This is my first fanfic. Please tolerate me if it turns out horribly
This story is set when Max is 11, and is still living in the lab. Since JP didnt really write about what it was like before the flock broke out, I thought I could do that
I do not own any of the characters here. All rights go to James Patterson, the best author the world has ever known.
But I do own this storyline, and it is copyrighted :D
Max's POV
I yawned and stretched my arms. I felt my hand touch the cold of my dog crate.
"Another horrid day" I thought to myself. "Get up and face it."
I curled up into a ball, rubbed my eyes and looked around. Fang was sitting quietly in a corner—if dog crates had corners, that is. The rest of the flock was still asleep.
"Hey" I smiled. Fang, he is like a brother to me, my family, the only person I trust as much as myself.
His coal black eyes met mine. "Yo" he replied, his face carrying no expression, as usual.
I heard a loud, loud yawn. Nudge was stirring. She rubbed her eyes vigorously. "GOOD MORNINGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!" she exclaimed.
Iggy, Gazzy and Angel groaned and started to wake up. I looked at my flock. Our cages were placed in a circle, facing each other. I looked at each of them. They were the people I knew my whole life, they were the people that kept me from going insane. I looked at my surroundings. The smell of antiseptic I knew so well....I had grown up there.
I sighed. Life was perfect. If you consider being locked up in a two foot by two foot by two foot crate half of your life and spending the other half undergoing cruel, sick experiments by the most sadistic people that every roamed the earth perfect.
Not to mention the total lack of food and water, while you body tries to heal the multiple cuts, brusies, broken bones and whatnot. And knowing that you are an experiment to them, and that they could take your life and not even blink.
Oh, wait. Did I mention that our flock is 98% human, and 2% bird? They drafted bird DNA into us, those sadistic spawns of satan. Don't even get me started on how agonising drafting wings onto us were. Yes- we have wings. We can fly. But we hardly get to, only for experiments.
The door clicked. A scientist (aka whitecoats, or if you prefer, the sadistic spawns of satan) walked in. I winced.
Let the day........no.
Let the torture begin.
R&R please!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Dont go too hard on me, please?
Thanks :)