I was sitting in my crate, my dragon-like wings starting to cramp up from being in the tightly packed space for so long, whispering to Max and her gang. Just then, one of the whitecoats opened the door to whatever room us mutants in dog crates were in. He started walking up to my crate. I folded my wings in as far as I could and squished myself against the back of the crate. I put on my best scary/angry face, hoping maybe I'd scare him away. He unlocked my crate. I unsheathed my claws. "Don't be difficult this time, mutant," he snarled at me. That made me snap. "That's it! I have had it with all of you crazy whitecoats trying to do experiments on us poor mutants! But now," I narrowed my eyes, "This is going to end!" I lunged towards him, claws fully extended, hoping I'd aimed for his throat. A siren sounded, and about three more whitecoats rushed in. I looked down at the one I'd attacked. I made a gash in his shoulder, close to his neck. Good enough. I jumped and flapped my wings, hoping I'd make it to the ceiling, and then to the window ledge to escape. But the whitecoats grabbed my feet before I made it that high. I kept flapping, keeping myself in the air, and I swung at one whitecoat's face with my claws. I did it! He had claw marks in his face, and fell over on the ground, writhing in pain. "This has been fun, but I think I'll end this little game right now," said one that had a grip on my foot. He pulled out a needle and shot it into my leg. I winced, but kept kicking and flapping, determined to get away from them. Suddenly, a shock went through all my nerves, and my body made me stop moving. I fell to the ground like a rock, and yelped in pain. Max and her friends were watching the scene the whole time, and now had a shocked look on their faces. They thought I would make it, too. My eyes started drooping. The whitecoats picked me up and carried me to an operation room. Then I completely blacked out.