I woke up sore. This wasn't the first time I had. This time, it was my eyes and arms. My wings were fine, as were my legs. The whitecoats had apparently done something overnight.
I heard coughing, and turned to look. It was Sam, the youngest. He was 6, while I was 11 and Tony was 12.
"My arms hurt!" Sam complained, and I scooted over next to him to give him a hug. "Mine do too, don't worry." Looking around, I asked, "Where's Tony?"
Sam looked around too. "I don't know. He was here last night. Let me see." Sam closed his eyes, then opened them. They were a weird green-ish yellow, and I saw he was looking through walls. Yeah, Sam can do that. His wings are also the same tawny-golden. Mine were black, all black, like a raven.
"Alaya." he said closing his eyes again, making them return to their normal color. "Last night the scientists drugged us and took him away. That's why our muscles are sore." I nodded. I knew there was something weird about that food. It had tasted odd.
"So where is he?" I asked Sam. This time, Sam cocked his head, seeming to think. Yeah, Sam can also hear thoughts. He can't make people do things though, like another experiment I know. Her name is Angel, I think.
You see, we're upgrades from Max and her flock. We were more than just 2 avian. We were a full 5. Though we had wings, ours was larger than Max's, and our bones were more like bird's. We were also short for our age, whereas Max's flock is tall for their age. Our skin was softer, and had a feathery feel, so we were waterproof, like ducks. Also, the scientists gave us some cells from the original flock to make us more powerful. I got cells from Fang and Max, Sam got some from Nudge and Angel, and Tony got cells from Iggy and the Gasman. Don't ask me how I know all this. (By the way, in case you are asking, Sam read every single thought when he was younger. He couldn't control it.)
So, the so-far list of our powers are...
-Sam: Read minds, see through walls, computer hacking stuff, feel other's emotions, breathe underwater, talk to animals.
-Me: Not much. Fly higher and faster, go camo (blend in), mimic animals and I'm pretty much never scared or panicking. I'm always calm, cool and in control.
-Tony: Make bad smells, extremely good night-vision, can memorize any surorunding in 5 seconds flat, and can see colors and shapes without opening his eyes.
Also, all of us can fly, super vision and hearing, and we're all extremely good at hiding.
Right now, we were stuck in cages, wondering where the heck Tony was.
I hate cages.
A few minutes later, Sam was tossed back into his dogcrate. Literally. I heard him grunt in pain, and saw the bruises on him. The whitecoats hadn't bothered to put his shirt back on.
Since Sam and I shared a dogcrate, cause we were the smallest, I put my hands on the bars of my cage and looked at Sam. "You ok?" I asked worridley. Something else I didn't mention before was that we all have increased intelligence. Pretty high IQ's. That's why Sam is 6 and can talk like an intelligent high schooler.
Tony looked over at me and nodded, not wanting to look hurt in front of Sam. Since Tony was Sam's older brother, Tony always tried to be tough for him. I, however, could see right through the act. Just cuz I knew him so well.
I sat back on my legs, still concerned. "Tony, did they do anything?" Before Tony could answer, Sam broke in. "They changed his wings. His wings are stronger and silenter now."
Well, that pretty much did it for me. I mean, yeah I was jealous of his stornger wings, but no, I wasn't jealous of how he looked right now. So, I started moving my dog crate. We had figured this out early on, that if you move to one side, then quickly back to the other, you can rock the dog crate off the counter and escape.
So, Sam and i started to move the dog crate inch by inch off the counter. Tony, next to us, did the same. His crate fell and landed the way it was supposed to, on its' side. He quickly unlatched the bottom latch and crawled out, still stiff and sore. Ours fell after that, almost on top of Tony.
You would think that the whitecoats would hear all this noise of falling crates and come running in. But no, we were put in a soundproof room so we couldn't hear what they were doing out there. Apparently, it was soundproof both ways.
After we had climbed out of the crates and stretched our stiff muscles, we moved for the door. The whitecoats suspected we wouldn't get out of our crates, even though we had before, so we got out easily. It was nighttime, and the hallways were dark and silent. Perfect for us. We ran around like little stowaways, hiding in the darkest shadows and freezing at any sound. I had memorized the route before. One more turn and we were outta he--
On our little freedom spree we had almost run into a large group of whitecoats. They grinned evilly. We launched into attack mode but before we could lay hands on any of them, I heard a bang and Sam cry out in pain. Tony and I whirled toward the sound. Sam was on the ground, out cold. The whitecoat next to him had a dart gun. Growling furiously, I launched myself at the whitecoat, then heard two bangs. I saw Tony fall to the ground, then a whole bunch of blackness.