Through the Eyes of the Tortured
Prologue
I walked down the street stuffing my hands into my tight jean pockets. It was a cloudy night, hiding all the starts and the moon. The only light came from the light posts that lit up the one-way street. My black hood was up but the icy wind still stung my cheeks and sent my long brown hair flying around my face. A shiver went down my spine and I picked up the pace. I turned the street corner and the tacky neon sign that read "Lucky's Bar" came into view. I sighed in relief and jogged to the back door. I opened the kitchen door and the warm air hit me. I walked in to the kitchen I hung up my hoddie, threw my hair up into a ponytail and tied on my apron. I walked out the kitchen door and behind the bar.
"Hey Max." said Dona a fellow waitress. Yes you heard me right I am now working as a waitress. Maybe I should explain.
Flashback
"Max! You can't honestly let him stay with us! He worked for them he almost killed you!" Fang whisper-yelled. I looked over at Omega's bruised, sleeping form.
"Fang, he just saved us you know the flyboys would have killed us if he hadn't showed up! He has nowhere else to go. We can't just leave him." I said quietly.
"If you are honestly willing to put the flocks safety in danger to help an ENEMY, then I don't think that you are fit for the job as leader any more." He said ice hanging on every word.
"W-what? Are you kicking me out?" I asked incredulously.
"Max your loosing it! You hear a voice in your head, you're willing to help our enemy, and you tried to kill your self! I really don't think that you being the leader is in the best interest of the flock. If you can't step down and allow me to handle Omgea then we," he said gesturing to the rest of the flock, "think you should leave." He finished.
I looked at each of my families' faces. "So you all think I'm crazy?" No one met my eyes, no one agreed, but no one denied it either. I felt the tears starting to pool in my eyes.
"You will all regret this. I have saved all of your asses so many times!" I gave a long glare at each of them. Then I turned to Omgea. I shook his shoulder.
"Omega, we have to leave. Can you run?" I asked. Confusion was written all over his face but he took one look at me and decided to just nod yes and get up. I turned back to the flock.
"I guess I really can't trust anyone." I said and flung my self into the air. I heard Omega's bare feet slapping against the forest ground below me. I flew into the dark sky with out looking back.
After about four hours of flying I decided that I should land. I landed in a small clearing and Omega broke through the trees. I sat down and pulled my legs up to my chest. I folded my arms over my knees and buried my face in my arms. I let the tears come now. A sob broke through my chest.
I felt a hard muscular arm wrap around my shoulder. Omega. I leaded into his shoulder. He didn't mummer comforting nothings into my ear. He didn't stroke my hair. He didn't kiss my forehead and rock me back and forth. He just let me soak his shirt. And it is exactly what I needed. He didn't say that everything was okay and that everything was going to work out, because he and I both knew they wouldn't. After my sobs quieted I took my head off his shoulder and wiped my eyes. He took his arm back.
Looking straight ahead at the trees he said in a clear, beautiful, strong voice, "Maximum, I apologize, but you do not need them you are a strong independent women and they will suffer with out you."
Those words didn't heel the gaping hole in my heart but they numbed it. I felt like someone shot my whole body with Novocain. I didn't feel, my face fell into an unemotional mask, and stayed like that. I stood up and hopped into a tree. Omega climbed up and lay down on the branch above me.
"Goodnight." I said in a monotone.
The next morning I woke to the sound of flyboys. I wasn't afraid; I didn't jump to conclusions and assume Omgea betrayed me. I didn't care. I looked up and Omega's eyes shot open. He looked down at me and I realized that he was not a part of the flyboys, not that it mattered. We stood up and started taking down flyboys. But in the end they were too much for us. It was about four hundred flyboys against one super boy and a bird girl. They shot us with tranquilizer darts and we were down for the count.
I woke up with my head was on something hard but warm. I realized it was Omega's chest. He was awake with his arms folded behind his head staring up at the all white ceiling. I sat up Indian style next to him. The room was padded and all white there was nothing in it no bed, no sink, no anything. I knew where we were but I didn't care, I didn't have a reason to care.
Over the next few months the white coats tested on Omega and I. They shocked electricity into my cells. Do you know how bad that hurts? To have each and every cell in you body shocked with 5,000 volts of electricity over and over until your DNA absorbed it? It hurt like hell, but I never showed it.
That was the first two weeks. The result was a new power, the ability to have 10,000 volts of electricity flowing through my body shocking everything that came with in a 15-foot radius to a pile of ashes.
After that, they wanted to see if they could make me indestructible. They infused diamonds into my DNA. They unraveled my DNA and added a third chromosome. Causing my eyes to turn sliver. Not grey but shiny metallic sliver. My skin is now in impenetrable, my bones; unbreakable, my muscles; unable to rip, or tear.
The third test brought the only joy into my pathetic life after the flock kicked me out but also the most pain.
They wanted to see if I could bear children.
First they tried to do it through fake sperm but my body rejected it. Then they decided to see if an eraser was compatible. They weren't.
Then they tried Omega. They injected him with hormones, giving him no control over his body. They tied me down and let the rest happened on its own. Two weeks later I my stomach had a small bulge and for the first time since I put on my emotional mask, six moths ago I felt something, emotion, happiness. I was a mother. Omega also adored the little bump. We acted like a couple, brought together by one tiny little baby in my belly.
Four months later I was in a hospital bed getting C-section, my beautiful baby girl was alive and well, but they didn't even let me see her. They stitched me up, threw me my clothes and threw me back in to the cell Omega and I shared. I cried for days.
The test continued. A moth later they threw Omega's unconscious body back into the cell with a small bundle in his arms. I unwrapped the blankets. It was my baby, and she was dead. I screamed and cried for Omega and my baby to wake up.
Neither of them did.
Two moths after Omega and my baby girl died I didn't let emotion control me any longer. I taught myself not to feel and I escaped, I killed every eraser, and every whitecoat with out a second thought, with out any regret. In fact I did it with my head held high and a sadistic smirk across my face. It was the schools fault for making me unstoppable.
Flashback
That was a year ago. I am now sixteen.
I am an Avian-human hybrid, I am a survivor, I am a murder, I am a mother, I am Maximum Ride. I have lost everything I love, everything I cared for, welcome to my hell.
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-SMC