Flashback: "You failed us," sad the man in the white coat. Somehow my brain managed to register two words: RUN AWAY!
"We are going to start over," continued the man, "Or, at least, make it appear that way. But," here he smiled, a sick and scary smile this nightmare seemed to be full of, "You won't ever know, because you won't remember any of this. Say goodbye to your memories, Maximum Ride."
Burning pain flashed through my skull and everything went black. How cliché.
-End Flashback-
I woke with a start, panting and sweaty. This was the third night in a row I'd had this nightmare.
Every night there was the same creepy whitecoats, horrible antisepticy smell, and awful experiments and tests gone wrong. But the strangest part was what the scientist had called me:
Maximum Ride.
Whenever I woke the name would be echoing in my head like a taunt; "We know something you don't!" But I'm not her! Maximum Ride, I mean. It's an awesome name, what I would choose for myself if I had the choice. The name sounds familiar, and I have no idea why, because I'm someone else entirely:
Gabriella Montez.