A/N-This fanfic doesn't involve any of the original characters in the Maximum Ride series(which don't belong to me either). Anyway it takes place in the 24th centuary by the way, so don't say i didn't warn ya!
Chapter 1.
You know, I never expected my life to turn out so…twisted. Or perhaps even wrong. I never wanted any of this. I didn't want to be a science experiment, I didn't want to be hated, I didn't want all of this problems on my fragile shoulders (ok so they are not that fragile in fact they are very strong, well you get the point) and I REALLY didn't want to be sitting in front of some fat FBI agent, with bad breath that was just killing my nose by the way, accusing me for something I didn't do. God, I'm going to kill Jerry when I get my claws on him. It WAS his idea to get help from my so called "dad". Didn't he ever think that things might go wrong? Did he ever realize that we were outnumbered and that my "dad" might not like the idea of his mutant daughter turning up fifteen years after his wife's death? I was so mad that I didn't realize how my claws were digging into my palms making them bleed, but at that time I didn't really care.
I must say though, it wasn't entirely Jerry's fault. I mean, I was the one who agreed to the idea and I was the one who didn't think about the consequences. So I guess we were both stupid going in like that.
OK, so you are probably confused right now. Let me explain from the beginning. You see I am monster. Well more like a mutant, but all the same I'm not normal. The scientists named me the
HRDE №999 or in other words the High Risk DNA Experiment number nine hundred and nine. Why number 999th? Well that's because I wasn't the first, no idea what happened to the others. All I do know though is the first five hundred died in some battle with Itex and the others escaped . Lucky guys.
Like it was said before I am not normal, a freak. For example instead of normal fingernails I have razor sharp claws, but my palms are completely human, my eyes are normal to but are mismatched (one is this piercing green color and the other-honey blue, yes I know, weird. Well. So. Am. I.) All of my teeth are sharp like dogs and surprisingly they don't make me look like a scary vampire, in fact most say I look cute with them. Did I mention that I have bobcat's ears? Well, they are. And there is also the little fact that I have these jaguar spots scattered from the back of my neck till my shoulders, which would look like any other tattoos.
Those are the only things that make me different on the outside. However, unlike most people I'm able to run as fast as ninety km/hr, hold my breath for over ten minutes under water and think like a computer ( the scientists made it think like two but be at the size of one, so don't say that two heads are better than one). My eye sight is better than the eagles and…I can only eat meat. Raw meat. You are probably disgusted right now with me. That's ok, so am I. But it's not like asked for all of this. And besides, it really does taste good, so juicy, so warm, so delicious...God, I must be really hungry. Come to think of it, I haven't eaten for two days now. At the lab I could go with out any food or water for two weeks. But that was a very long time ago, eight months to be precise.
Remembering the lab and the professors walking in there white cloaks gave me goose bumps. Damn! It's thanks to them that my life is so screwed. Sometimes I think that they are actually psychopaths, creating Frankenstein monsters like me. But that's not exactly why I hated them, I mean yeah that to, but the thing that made me feel disgusted was the way they treated us. And by us I mean all the other unfortunate souls that became there experiments. You see, I'm the only one that's based on human DNA the others are just mixed between animals (most of which you must be strong mentally just to take a glance at them). And the thing is, they treat us as objects, things that don't have feelings, we are there little toys. They just love all the things WRONG with us. To them we are science equipment, like a test tube. So you can say I'm an IT.
And the laboratory! Don't get me started on the lab! Let's just say it looks a lot like any labs you is on TV in some action movie. But when you spend almost fifteen years surrounded by cold metal and sometimes even, naked concrete walls your view on things change. Everything there is just so…dead. Well except for me and the other experiments. I mean, we never get to see the sun, only the blinding artificial light hanging above your head. The air is full of nose breaking smells (I should know, 'cause my nose is a thousand times more sensitive than any other human being) and it's always boring, every day is like any other. First they take tests, than the ten km run with a couple of shockers (special sticks that can give you quite a shock, literally) if you slow down and sometimes they inject you with some stuff to see how you will react to it, but most of the time they just make you puke and give headaches.
However, if it wasn't for Jerry I wouldn't even know there is an entire world out there. Ok, I admit, it's thanks to him I didn't get caught, he was the one who taught me to talk, covered for me when Andrew and I were escaping and was the only scientist who actually treated me like a person and not a thing. But come on, even a smart person can make some stupid decisions sometimes!
Honestly, I don't blame him any more, in fact remembering his wrinkled little face that always had this warm smile made me sad. What am I doing, blaming Jerry like that? He is the kindest and uplifting person I've ever known. He is like a brother to me, although he is like forty something and I'm fifteen. But that doesn't matter, he's still the best. And as for mistakes, well I've made bigger ones.
God, can I change from being totally pissed off to a loving person in like five minutes. Another one of my mutant side affects. My mood can change in a blink of an eye, don't really know why. Hey! It's not like these "Frankenstein's" tell me EVERYTHING that's wrong with me. I'm grateful for knowing at least this and even then it's thanks to Jerry and Andrew.
Slowly I lifted my head at the FBI agent, who was now sitting in front of me and asking another stupid question that I passed to listen. God, Andrew would love to beat the crap out of this guy. I smiled, yes he would. I wonder what they did to him. Probably interrogated him like me and even if they did, I highly doubt he would tell them a word. Andrew was a tough nut; he wouldn't say a thing even if his life was in jeopardy.
I remember how all this circus started eight months ago. I met Andrew and my life went from being a mutant in a cage to a teenager running from the UGPF (United Galactic Police Force). Which is better, you pick. Personally I prefer the latter. Yeah, Andrew had changed my life and I was grateful for it.
I leaned back on my hard plastic chair now looking at the floor. The guy was getting impatient I could tell by the way his face got so read, a cook could fry eggs on it, well you would too if a person you were shouting for almost fifteen minutes now wasn't saying a word, let alone paying attention to you. But it's not like I was doing it on purpose, making him mad, it's just a wave of sadness hit me. And when that usually happens I try to remember something happy or silly. But now I wanted to remember the day my life took a huge turn to the unexpected. The day things changed. The day I met Andrew.
