Author's note: Right, this idea came to me in a split second, bearing a large wooden mallet and demanded to be written. What could I do?
Yes, I know this has probably been done before, but I don't care. I like the idea and anyway, you don't know what she is yet.
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Prologue: Dreams and Nightmares
You know, I never asked to be born.
Really, if I had known what it was like to be alive I would have curled up and…died, if that's possible, considering you haven't been born yet.
Some people would go "Wow, you're so lucky!" if they saw me. They would just see the outside, the looks, the oddities, the powers. They wouldn't bother to try to see what I was like on the inside and I don't blame them; it's not pretty.
Most of the 'experiments' are 2 animal, the rest is human.
Not me. That 2 belongs to the human part of me. The rest…well, the rest is pretty mind-blowing and not something I'll go into now.
You know, when the bird-experiments escaped, I thought we had a chance. They spent years avoiding capture and with each day that they remained absent, I built up a little crumb of hope. Maybe they would evade capture forever, maybe they would find someone to tell and then they would come here, to the School and rescue us and then we would go away and find families to live with, proper families, who would love us and protect us and we would never have to be scared again.
It's a nice daydream, isn't it?
Hey, for me dreams are infinitely preferable to reality. You can control them, you see. Dreams are whatever you want them to be and, for the most part, they are nice.
I even like the nightmares, because nothing can be scarier than me. What I am. What I could become.
But we'll get off that lovely subject, shall we? Because I think that if I think about that again, another incident might occur. I still have the marks from the last one, and that was over a year ago now.
So we'll steer clear of the topic of me. That's something I do a lot anyway. Ask no questions, I'll tell thee no lies.
So, anyway, back to the escapees.
It a few years later that they brought one of them back. Subject Eleven, they called her. Not even a her, just an 'it'. But she did have a name. Angel. Cruelly, I found myself thinking 'the Angel Experiment'. It has a nice ring to it.
Hey, I couldn't help the kid, much as I wanted to. Anyway, there were people coming soon to save her, I was sure of that.
Hey, what did I tell you about questions? You know what they say Curiosity killed the cat.
And curiosity is very dangerous, I should know.
The cage is so cramped. I have to crouch as low as I can to fit in. Every so often, whitecoats walk past me to other cages and other subjects. They skirt round me and try not to look. My reputation precedes me; they don't want a repeat of the Incident.
That's right Incident with a capital 'I'.
I said I was sorry, what more do they want? I wasn't in control at the time. Anyway, it was his fault. He started it.
Well anyway, I was there when they brought the rest of them in. I admit, as I saw them, my hopes crumbled, until that finely gathered wall of it was nothing but dust.
There were five of them, not counting the kid. They were dirty and tired, I could tell. The eldest girl appeared to be the leader. Max, Maximum Ride. She was taken off a little later, to talk to Jeb. I know that guy well, he was a huge softie until he disappeared. When he came back, he had changed. Don't ask me how, I could just sense it. He was different.
But he was one of the better ones. Always gave me hot chocolate when I went to see him. With marshmallows. Don't ask me how that could appeal, especially after you've drunk all of the chocolate and the marshmallow mush is left at the bottom for you to scrape away wit your finger. It just does.
Anyway, what was I saying before I got side-tracked by melted marshmallows?
Oh yeah, Jeb and Max.
So anyway, a couple hours after they arrived, they escaped again and pretty spectacularly, I can tell you. Some large birds helped out and they got the kid away too.
Shame, I was beginning to like her.
Well, it was after they escaped that I effected my own escape attempt as well. And, if I say it myself, it was as spectacular as theirs, just in a different way.
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