Hating the Ride

Chapter 1

(I don't own the whitecoats, Max, or anybody else from Maximum Ride, but I do own Wol)

Ever since I was born I have only felt one emotion:

Hate.

Hate for my life. Hate for my creators, the whitecoats. Hate for Ari, the coldhearted Eraser who trained me how to live.

But no hate for Max. Max healed me. She helped me.

My name is Wol. This is my story.

Early on yesterday I was at fighting class when Ari abruptly stopped the class. He started walking around the room, and stopped at me.

"Well, well." He snarled. He started to walk away, when I heard, out of the back of the room, a snicker. I turned to see who had laughed, and when I turned around, a full-morph Ari swung a furred claw at me. I dodged it instantly, and then went for my first stage morph.

I know my name may deceive you, but I am not an eraser. I call myself Wol to remind myself that. I am a human-arachnoid combination, otherwise known as the School's deadly new weapon, project Widow.

My first stage morph is where four huge hairy arms burst out of my back. I grow a third eye, right on the back of my neck, and my voice becomes much deeper.

So Ari went full morph, while I only went into my first stage. This would be fun.

Sorry, really short chapter, next promises to be longer.

IN THE NEXT CHAPTER:

-Ari fights Wol! Who will win?

-A new recruit is brought into Wol's life! Who is she, and what is she?

-A familiar face appears! What will happen?