The Experiments

by FlaminFogelman

Before it happened I lived with my very abusive father. I had one friend who was a cop. I was a social outcast. But I had my sister, one of the only people I actually loved in the world. Then they took her. I didn't realize that that moment would lead to me becoming what I am today. My name is Christian, and I am one of the Experiments. This is the beginning of my story.

1. Prologue

Hello reader. I'm Christian and I will be your main character throughout this story and however many sequels, prequels and movies that blossom from it. Before this story actually starts I want to break the fourth wall for a second and get a couple things straight.

First and foremost, I am no hero. Throughout this whole thing I've had to do some things that made me question my morals and really tested how far I would go to get a job done. As it turns out, that was pretty far. I've had to sacrifice friends and family and I've spilled the blood of the guilty and the innocent. Did I mean to? Not always. Sadly the whole saving people from imminent death thing has a pretty high price that isn't always talked about.

Second, and this should be obvious since you're reading this, I am an Experiment. More specifically, a genetic hybrid, part human part bird. You've probably heard of those bird kids who were spotted all over the place, one of them named Fang started a blog at one point. I'm like them. In fact I was friends with them until... you know what, I'm starting to get ahead of myself. The point is that I'm similar at least in physical appearance to them. We'll get back to this later.

Now unlike them, I actually had a family before all this happened. Well, "family". By that I mean my sister who was four years younger than me and the creature that called itself my father. My mom died in a freak car accident shortly after my sister was born, stranding us with a complete asshole.

This story starts when I was fifteen years old, making my sister eleven. It was the middle of the night and my mother's childhood friend and father figure to me, a cop named Marcus, was at our house. This was not for a good reason.