A/N: Happy Thanksgiving peoples!
Just a little oneshot that came from a dream that I had a while ago.
Hope you like it!
You see the front-page feature in the newspaper, with its bold headline of "Genetic Experiments- Mistakes or Hope for the Future?"
You can't help but read the article that follows the debate over whether genetic experiments are unethical and inhumane, or whether they are the hope of mankind.
As soon as you finish the article, you realize that reading it was a mistake, because now you feel sick to your stomach. How can they casually discuss something that has irrevocably changed hundreds, thousands, maybe even millions of lives? How can they argue both sides so passionately?
They just don't get it, you understand suddenly. They can't possibly feel what you have felt, or know what you have accepted as fact all your life.
They have never been pushed to the very limits of life, and stared down that dangerous abyss from which there is no return.
They can't grasp the idea of being hunted down, nor the need to flee almost constantly.
To not be able to spend even a week peacefully with their family.
To worry constantly that those you love will suffer; just because they are guilty by association.
They can't imagine these things. They can empathize, but they will never know.
They have never felt that chill down their spine. The kind that comes from being constantly watched by Them. To know that those who follow you are never far behind.
And to know that they will never stop haunting you. Ever.
How could they envy us? you wonder, and then realize that they don't know the tragedy comes with the wonderful gifts that have been bestowed on you.
The infamy of being a misfit, the pain of being called a mistake, the stares.
Sometimes it's all just too much.
People don't get that, beneath the layers of sarcasm and toughness, there lies a scared and very nearly-broken self.
But you can't show anyone that person, because broken birdkids don't survive.
They have never been anything but human.
And so they can't possibly understand.
A/N: I've been meaning to write this for a while. Glad that it's finally out on paper.
So how was it? It's a bit darker and sadder than what I usually read and write, so I hope it came out okay.
I'm not entirely sure whose viewpoint this is written from; I was thinking about Max when I wrote it, but now that I look over it, it could be any of the Flock. It is mostly Max though.
The bad grammar and sentence fragments are intentional; I tried to write how people think.
Obviously, it is pre-Nevermore. Speaking of that, did you people hate Nevermore as much as I did? It was not a fitting end for the Maximum Ride series.
R&R please! Constructive criticism is appreciated! Even if you hated it, tell me why!
-Queen of Narnia49