Flare's POV:
Running. Sirens blaring. Cuts, bruises. Blood. These were all present at my escape of The Facility. No, I'm not a nut job. I'm an innocent little thirteen year old girl…who is half wolf. I live, no lived, in a scientist testing lab. Ever heard of Maximum Ride and her little birdie friends? They lived here too, once. But not in my ward, the Facility. The Failures went here, the ones who didn't turn how they wanted. That was me.
I was supposed to be an Eraser, half wolf half human creatures who were pure evil. But, the genes combined differently. Instead of being Eraser like, my wolf parts weren't haphazardly mixed in with the human parts: they were more separated, like the birds. I had wolf ears, fangs, and a tail. All red. My name? Flare, for my red flaming hair. Another reason I'm a failure: my powers. Because of the strange atomic split in me that allowed my genes to be combined in a unique way, my atomic level is quite strange, and my mind is much more powerful than the average human, er, beast. You see, most humans, or beasts, can only use about 10 percent of their brains. Me? I can use 25 percent. This allows me to do something, special. I can control electromagnetic waves, and even to the extent of controlling the nervous systems of others.
And I used this power to my best ability getting out of the Facility. You see, a long time ago, Max and the others came back, and freed much of the people in this laboratory: but not the Facility. In all, they were five of us alive then. Me, my best friend Daniel, and three others who died out of choice: they couldn't stand being freaks. Bless their souls.
Daniel. Love of my life, who will never love me back. Common story, ne? Well, that's my life. Common story of the freak. Daniel is fourteen years old, and went through a similar fate as I. He too was meant to be an Eraser, but they added the wrong gene, and instead became a half human, half fox creature that had more separation in his genes, like I do. Yet, despite being a failure, he was perfect. He also had the strength and speed of an Eraser, something that I used to my advantage that night.
Step one: get out of the cages. Yes, we lived in cages. About the size of the average table. Except, in box form. Daniel came in on that part. Ripping apart the titanium bars, Daniel got all five of us out. The other three were meant to be Flyboys: half Eraser, half Birdy, but they didn't turn out so well. Out of respect, I wont go into details. So, yes, we got out of the cages. They didn't have too much security on them: we were failures, how could we get out?
Step two: get out of the Facility Ward. Okay, this one was trickier. On ever window, there were bars, electrocuted. There was a door, but you needed a code. 23 digits. Changed everyday. That's where I came in. I calmly walked up to the lock of the door and surged it with electricity, overriding the system. We were in, er, out. The other four followed me out of the room. Bye-bye Facility, hello hallways.
Step Three: video cameras. Every hallway had at least two or three. That is where the Flyboys came in. All they did was subtly fly up, and punch the living daylights out of the cameras in a way that the guards couldn't see their bodies. And then, we were off. Another thing about these Flyboys: they didn't have names. While Daniel and I chose names, they decided not to have any besides Flyboy 1, 2, and 3. Poor guys, they thought they weren't good enough to have names. Yet, they were the most courageous of us all.
Step Four: the guards. At every Corner, there was one. We all switched off taking them out. Daniel would punch them or something physical. The Flyboys as well. Me, well, either I would be physical or, the more likely case, make their brains go "boom", to say the least. 45 guards we knocked out. It was perfect.
Step Five: the hover-board. You see, if we were ever going to get anywhere, flying was the key. The Flyboys could fly pretty well, but not Daniel and I. In the storage room, they had a prototype hover-board, powered by none other than Electromagnetic waves: my specialty. Overriding the system of the storage room, I grabbed one and ran. Ran for my life, all of our lives. We were so close. Several hallways, and almost to the door out. Only a few yards away.
Too bad there was one thing I forgot in my master plan.
The guns. Well, looks like with the whole punching out cameras idea, they got the picture that someone was busting out. Oops. Now, in the last hallway, all five of us were confronted by 4 men with guns. Big guns. Probably Machine guns. I didn't have the time to really check it out. It was over, we were dead, done for.
Until the Flyboys stepped in. The three of them stood over us like shields. I screamed, "No! You cant sacrifice yourselves for us! Either we all leave, or none of us leave!" They didn't budge. The men rose their guns, ready to shoot. Then, Flyboy number 2 turned around and looked at me. His eyes, chocolate brown, shot understanding to me. They wanted this. They wanted to die here. They truly believed they had no potential. And, it was either the three of them, or all five of us. Looking to Daniel, I nodded for him to run. He had a future, he needed to go. I would choose my fate with the Flyboys. But, that wasn't good enough, was it?
Flyboy number one turned around, and shouted to Daniel, "Make her leave, understand?" The first time he ever talked, was a command. A command to assure safety. So, Daniel grabbed my hand and made me leave. I outstretched my hand, trying to with them. But, Daniel wouldn't let me. So, I gave up. I closed my eyes and ran. For my life, for Daniel's. For the valiant suicide of my comrades.
Running. I could feel my feet soaring, running so fast, sprinting even.
Sirens. I could hear the sirens going off, about how two failures made it out of the Facility Ward.
Cuts, Bruises. I could feel the bullets cutting into the skin of my comrades. I could hear their bodies hit the tile floor, probably bruising their slightly delicate wings. I could feel the broken glass cut into my cheeks, my arms, everywhere.
Blood. I could smell the Flyboys blood being spilled on their own terms. I could taste the blood in my mouth were I was cut by glass shards. I could see the blood on the floor in puddles before I closed my eyes. I could see and feel the blood running through my eye lids. And then, we were out, and it was all over.