The Beginning- Chapter 1
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Max POV
Ugh. That little twerp is staring at me again. Why can't he go away? Isn't it enough that I'm cramped up in here, with out having him always poking around? This is the only time I get to myself. How does he always manage to sneak in here? Whatever. It's not like I can make him go away or anything, I'm stuck in my cage.
"Maxie.." he says, slightly cringing. Probably a smart thing to do. Last time he talked to me, I nearly bit his head off with snide remarks. This time, I just roll my eyes at him.
"Maxie Bird, wanna play a game?" he asks with childish pleading in his eyes. He's sitting, hugging his knees, behind a biohazard waste bin. His brown hair is sticking up in odd angles on his head. The rumpled Tonka Truck tee shirt he is wearing, looks to be about three sizes too big. He's only three years old.
"No," I sigh, he sticks out his lower lip. Amazingly, I keep my patience. I feel kinda bad for the kid. He doesn't have anyone around here to play with. "I'm tired, okay?" I hesitate, then add, "Maybe later, kid." Instantly, his face brightens. He thinks 'kid' is a pet name, it's not. I lower my eyebrows at him, and his smile fades. I soften my gaze. "How did you get in here again?" His grin quickly returns, this time with a mischievous twist.
"When the White coats were turned around, I climbed in that air vent, they were too pre…preoccupied to notice," he said, pointing at a small panel on the wall that only a three year old could squeeze through. He looked extremely pleased with himself, for finding yet another way in here. For three years old, he also has a pretty impressive vocabulary. I give him a small smile, and his grin stretches from ear to ear. See? I'm not all mean.
I hear footsteps outside. Heavy ones. He hears them too, and tenses up, his eyes growing wide. If they catch him in here, he could be in a whole world of trouble.
"Hide," I urge him. He runs to the only cover in the room, a glass and metal desk, and hides underneath it. I can still easily see him. Oh well. It's not my problem if he gets caught, I don't like him that much. Okay, I'm a tad mean. The footsteps halt outside, and I hear the familiar sound of digital buttons being pressed. My own eyes grow a mile wide.
It's not test time! Not again! Oh no, oh no, oh no. I can't do another test today! I'm still shaky from this morning! I haven't even got scabs on my open knee wounds from this morning's test. I had fallen on one of the hot coils in the maze, it tore my old scabs open. I didn't cry. I couldn't let them see me cry. They would just laugh at me.
The digital panel goes beep beep beep, meaning the code was valid. Quickly, I shift to the back of my cage and curl up as tight as I can. If any one of those stupid white coats sticks their rubber glove stinking hands near me, I'll bite it!
"Bring them in," I hear a voice say outside, there are more than one apparently. As the door opens, I see a cart being pushed by a white coat that I don't recognize. There are two cages, like mine, on the cart. As it's wheeled in, I see two people. Both boys. One's eyes are closed with his head resting in his hands, he has strawberry blonde hair. The other's eyes are fixed on the blonde haired one, he has dark eye, and dark hair to match. They look my age.
"Put them next to her," the white coat not pushing the cart says, pointing at me. I used to be all alone in this room. I used to think that it was because they separated us by our genetic alternations. So I figured I was the only one of my kind. With wings, I mean. Perfectly useless ones at that. I've never even gotten to fly, not that I really know how, but still. They are totally useless in here.
Hold the phone! I'm not the only one! That dark haired boy has some wings too! But his are darker than mine. The white coat has set both the cages down, in line with mine. The dark haired one is on my left, and the blonde haired one is on his left. The man directing the other looks around the room at me, gives me a scowl. Then he looks at the desk. He sees the little boy underneath, and gives him a cold stare.
"Ari!" he yells, "What are you doing in here? Go back to Sector G!" Ari scrambles out from his hiding spot and sprints past the white coat and out the door. I smirk, and the white coat sneers. "You think that's funny?" He comes over and yanks a metal bar out of his jacket and jabs it into my arm, sending wild electric charges through my body. He laughs and I hear the other one tell him to stop, but I pass out before he does.