Ok, I admit I feel kinda dumb starting another story (along with the Bleach and Vampire Knight) especially when school starts soon for meh.. I couldn't help it ^-^'

Date: Unknown

Why I'm actually taking precious running-er- flying time to write in this book I'm still not quite sure. I guess it's because I want the world to know what evil is really out there, what really happens to lab experiments.

I'm Arc. Fifteen, slim, tall and not willing to take any crap: that pretty much describes me. I'm a bird kid. As in bird DNA + Human baby = human with wings. I'm an experiment. Or at least I was supposed to be. Well, I was until I ran away. When they made me they kind of forgot to keypad 'Obedience' into me. Oops?

I'm currently hulling ass somewhere in the U.S. Since I grew up in a dog crate there wasn't exactly a lot of chances for me to learn geography. Swiping a map from a 7 Eleven without anyone giving me as much as a glance? That's so much more my style.

Jojo just told me I probably shouldn't be highlighting where I-we- are right now. What if this gets stolen? Two things I guess could happen: A drunk guy could rip these pages out and pawn the rest for ten cents OR someone from the Institute could get they're greedy little paws-yes, paws- on this and find us. So no more descriptions of the places. I guess I should describe us though.

First, there's me. As I've said/ written before, I'm tall and lean. I have choppy shoulder length chestnut hair (a fancy way of saying rust color) I don't take any crap from people. As for my bird part, thankfully I (or any of us) don't lay eggs or anything. We don't molt either. Nope, the 2% DNA that we got stuck with zapped wings onto our backs. The thing is, we're not sure what they're modeled after. Mine are about fourteen-ft. and are a soft gray with a dark burst of black on the primaries. Even though none of us really know our ages I guess I'm about fifteen. End of story.

I guess Shi would be the best one to describe next. Hm, how should I put this? Shi's like the glue that sticks the four of us together. Shi's calm, can kick ass when he needs too, and is a great negotiator. He's got to be part dove or something, eggshell white wings through and through; plus a soft temper to match. Shi has dirty blond hair and is just as tall and skinny as me. I think he's about fifteen too, but that's a big shot. Even though he's the only boy he takes our ranting with a smile and doesn't seem to mind that much. Without his plans of the routs we should take there's no way we would still be free, more like in a lab somewhere doing jumping jacks until we pass out or die. They'd love to see the later.

I mentioned Jojo before, right? Well, Jojo's the explosive wise crack of us. She absolutely the worst cook of us all (I, on the other hand, can make a pretty mean omelet) With her pixie cut red hair she stays true to the widespread belief that red heads have a hot temper. Maybe her personality has something to do with her fiery red wings. Just like mine, they have a black tone underneath but it seems to burst out of the feathery pattern. Even though she acts a lot older, Jojo has to be around thirteen. The way our life has been going down the pipes, it's grow up fast or die painfully.

The last person that I cannot forget to mention in Lese. She's the youngest, about eleven, and the quietest of us all. Since the day we met, I don't think I've heard her say more than ten words. Lese has soft brown hair that drifts around her shoulders and is pretty tall for her age. I think. It's impossible to pin down a personality of a person who never speaks. The thing is, Jojo sticks up for Lese like nothing I've ever seen before. Whenever the lab sends out cronies to catch us, Jojo is always defending the girl. I'm not sure I've ever seen Lese land a punch. I don't think she's ever had to.

So there's my little family. Oops. I guess I better stop for tonight, Lese can't sleep and Jojo's passed out under a pine tree. Lese likes it when I rub between her wings, it usually knocks her right out. I better go do that than zone out myself. Last time I didn't get enough sleep I nearly flew into a windmill.

Comment! Flames welcome and shall be used for roasting marshmallows! Next chappie will be longer!