Welcome to Ch. 1, The School. (Disclaimer: I only created Rage, nothing else)
Rage rubbed her face, ridding it of sleep. It was about 2:30 AM, but, as usual, she was wide-awake. She breathed the stinking smell of hospital equipment and experiments in hard as she glanced around the room. Her glinting silver eyes flickered in the moonlight that spilled into her cage. She was placed outside in an electric, chain link fenced prison. It was small and cramped but she liked the tight space. She could hear the rough breathing of Erasers. She severely hated these creatures, and she was trained to do so. Her brother had been fed to the Erasers when he was only six years old. She had been eight at the time, but though that had been years ago, she remembered it like it had happened yesterday. She sat and remembered, recalling exactly what had happened.
The cold floor, the screeching of her brother, the sound of Eraser claws on linoleum hallways, she remembered it all. She had been yet another experiment in this incident, and they threw her brother in the cage with her just for kicks. When she finally turned the corner of the winding hallway, she burned at the sight of her brother cornered by rabid Erasers. There were seven of them, and the lab's toughest, too. She had thrown them around like rag dolls as the anger coursed through her hot blood. She breathed hard as she remembered the sight of her helpless brother lying limp on the floor. He had died, despite her efforts, and the whitecoats, finding her extraordinary, had drug them all away without a care in the world besides for they're insane experimenting.
Her reminiscing was interrupted by the sound of gates opening, some thirty minutes later.
Here we go again, right on cue, as usual. She thought as a white coat opened the door to her cage, and threw a noose around her neck. It tightened quick as it fell around her silver hair and almost choked her as she was yanked out of the cage.
She sighed as three other white coats surrounded her and pointed electric sticks at her. They drug her down the enclosed hallway, leading her in the way of the Erasers. They were enthralled by the way she defeated the mutant dogs with ease. But because she could do so, they were terrified of her. Of course, then again, they had a good reason to be. They shoved her into a large building that she recognized right away. It was the same one she had been put in the previous morning to kill rabid mutant dogs. She heard the whitecoats talking as they closed the gate.
" Do you think this batch will hold up?" One asked as they secured the gate.
"Oh, they should, after the adjustments I made. But, then again R-13 did have some adjustments made, itself." The other one answered as they secured the electric connection.
She flexed her black wings and cracked her neck before running off in the direction of the Erasers.
Tonight, those white coats are going to get a show they'll never forget. She grinned as she silently turned a corner to find the Erasers running aimlessly, looking for her. She wanted to get this over with fast because she was quite done with being an experiment.
The Erasers slid to a quick halt at the startling sight of her, but just as fast, then took off again. She landed a roundhouse kick on the first one's chest, and then ran the second two's heads together before elbowing them both in the back. The fourth on jumped for her head, but she ducked, and grabbed it by the feet, swinging it around, and smacking the next two against a wall. The seventh came fast, coming in for a bite, right at her neck, but she grabbed it's oversized jaw, cranked it sideways, breaking it's neck, and threw it behind her, sending it flying down the hall.
Before she knew it, she was being dragged back to her cage by whitecoats. But before they reached her cage, jumped up, doing a three sixty, yanking the noose leash out of the whitecoat's hands, and avoiding the electric sticks. She threw her black wings out and shot into the sky, breaking the noose with her nails, and tossing it to the ground. It hit one of the whitecoats on the head as he cursed and shook his fist at the sky. She disappeared into the dark morning sky and flew east, towards the sunlit horizon. She could still hear the whitecoats cursing, screaming at each other, and running for the Eraser's cages. Even though she was miles away by the time they released the Erasers. She smirked into the wind as she listened to the loud snarling that bellowed from their protruding, overstuffed jaws. They trailed me from the ground, cursing and snarling when they ran into a dead end or lost sight of her through the treetops.
The sound of helicopters started up in the distance. She heard engines roaring and singled in on the whitecoat's conversation.
"I worked on that specimen for nine years, you hear me? NINE YEARS!" One was yelling. "How could you let something so valuable get away?" He screamed as the helicopter lifted into the air.
The helicopter's pilot caught sight of her right away. Darts flew towards her, but she ducked, and managed to evade the hit. She fell through the treetops, and landed on all fours on the ground. She heard the sound of the Erasers in the distance, and darted towards the mountains. She ran for miles, and soon found herself climbing in altitude. She ran through the mountains, and up the side of another. Before she knew it, she found herself standing at the top of a razor back mountain, with a straight drop on the other side. She was at a cliff, one that she couldn't turn around and run from. She turned around only to find, to her very dismay, the Erasers racing up the mountain towards her. But one was standing on a hill, above them, pointing a long barreled gun at her. A red laser light appeared on her black clothes. The school had provided her with tight, flexible clothing that moved as she did, and pulled tight to her skin. The Eraser had the shot, but it was almost like he didn't want to take it. She turned, still not taking her eyes off of him, before falling off the side of the cliff. She fell for seconds before unfolding her black wings, and coasting upwards on the pressure. She turned and swayed back and forth in the wind as she watched the Erasers congregate on the cliff side.
Haven't you stupid dogs learned yet? You can't catch Raging Chaos; it will always come back and defeat you.
Just as she thought she was good to go, she saw that one Eraser come to the front of the others, look up at her, and then throw himself off the edge of the cliff.
No freaking way! She thought as she watched the Eraser fall. Soon, she saw gray wings stretch from the Eraser's back as he picked up speed and gained altitude, coming towards her.
Bloody Hell! Why can't you ugly monsters stay on the ground? She swore as she threw the Eraser a lethal glare before turning and pushing down hard, pulling her wings tight to her body and moving them upwards, then extending them and pushing them down again. She flew fast and hard, for miles, putting as much distance between her and that disgusting waste of concrete and man labor that the whitecoats called a school as she could, but the Eraser was always the same distance behind her.
She soared for hours before the chopper finally caught up with her. It hovered in the air for a few long seconds before she realized that they where pointing guns at her. The Eraser flew at the chopper with mighty speed (that didn't match her own by a country mile) but before he reached it, the co-pilot had already pulled the trigger, and she was spiraling towards the ground.
I hate gravity. She thought as pain gripped her whole body. She winced as white blurred her vision. Pitch-black darkness enveloped everything as she lost herself in pain and, soon, abyss.