A six-year-old Fang sat in his cage at the school. Max was in the cage to the right of him, while Dolly sat in the cage to his left. This was before any of them could really speak; they could only say one-word sentences. It was all they needed to express their thoughts. "Ouch!" "No!" "Yes!"
Four-year-old Nudge could not say anything. She just curled up in her little cage next to Max, afraid that a whitecoat would come and hurt her. Max was oddly protective of her for a four-year-old. Angel and Gazzy were curled up in a cage next to Dolly. Iggy sat at the back of his cage, which was next to Nudge's. He had recently lost his sight and hadn't said anything since. They all wore terrified faces, except Max. Max's expression was strong and fearless. She would occasionally look over at her friends, just in case. She reached in Nudge's cage and stroked her head. Nudge looked up at Max and gave her a cute little smile. Max pointed to Iggy, and Nudge immediately got the message. Nudge reached in Iggy's cage as the other members of the flock watched. She patted his head, but he had no reaction. Max gave a sad sigh.
Dolly poked her hand into Fang's cage and took his hand. Fang looked to her. Dolly's beautiful face had a small smile plastered on it. Her long, straight, black hair fell around her like a curtain. Her eyes, oh, how her eyes sparkled. They were yellow and cat-like. Fang returned the gesture. Dolly pulled her hand away from his and rested it on his wings. She was so jealous of his wings; she was jealous of his ability to fly. Dolly wanted to fly. She wanted to fly far away from this awful place. But she couldn't, and she never would. Dolly hadn't been blessed with the gift of wings. Fang watched as Dolly gently felt his wings.
Fang plucked a feather from his wings and handed to Dolly, as if to say "Here. You can fly with this." She took it in her hands and held it like it was the most valuable object in the universe. He smiled at her amazement.
Meanwhile, Nudge was gently prodding Iggy's shoulder, but he remained lifeless. She gave up on that tactic and grabbed Iggy's hand. She squeezed it as hard as she possibly could, but, even then, Iggy just sat there with a heartbreaking expression on his face. Nudge wished she could embrace him and somehow tell him that everything would work out okay. But it wasn't okay. It would never be okay.
Hours later, a whitecoat entered the little room. He pushed a cart. Each member of the flock cowered in fear, hoping that he would not pick them to experiment on. He said something they did not understand. And the whitecoat picked up Dolly's cage. Dolly whimpered and reached for Fang's hand, and he did the same, but their fingers were just inches apart. The whitecoat slapped Dolly's hand and she pulled it into her cage. Fang's eyes followed Dolly's cage until he couldn't see it anymore. As the door closed, Fang glanced at Max, who was biting her lip. She wanted to explain that they would bring Dolly back soon. But she couldn't.
Weeks passed and the whitecoats had not brought Dolly back. After a month and a half, the flock silently assumed she was dead. As Iggy slipped out of silence, Fang slipped into it. It hurt Max to see the one's she love continually be hurt by the whitecoats, and it bothered her that she could do nothing, not even hug them. She would poke Fang, trying to get him to say something, anything, but he never spoke. Iggy would occasionally look at her and say, "Ouch." When he said that, he didn't mean he had physically been hurt, but that his heart hurt.
Nudge had learned from Max that stroking someone's hair made him or her feel better. Nudge would put her hands through the bars of the cage and pat Max or Iggy's head. They always let her, because it did make them feel just a little bit better.
One day, an unfamiliar whitecoat came in and placed their cages on a cart. He pushed the cart out of the building and quickly loaded them into a van. The flock stared in awe at the outside world, except Iggy, who just sat there looking confused. The grass! The sky! The humongous buildings! It was all so amazing and new to them. The whitecoat got into the front seat and drove away from the School. As they watched the world go by through the mirrors, Max whispered, "Yes! Yes! Yes!" over and over. It was her way of saying, "This is so gorgeous!" to Iggy. They rode for hours, but the flock never tired of looking out the windows. Finally, the whitecoat stopped that van at a little cottage in the mountains. He unloaded them from the van and opened their cage. As the other bird-kids ran to discover the world, Max waited for Iggy to be unloaded. As he cautiously stepped out of his cage, Max took his hand and pulled him to the grass. She grabbed his hand and ran it over the fresh grass. A huge smile crossed Iggy's face.
As the flock learned, they forgot about Dolly. But Fang never did. He promised himself he would never forget her. Back at the school, a whitecoat pulled a cart on which was a cage. In it sat Dolly. She had also learned. They taught her how to fight, and kill, and survive. One thing they did not realize they taught her is how to escape. She was eager to see her beloved friends again. She peeked through the bars in her cage. What she saw broke her heart. Six empty cages where her friends should have been. Dolly felt hot tears threaten to fall and she let out silent sobs. The whitecoat put Dolly in her cage as she started to cry. All she knew was that her friends were gone. Were they dead? Dolly pushed the thought to the back of her head.
She felt something touch her ankle. On the floor of her cage was that precious feather. Dolly picked it up and pressed it to her chest. She sobbed harder. A whitecoat came in and slapped her. He walked out the door muttering words Dolly did not understand.
That night, Dolly decided she would escape from the School. But she didn't know how. It came to her. Dolly clenched her fists and squeezed her eyes closed. She felt it coming. Her skin became a yellow-ish tan with dark spots. Her bone structure changed and her spine curved. Her hands became claws, and her face changed. Sharp fangs grew. Finally, she had fully transformed. She stuck her paw out the cage door and clawed at the lock protector until it fell to pieces. She ripped the lock off the door, and she was out.
She transformed back into her human appearance and, before she could escape, she heard something. Short, loud breaths coming from the other side of the room. Dolly turned to see another mutant, sitting in its cage.
It looked like a human, sort of, other than it's turquoise skin and webbed hands. Her neck had little slits, gills. She had long, curly, blond hair with little blue streaks. Dolly immediately took pity on the little mutant girl. Dolly clawed at the mutant's lock. They were both out. Dolly grabbed the girl's wrist as they sped through the door. She ran as fast as she could as she pulled the little mutant girl behind her. She glanced back to see about six guards running behind her. Dolly sprinted even faster, now dragging the girl. She saw it. There was a sign with large letters that Dolly couldn't read, but she knew it meant that it was the way out. She pushed the hue door open and ran like crazy.
There was nowhere to go. It was a parking garage. Dolly looked around in panic, searching for a way to escape. She felt someone grab her wrist. Dolly turned around to see the mutant girl. Dolly nearly forgot about her. The girl tugged on Dolly's wrist, and pointed. She pointed to a huge...thing. Dolly had no idea what the thing was. It looked like a bicycle on steroids. The girl tugged her wrist again. Dolly had no choice but to follow the girl.
The girl hopped onto the seat of the bike-on-steroids thing, and pulled Dolly on. After ripping a few wires, and putting torn wires together, the bike roared to life. The loud noise scared the living crap out of Dolly. She held onto the girl, who somehow knew what she was doing, and the bike started to move. Dolly wrapped her arms around mutant girl tightly. Mutant girl had a big goofy smile on her face. And why shouldn't she? They were almost out. They were almost free.
They were finally out. Finally, they were free. Free!
The two drove for hours in no particular direction. They just wanted to be far away from the school. They didn't know it, but they ended up in Cleveland, Ohio. Throughout the ride, Dolly gazed in astonishment at almost everything. Grass, trees, lakes, cows, people, stores, and everything else. It was so...real.
It took the two to realize something. They had nowhere to go, no food, no water, no shelter, no one looking after them, and a stolen bike-on-steroids thing.
As they entered the city, many curious faces turned to watch them. It's not everyday you see a blue-skinned six-year-old and another six-year-old driving a motorcycle. A black car with a symbol on the door began to make loud noises and following them. Dolly and the girl had no idea what to do. Thinking that it was just something to ignore, they kept driving. Bad idea. Suddenly, there were many identical cars following them, all making loud noises. The mutant-girl stopped the bike-on-steroids thing. After a bunch of men in black uniforms shouted at them, and being put in the back of the car, and being researched (though nobody could find any information on the two girls), and being registered in an orphanage, the two ended up in an orphanage.
How wonderful.
The two knew it was best to stay at the orphanage, just because it supplied everything they needed to survive. They also learned. They learned to speak, to read, to write, and to use a computer. It turns out the girl had a name: Brooklyn. Brooklyn said she had named herself that because she had heard a scientist say that at the school.
Dolly learned that Brooklyn was always happy, passionate, girly, and she stood up for what she believed in. Brooklyn learned that Dolly was fierce, serious, and protective. Somehow, the two were best friends. They would sit in their room and talk. Sometimes they'd talk about school, sometimes they'd talk about kids they knew, and sometimes they'd talk about the School. But Dolly never told Brooklyn about Fang, Max, Iggy, Gazzy, Nudge, or Angel. She promised herself that she'd forget them. Forgetting them was hard.
I know what your thinking. "She hasn't updated Beautiful Eyes in two weeks and all of a sudden she starts a new story?" Well yes. I just couldn't help but write this. I thought the idea was good. REVIEEEWWWWW!