I hear the screams of the people in cells near mine. They are screams of agony from failed experiments before me. I feel the pads in my own padded cell. It's been three days since I awakened. You see I'm not normal. But then again who is? In fact I'm not sure what I really am anymore. At one point I was human but my soul was transferred to another body. I don't remember my past life. All I remember is when I first woke up strapped down to a stone table with a group of people surrounding me. At the time I knew nothing; I couldn't even speak or understand the language they were speaking. My vocabulary is still small but I seem to learn things at a fast pace from listening to them talk. As far as they know I am mute, I don't want to speak and let them know I understand them. Speaking is the only thing I know how to do that they don't know about, in fact it's the only thing I know I can do because of how restrained I have been. I've only just started to learn that I'm not normal. From what I've gathered about this place is that they are a cult of some sort trying to make a "perfect being." So far the others before me lost their minds and know are just shells filled with corrupted souls. They believe I will become their perfect being. The cult has put a blindfold of sorts on me and chains around my wrists and ankles ever since I woke up. The only thing I've ever seen was a blurry second of waking up strapped to a table.

Suddenly the door slams open and I hear the boots of one of the cult. I can feel their eyes staring at me and then I feel them grab my forearm and pull me to my feet. "Today is you cleansing, we shall make you the perfect tool for this world's purification."

I shudder a little at this. I don't want to be a tool. I feel anger starting to consume me as I think about how I woke up with nothing, no memory of my own and being treated like an object. I've been poked and prodded and experimented on. I don't even know what I am. The anger is coiling inside me and I feel like I'm going to explode. I can feel the pressure of their hand dragging me by the forearm. They mutter to themselves about how hard it is to drag me. Because my ankles are bound together they have to literally drag me. I have to control my anger till I know I'm able to get away so I try to calm myself. I can here another set of footsteps nearing and they yell at the person dragging me to hurry up. To make the process faster the person dragging me unbound my ankles and forced me to walk. I hate having to be treated like an animal. I'll make all of them regret this. Every last one shall die in agony like what I've had to suffer since awakening. As we walk down what I assume is a corridor I can feel a cold wind coming from my left. "Hurry up and close the door we don't need her trying to get away outside"

"Sorry" mutters another as they begin to try and shut the door. But it was too late I ran toward the breeze and suddenly feel a cold sensation under my feet as I continue to run despite not being able to see and having my arms bound behind my back. I focus my anger and for the first time since wakening I try to break my bonds and surprisingly the ropes tying my arms behind me snap as if they were yarn rather than rope. I continue running without my sight as my hands clumsily try to remove the blindfold. Once I get it off I can see for the first time. My vision is fuzzy and I think I might need the things called glasses that help people see. There is white fluffy stuff everywhere and it was cold to the touch. Behind me I see a mansion getting farther and farther away. There are men on horse's chasing coming from it trying to catch me. I look forward and see a forest of tree's and decide to run through them and when I get tired climb a tree. As I'm thinking of this plan I look down at my feet and notice I'm leaving a trail in the white stuff. I can't just climb a tree they will see my foot prints. I just now reached the trees and the horses are only a few yards away now. Without thinking and letting instinct take over I jump to the top of the tree and start jumping tree to tree. I look down in amazement. I'm going so fast I can no longer see the mansion or the men chasing me.

I begin to slow down when the sun starts to set. I'm hungry and cold but I'm not too bothered about it. I hop down from the tree and fall into the forest. I draw an arrow in the white stuff pointing to the direction I was running so that when I climb back up to continue running away I'll remember what direction to go. I finally take the chance to look at my own body now that I can see.

The first thing I notice is just how exposed I am. I have nothing covering my body. I ignore this and continue to look at my body. My body appears to be that of a thirteen year old girl. As far as I know I only have lived in this body for three days though. I have jet black nails that sharply contrast to my pure white skin tone. I have a relatively flat chest. My hair is long and reaches my waist its color is a charcoal black. I can feel wings inside my back and I decide to try and unfurl them. They break through my skin seamlessly and it looks like they are a dark black like my nails and hair. I cannot see my own face though because there is no reflective surface near me. I know I'm not human but what am I.

I push all thoughts aside and dig a hole in the fluffy white stuff so that I can sleep on the ground. As I close my eyes I fall in to the oblivion known as sleep.

I was walking down the street on my way home from the store. I noticed it was getting late so I decided to take a back road. Out of nowhere a man grabs me from behind and knocks me out. Next thing I know I 'm on a stone table and there is a lifeless body next to me. It is a girl with wings. She is tied up. She has eye's that are odd they have a gold eye color with a ring of black followed by more gold before coming to the pupil.

All I hear is screaming. Painful terror filled screams. They are coming from me and I feel my soul being ripped from my body and moved to the body next to me.

I wake up terrified at my dream. As I begin to regain my senses I realize that it wasn't a dream it was a memory. I look around and realize that it is around midnight. "Now that I'm up I ought to keep moving" I mutter to myself. My voice is soft like silk but has a slightly menacing tone to it. I get up and decide to see if my wings are just for show or if I can fly. I give them some practice flaps and next thing I know I'm soaring through the skies like an angel. I fly until I see lanterns of a city. I land, return my wings to my back, and begin to walk through the quite streets making sure to avoid any people because I'm still butt naked. I see a newspaper in the wind and run to catch it. I read the title and learn I am in a place called London. Because I'm still naked I take my newspaper and sneak into somebodies house and steal some undergarments and a young males outfit. I'm now dressed in trousers and a shirt. My flat chest helps me to look like a boy and I decide to cut my hair with a knife so that I can disguise myself as a boy. I never want to be caught and they will be looking for a girl not a boy. My hair is now short but still long enough to hide my eyes behind it. I see a mirror in the room so I approach. My eyes are a bright yellow green color with a black circle in them.

I exit the house and find an alley to live in for the time being. I have nothing better to do so I start to read the newspaper I found. I read an article about a toy company named the Funtom Company. It was about how they were expanding to different industries. I was surprised to read the owner of the company is a thirteen year old. The same age as what I think my body is. I continue to read the paper and see several jobs available. The only one that does not require any job experience is working at some guy named Undertaker's shop. I decide that at first light I shall find his shop and try and get a job. After all I need to try and blend in.

Hi, this is my first Fanfiction and I was wondering if you liked this. Please write a review because I put so much work in trying to right this story. I can't wait to write the next chapter and I hope whoever's actually reading this can't wait for the next chapter either. One more thing she still doesn't have a name so I was wondering if anyone knows any unique unisex names.