I pried my eyes open, and I felt the hands dragging me tighten. My newfound wings were at my side, limp and useless. They were still bloody. My entire body ached, as if I had been shoved into a way-too-small cardboard box and had been taken to a storage unit for a few weeks. When we got to the room that They were taking me too, I realized I had a fate much worse. Dog crates.

By now you are probably wondering who I am. But that's just the thing: I don't know.

Max P.O.V.

It was in the middle of the night when they brought her in. The room was pitch black, but I knew the entire flock was awake. It was kinda hard to sleep when you knew that evil scientist might come in give you a little background: we (Fang, Iggy, Nudge, Gazzy(Gasman), Angel, and me, Maximum Ride) are mutant bird freaks. We grew up around the evil scientists (as earlier mentioned) who experimented on us. Then we escaped. Now we were back again. We were all scrunched up in dog cages, so it was extremely uncomfortable to begin with. When you added wings, you had so little room you could barely move, and if you did it was painful. The room was white, with no windows. There was a pair of doors at the front of the room that were locked and probably chained from the outside. Florescent lights lined the ceiling, but now they were turned off. We called it the School.

A small sliver of light came from the door when it opened, but we didn't need it to see what happened. See, we have raptor vision. It sorta came with the whole "mutant bird kid" thing. Two scientist from me told him that everyone was too exhausted to try and escape. They brought her in and threw her in an empty dog crate near mine. As they did, something dark and feathery stuck out. The whitecoats quickly shoved it back in at an awkward angle. I stared at the spot where it disappeared. She shifted and I saw it again. I turned slightly to look at Fang's face. For once, he showed his emotions. His eyes were wide and his mouth was gawping, forming a perfect o. Because he and I were thinking the same thing. This girl had wings.

I tried to shift in the restricted area. They had shoved my wing in unnecessarily hard, and it was wedged between me and the cage. Whenever I moved, I heard the strange sound of metal on metal. Even though I was in near-darkness, I could see everything perfectly fine. Maybe night vision came with the wings. Ha. I wish. I twisted my body again, trying to get comfortable. If I wanted to get any sleep, I would have to press my wings against my back. I tried, but I couldn't unless I wanted to rip my shirt. The slits in my shirt was way too small. Probably because my wings were all scrunched up when they pulled them out. I winced at the memory. Rrrriiiipppppp! My wings ripped straight through my shirt. I picked up one of my feathers that had fallen of my wings. I picked it up. It was perfectly grafted. I wonder if theres anyone like me, I thought absently as I curled up into a ball. Just with wings. I didn't think anyone has wings like mine. After all, they were made of metal.