Uhm...hi. I know that alot of people have seen this story before, but it's completely revised and minus forty or so pages of pure crap. So, please review - I really want to know what people think. I have several more chapter written, and I will put them up as soon as I get some reviews.
I don't really mind flames, but please make sure they're relevant to the story, and not because you don't like me. This chapter is shorter than most of the others, and I generally have 1,00 word chapters. I don't have the patience to write chapter longer than that XP. So please forgive me on that matter.
Chapter One: Wolf
The buzzer sounded and I started running. I didn't want to but there were idiot wolf-men with wicked claws and horrible grins right behind me. I ran out into the yard and looked up at the open sky. My first sight of it since I'd been re-captured a month ago. There was a growl of frustration behind me and I ran faster. I looked over my shoulder and saw one of the Erasers holding the others back. Giving me a head start. Like that would help me any.
The door led into a corridor of razor wire and I sprinted through it, the cruel barbs only inches from my sweaty face. There was a barked command from behind me and the Erasers started running. No! I went faster. Faster than I thought I could ever go before. The Erasers were gaining on me though, some of them looking just like regular people and some fully morphed and running on all fours. And to think I used to like wolves.
The razor wire stopped at about 20 feet up, but there was no way I could climb over it, the Erasers were too close anyway. An Eraser snapped at my heel then dropped back, toying with me; I poured on the speed but the Erasers kept pace easily, hardly breaking a sweat. The razor wire fence came to a dead end, a literal dead end. Who'd build a corridor that's a dead end? I thought angrily. I knew who. The load of sicko scientists that had been holding me captive for the past 12 years. They didn't want to trap me though. Oh no, they had something far worse in mind.
I looked down at my hands, knowing that there were three ways to get out of this mess. One: Give up. Two: Turn around and fight 'till one of the scientists decided that I was no longer needed. Or three: Fly.
I'd never give up. I was outnumbered twenty to one. That left one option.
I let out an animal-like cry and let my instincts take over all the way. Without thinking, I unfurled my huge wings, leaping up in an effort to rise. I gasped as the wind caught me and lifted me upwards.
No matter how much I hated what the scientists had done to me, my first taste of flight, and freedom, was amazing. Sudden, fierce, barking laughs brought me back to reality. I turned my head, seeing the Erasers unfurl their own wings. Like theirs, mine were as black as the night sky above me, and just as silent. One shot upwards, leveling the playing field.
"C'mon, Mutt. The fun's just getting started!" Ari laughed, halfway through his morph. A growl rumbled up from somewhere deep in my chest.
"My name's Wolf." I snapped, turning away and sweeping my powerful wings downwards. He grinned, showing incredibly long fangs. My blood ran cold as he came closer. I'd never even flown before. Could I really escape? Maybe I should just give up. At least I wouldn't know what was happening to me. I'd just turn into one of them.
"Just give up. It'll be painless." That sped my decision up a whole lot.
"I'll never give up! Not now, not ever!" I yelled, trying my best to get away. Ari's evil grin vanished. With a snarl, he slashed at me, catching my shoulder. I cried out, flapping hard to stay airborne. Blood dripped down my arm, soaking my black T-shirt. I had been lucky not to have to wear the disgusting night-gowns. I was shaking, I realized through the pain. They had ruined twelve years of my life. They had turned me and many others into monsters, and had gotten away with it. Would keep getting away with it. Something in me snapped right then.
I lunged forward, hitting Ari in the chest with a kick that would have broken ribs on a non-mutant human. It only took his breath away. Knowing that I had a matter of seconds before the other dog-boys decided to close in, I high-tailed it out of there. I was dripping blood, but all the same; I was leaving The School behind. But the memories stayed with me. I had a sickening feeling they always would.
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-Dreamer