Heyo, my second fanfic! I must admit, this story is turning out to be better than I intended. Well, whatever, I don't own Maximum Ride, or Doctor Who, or a pair of solid gold pants, but moving on!

Enjoy the prologue!

Footsteps

Footsteps. The tense silence was broken by them, the young girl determined. Footsteps coming towards her cage.

She pressed her back harder against the bars, willing to feel anything. Even pain. But the men in lab coats, who called her 607, had injected some kind of syringe into her that didn't make her feel anything, no pain, no agony. She felt numb all over. Sometimes she would be drained of emotion and forced to fight reject experiments that failed. They had made her a killing machine, in a way. She was an excellent user with the knife, though they wouldn't let her cut her unruly dark hair with it. It was already past her waist, way past it.

She stared blankly ahead with her dull blue eyes, trying not to flinch as a man in a white coat, correctly named Dr. Cadaver, squatted down next to her cage. He leaned closer to the bars, and she could feel his hot, rancid breathe tickle her skin. "607." He snapped his fingers, looking satisfied to see he had startled her. She knew that he enjoyed watching people suffer. He was paid for it. "The professor will see you in a while. And I hope you're ready." He smiled cruelly, and the girl wished she could wipe that horrid grin off his face. "He's in a foul mood tonight. Good luck." And with that, he walked away, his sadist giggles filling the entire room, making all the experiments in the area wince. She would've covered her ears if she wasn't so drained.

Finally hearing the door click shut after a few painful seconds later, 607 reached into her pocket, pulling out a picture of a small baby. He had pale blue eyes and blonde hair. He looked like an angel laying there, 607 had mused for the thousandth time since she was here. The wolf humans, Erasers, the men had called them, had taken everything but this precious picture, one she had managed to hide in her shoe before they knocked her out. She would always gaze at it, wondering that if he was here, this wouldn't have happened. She knew they would've gotten along great together. It was a wonderful feeling, thinking about him.

Her faint happiness then instantly vanished from her chest, replacing it with cold dread and acceptance. An Eraser, the one they called Ari, opened her cage and grabbed her arm. She stumbled, squinting her eyes against the bright light that her prison cell lacked. Ari pulled her along, saying nothing until they reached a steel door. The main lab, 607 thought tiredly. As much as she hated to admit it, she knew this room very well. It was the professor's favorite torture room. One she visited every night, only to be thrown back into her cage, forgotten, until the next night. The girl was surprised she had not lost her sanity yet, considering how long she had been here. She couldn't even remember.

"Good luck, Hailey." Ari said quietly, before walking away, completely ignoring her. Hailey was surprised; he was the first one to use her real name. He would have used my real name, she thought, gazing down at her pocket. Taking a deep breath, she turned the knob, slightly opening it. The last thing she always liked to remember before going into that room was what she had wrote on the back of the picture, still resting in her pocket.

To my beloved cousin, who will forever live in my heart, James Griffith.

DUN DUN DUN. Bet ya weren't expecting that. Or maybe you did know, cuz you're a magician like someone else I know. *coughmecough*

Chapter one'll be up soon!

Kay