Hey, everyone. This is the story of me and my Flock, and how we try to survive.

Prolougue

Okay, let's start with the basics.

My name is Flick. Yes it is my name. I liked it. I chose it. its mine. My hair is short and messy and kind of a golden-brown color. My eyes are black. Well, at least they're dark anough to be black. Oh, and I tan easily.

I was bor and (forthe most part) raised in a lab until I was about 14. Once I was 14, well, that's when everything started.

You see, I was a lucky one. After they made me, they virtually forgot about me for 14 years, so I wasn't experimented on for more than a decade.

Then, one day, I noticed them bring a barn owl past my cage.

'Oookaaay...I have a bad feeling about this,' I thought.

It wasn't good.

A few weeks later, they came to my cage.

I was dressed in the usual "lab rat" outfit (plain black long-sleeved shirt and plain black jeens) and sitting in the corner. I raised my head when I heard voices.

"So we havn't done anything to this one?"

"No."

"Perfect. Get the needle."

I stiffened at the sound of that word.

Next to me, a 12-year old girl with unnaturaly bright blue eyes whispered through the bars," Flick? What's going on?"

Her voice was shaking.

"They're finally gonna do stuff with me, J.J.," I whispered back, using the name we'd come up with about a year ago. The bright blue of her eyes was because of the experiments. Her long pretty black hair was all-natural.

J.J. gasped, and the door to my cage swung open with ominous slowness.

I looked over at J.J., her bright blue-and white- feathered blue jay wings flarng out behind her frightenedly.

That was another thing about J.J., she was born with those beautifull blue and white jay wings. So was this one kid I'd see sometimes with spikey red hair and a bucketload of freckles. He was born with his red cardinal wings.

I blinked, bringing myself back to reality, and noticed a white-gloved hand reach into my cage. It grabbed my arm while another reached in and rolled up my sleeve. I struggled, but it was no use. The whiteglove's grip was firm.

A third whiteglove came in with a hypodermic needle filled with a strange liquid. I winced when the needle pricked my skin, and the liquid was emptied into my bloodstream. The hands retreated, and the cage door closed, and I was left feeling scared and really confused.

"F-flick? Flick, are you okay?" I heard J.J. wimper.

"Y-yeah," I replied shakily, rolling my sleeve back down.

Wrong.

Almost immediately, pain and heat flooded my body and I gitted my teeth to keep from screaming.

"Okay. Screw that! I. Bleeping. Hurt!" I ground out, falling to my side and writhing in pain.

Soon, the pain was too much. My body felt like it was on fire and being crushed into little pieces all at the same time.

Slowly, I sank into unconciousness.

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I tried to scream just before I fell unconcious, but all I heard was a barn owl's shree. Then it all went black.