along with his dark hair, dark eyes, dark wings and tanned skin, made him look darker, too.
"And, I think I'm going to call you Fang." The boy's eyes brightened a little more, and his smile grew.
I have a real name, he thought. Just like Maximum.