CHAPTER 1: LAST CHANCES, OR THE BEGINNING'S CHOICES
What if I were to tell ya, that the famous Maximum Ride actually had an older brother? Hard to believe? Well,here I am. My name is Zachery, and I am the first real hero for the world-other than Max herself. I love my little sister, and the Flock. I do whatever I can to give us the upper hand. This all started at the School-but you already know that.
I can remember it like it was a faded memory. As she may have told you, we had only the worst made out for us. Mostly me. They wanted to create the perfect warrior to blow the mind of the world, and surpass the limits of science and humanity altogether. You recall the dog crates and the cold, thin air of that place. I hated it. The Flock couldn't survive like this. So every night, we'd stretch our wings as far as they could, and practice long heavy strokes. One boy said mine were so big, the pillow factory called and wanted their feathers back. Huh, it was almost okay to live this lifestyle.
Every once in a while, a lone boy would come with his father to the lab. They would work like take your son to work day was goin' outta style. His son would often sneak into the cage areas and play with me. Checkers, puzzles...we played them over and over again. I loved the boy a lot, like my little brother. Too bad that had to end.
"Get him!" a rugged voice yelled. I ran down the twisted hallways in search for one thing. I could hear the bullets behind me, some splitting my rags and cutting like daggers into my skin. They were fast, but I was faster. Canine howls and barks filled my ears, while their nasty breathes went up my nose. The man told me where the exit was, but I needed to get to him before it was too late.
My hand stretched for the small shirt of the boy and I cried-***
I was left only a choice. My mind, already on autopilot, made the choice. Fight or Flight?
More like Fight and Flight.
The nightmare always ended there. I don't remember anything after seeing the blood drip down my head onto the bleached tile floor.