I hope you enjoy this story! This will be mainly Brightfire's POV.
Disclaimer: Maximum Ride, the School, and the Flock belong to James Patterson. Only Brightfire, Jax, and Wildfreeze belong to me.
Growing up surrounded by the cold, unforgiving glares of metal made you wonder about yourself. Were you as cold and unforgiving as they were? Isolation was my only friend, and the silvery gray shine of the metal was my only comfort. I hardly made contact with any other living, breathing creatures, minus the lab workers. They liked to poke and prod me with all sorts of fun tools with sharp ends. Yay.
As they yanked me into my solitary cage, I wondered. Was there really life beyond this underground confinement? There had to be. I wasn't going to grow up to be the world-destroying pet they wanted. I was so much more. I felt the sharp sting of a needle, and my legs gave out. My body smacked with the cold metal of the cage, my eyes swimming as it faded.
I guess now's a good as time as ever to tell you more about me. I was the oh-so-lucky experiment to be injected with the special homemade dragon genes. Real pleasant. They call me Experiment B09S07, but I named myself Brightfire. Introducing yourself as a number isn't the same as saying, "Hey, I'm Brightfire!". It makes me feel more...human, I guess. Dragon genes, yes you heard correctly. Fusing those genes into my blood made me grow drgaon wings. Seems cool, but growing wings is very painful. It also gave me fangs (yay!). I have developed the power of telepathy, which is really fun to use on the scientists. I have also recently discovered a new power- pyrokinesis. If you don't know what that is, it's controlling fire. It's really uncontrollable.
I was born (created, whatever) in this lab, known as "The School". I'm not really sure why it's called that. I rarely go anywhere, and I never get to see other experiments. The place is making me antisocial, I swear. But, as I am left alone in my dark confinement, I hear the thoughts of others. I know I am not alone here, no matter what the lab workers want me to believe.
I wake up with a splitting headache. Groaning, I touch my head. The room is still relatively dark, but then again, there are no windows. Wrapping my wings around myself, I stare at the bars. I need to escape, I think, contemplating exactly how I would. This place must be crawling with scientists- there's no way I could escape secretly. Then create a diversion, my mind whispers. A diversion? But how? Even if I tried, there's no guarantee I could make it out. Pyrokinesis, the silky voice slithers in my thoughts. I look at my hands. I concentrated on creating a flame. A flicker on my palm, green as the grass, swayed. As I marveled in my creation, the slam of the giant metal door shattered my concentration. The flame died instantly, and I was dragged from my cage. A chain was connected to my metal tracking collar. "Come on. The director wants to see you," one of the men said gruffly.
Chapter 1- done! I will try to update soon!
~~Dezzy