Well I can't say I'm not proud of this. I got the idea about a month ago and was writing in a notebook. Well here it is. First fic. Wish me luck.
Cages. Lots of them. Rows of them, as far as the eye could see in both directions...And that's pretty far considering I have raptor vision. Hey, my name is Zach. I'm pretty much your average 14 year old boy. Well, aside from waking up in a cage every day, being poked and prodded in places where someone should never be poked and prodded, meals that are barely kept me alive, and kicking the asses of freaking Erasers every day. Besides that, my life is perfectly normal. I also look like a normal 14 year old. Freakishly tall (around 6"7), light (a whooping 100 lbs.), and strong. I am completly normal. Wait, I'm forgetting something. Oh yeah, the wings. I have wings. They are big. I don't konw the wingspan, cause I don't want to try and measure them. If you do, fine by me! But anyway, wings. Blue wings. Not Navy blue, blue-green, dark blue. No, my wings were sky-blue. My hair is black and it's not that long. The scientists cut it every...3 months? My eyes are how should I put this? Different from everyone else's. But hey, would you expect anything different from a mutant. Let me just say, they change color. One minute they're orange, the next green. I've found that they also change according to my mood. When I depressed my eyes are blue, when I'm mad red eyes, and when I'm confused they are grey. If you came up to me and said I couldn't beat you in a fight this would be my response. "Bullshit."I could rip the head off of anyone who tried. I know this for a fact because I've done that to an Eraser, though I did get a nasty scar after that. It runs from my side to my ankle. I got it after an Eraser got mad and clawed my side and leg open. Frickin' thing ruined my new shirt and jeans. Asshole. Thats what I usually wear. Hoodie, jeans, and a t-shirt. Luckily, I had decided not to wear my hoodie that day so it was in fine condition. Anyway, that's my life, or should I say hell? Anyway, they keep me under lock and key so it's immposible for me to escape. But four years ago, six mutants: three 10 year olds, a six year old, two year old, and a newborn, escaped with the help of one of the scientists. They didn't even think twice about another. My hope for escape was renewed on that day. If six mutants and a guy can escape this hell hole...How hard can it be for one?
Well, there is the first start of it. This takes place during The Angel Expirement. Well tell me how good it is. Or you can tell me how much it sucks