Hi, I guess this is my first MR Fanfic, so R&R please. If FicSquad wants to review, could I have the person who reviewed me last time? He/She was very helpful. Also, I didn't want to replace the whole smoke thing because I couldn't find anything to replace it. Yeah, I know, the ability doesn't scientifically work… but too bad.
Disclaimer: I don't own Maximum Ride stuff. James Patterson does. So there.
Claimer: I declare ownership of all the stuff that's not in the books.
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I stared though the bars of my uncomfortable dog cage where the "scientists" were keeping me. "Well then, let's try this again, shall we?" I thought to myself, concentrating on my hand. As I watched, the edges of my hand seemed to grow fuzzy, then the dribbled away into a thick gray smoke. "Holy- let's see what I can do." I closed my eyes, concentrated, and soon all that was left in my small cage was a ball of smoke, no more, no less.
I didn't have much of a name, just a jumble of letters, P130660trc. I had lived in a dog cage for most of my life in a lab, and when I wasn't trapped there, I was being tested and experimented on by lunatic scientists. I was now nearly 14, I only knew this because I could occasionally hear scientists doing reports and such of me. As a baby, scientists, or "whitecoats" as I liked to call them, had combined my DNA with other animals, that of a hawk and something else I didn't really know of. This resulted in me having big, brownish-black wings, and a new ability I was discovering at the moment. Also, the scientists trained me to fight things, like other mutants, to test me. In addition, they even provided me with some education to see if I could become some mutant freak genius, but soon gave up.
The ball of smoke traveled straight through the metal bars of the cage. "With luck, I won't be in here for yet another year gone by." Outside of my cage, I quickly turned back into the "normal" me, because keeping smoke form quite wore me out. "To see the looks on the whitecoats' faces" I mused, creeping down a hallway. I heard footsteps, and ducked into an empty room. A male whitecoat walked past, not bothering to take a look inside the empty room. I knew if he continued down the hallway he would find my empty cage. I stepped out behind him, and he turned, gasped, and was kneed in a sensitive spot by yours truly. I smirked at him as he went down without a sound, and I caught him, laying him down and dragging him away as to not arouse suspicion. After hiding and locking the unconscious scientist in a closest, I proceeded. "Yes!" I thought gleefully, noticing a door that led outside. I opened it, and was instantly deafened by an alarm. "Crap. Too late now though." I ran outside, raised my wings, and shakily leapt into the night sky.
I slowly soared for a while, marveling at the stars, and all the unfamiliar sights and sounds, before seeing a multitude of dark shapes behind me. "What could that be?" I squinted into the darkness, making out huge, bulky forms with gargantuan wings. "Uh-oh, it looks like they equipped the erasers with wings." Erasers were something I had to fight in the lab. They were big, hairy werewolves that could also turn back into humans, and were, strong and cruel. I turned, and flew as fast as I could forward, putting as much distance as I could between me and the monsters behind me. I had no doubt they were from the lab, sent to capture me. They caught up to me, and I realized I would have to turn and fight. As they neared, I made out hairy, muscled forms. "Oh, no" I stared at the big, wolfish forms, contemplating if there may be a weak spot, or a chink in the monsters' armor. Things weren't looking too hopeful. "Oh well," I thought grimly, then sped towards one, and lashed out with my foot. Kicking the werewolf monster was like kicking a brick wall, and I felt a hollow thud when I hit it. "What the…"
It looked at my leg, then at me, and said in a voice that sounded pre-recorded, "Resistance is futile."
I was still staring at it in shock when it cackled, grabbed my leg, and threw me up into the air. I regained control, and flew back a few feet. Realizing they must be some kind of robot-eraser type thing, I came up with a quick plan. I flew at the wolf thing, focusing on my talent. Right as I hit it, I turned into a ball of smoke, went around it, and reformed. I lashed out with another kick to its lower backbone, and it crumpled, and started falling to the ground. I chuckled, watching it, and then remembered the other ones. I turned, quickly, just in time to narrowly dodge another blow from a monster. I flipped around over it, and disabled this one too, using the same weak spot I used earlier. Soon, all the forms of the wolves were crumpled on the ground below. I flew on, deciding to look for a place to finally sleep for the night.
I soon found a farm, with an empty and peaceful looking barn. I swooped down to scope it out, and it seemed harmless enough to be a place to sleep. I made a bed of hay on the floor, and lay down in it. I was too tired to really think, and I was asleep before I knew it.
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Like I said, R&R!!