I don't own Maximum Ride, this is a oneshot, and don't flame me because it's not happy.
A small boy crouched in the corner of the lab.
Sobs shook his frame.
He was scared.
He was alone. All alone. No one left.
He didn't know what was going on.
He couldn't find his daddy; the people in white wouldn't tell him where he went.
What was happening?
The door opened. The men came back in. His daddy wasn't with them. They grabbed him. He didn't want to go. He kicked and screamed and bit them, but they hit back. They dragged him into a lab.
Where was his daddy?
They pinned him down on cold metal.
Did he do something wrong, to make his daddy leave?
Cold, bright light blinded him.
Hysteria consumed his body.
He couldn't move.
All alone.
His dark eyes were wide.
He smelled fear, and pain.
Another man came in. He smiled at the boy, but the boy didn't smile back.
The man's eyes were cold.
A pale hand rose, the boy's fate clutched in it.
A needle glinted in the harsh light.
A scream of pain.
Silence.
The little boy was all alone.
Somewhere in New Mexico, there is an abandoned complex, miles away from the day-to-day drama of human society. It is alone; no animal dare approach it. Its empty hallways lay dark with the horrors that they once held.
A little boy's screams still ring in the stagnant air.