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Warning!:

If you dare read this story,

You will become part of the experiment.

I know my warning is a little mysterious-

But that's all I am aloud to say for the time being.

-Courtney

Congrats, if you're staring at your computer screen, reading this story, you are that much closer to surviving until your next birthday. For now, all I can say is- DO NOT CLOSE THIS PAGE, your life may soon depend on it.

You will see what I mean as this story progresses.

Anyway, my name is Courtney, Courtney Ride. I am nineteen and live with five other beings just like me- Duncan, Trent, Lindsay, Geoff, and Bridgette.

Duncan is nineteen, just like me. He is the brooding, almost Goth of our "family". He has black hair with a green Mohawk sticking out of the middle of his head, pale like skin, and dark purple, almost black, wings.

Trent is also nineteen. He is the music lover of the group, always strumming on his old guitar. Oh, and another thing, he's blind. Yep, during our days at the School- I will explain what the School is later- the white coats were experimenting on ways to improve night vision, they used him as a tester and of course, things took a turn for the worst. He has spiked jet black hair, green eyes, and slightly sandy brown wings.

Lindsay is eighteen and the socialite of the group. She is up to date on all the latest trends. It's cool and all, but the thing is that she likes to talk about things like that- a lot. No, not just a chatterbox, when you get her started, it's all Lindsay channel all the time. She has straight blond hair, sky blue eyes, and tawny colored wings.

Geoff was seventeen and the party animal of the group. Also word to the wise, the gassiest of the group. Once you got him partying, there was no stopping him. Literally, NO stopping him. He and his little sister, Bridgette, were the only ones in our family who were actually related. He had light blond hair, big blue eyes, and the same colored wings as Trent.

And last but not least, Bridgette. She was fifteen, the youngest of us. I don't know what it is, but for some reason, I just love, love, LOVE Bridgette. It may be her sweet and caring nature, maybe because I'm like a role model to her, maybe because she was like my little girl. I can't put my finger on it. We sometimes regard to her as an angel. She was small and delicate with light blond hair, usually fastened into a ponytail, big hazel eyes, and pure white wings, making her look almost like an angel.

Who am I? Well as I said before, I'm Courtney Ride. I am nineteen and currently the leader of our group. I consider myself to be smart, brave, strong, though sometimes bossy and a little too paranoid. I lave light brown hair, dark brown eyes, and tan wings with white streaks and brownish speckles. I gave myself the last name Ride.

You've seen that I've mentioned that we each have wings multiple times. Wings you may ask? Well see,

We were made on purpose by the sickest bunch of so called "scientists" you can imagine. They experimented on us and made it so that we were only 98% human. The other 2% has a huge impact let me tell you. Well, we were made to be superhuman, so the "scientists" turned us into a human/bird hybrid. They also gave us super strength, agility and endurance and also, well, wings. Simply, we are ten times stronger than the average adult.

They made us like this at the School.

The School was a secluded science lab/prison where they kept us locked in cages like lab rats and conducted crazy experiments on us. We and only one other School experiment made it past infancy.

That other experiment, my friends, were the Erasers.

The Erasers were ruthless human/wolf hybrids. And no, they aren't like werewolves. They were a lot worse.

They looked human, supermodel material actually. But, they could transform, grow fangs, fur and claws in a second. They were tough, smart, and hard to control. They worked as guards, police- and executioners if needed.

Those Erasers hated our guts. In fact, they probably wanted to rip them out of us. To them, we were six moving targets, smart and strong enough to be considered a fun challenge.

It was also their job to make sure the world never knew about us.

You may think this is a joke, but I am serious.

Keep Reading- And let no one stop you

-Courtney: and my family, Duncan, Trent, Lindsay, Geoff and Bridgette.

Welcome to our nightmare.


Hey it's Bubblez! I hope you've enjoyed the first chappie of this story. I tried to make sure that it wasn't exactly like the book, but I'm ashamed that it's pretty close. Anyway, if you're wondering why Nudge is Lindsay, well I know she's African American, but I already have a part for Leshawna.

~Lo~