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A/N: Ok I know I haven't finished my other stories but I had a dream and it was just so moving and heartfelt I NEEDED to make a story outta this! Anyways, the Flock doesn't exist, or they're just at McDonald's getting 50 burgers each… ANYWHO ON WITH MY STORY!

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Excel's P.O.V

Exhilarating.

That was the one thing that could even come close to describing the feeling you get when flying.

It's like it takes you and swifts you away from life's troubles.

Too freakin' bad that doesn't happen with me.

You see, my life could be sooooo much better at the moment but, unfortunately, it isn't

Right now, I'm being dragged against my will to the horrendous and never-ending tortures of being experimented on by wacko scientists who think me and countless others are the future of the evolution to the world.

Yeah, because I'm just so special that way.

The Erasers (wolf-like-supermodel-looking-pain-in-the-ass men who think we kids are food!) held me tightly, ignoring my loud screaming and painful kicking. They brought me into yet another WHITE room, the odor of antiseptic wafting through the air.

Gross.

They slammed me down hard against the cold metal table and, despite my protests and struggles, strapped my ankles and wrists down in Velcro. One of the Erasers slapped me across the face, which finally got me to shut up. I could feel the blood arising in my throat, threatening to spurt out at any moment. My pink wavy hair hung loosely in front of my face. The toughest and cruelest Eraser here stuck a needle into my neck, which registered the blackness to overcome me and serenade me with sleep.

You see, there's a reason my name's Excel. It stands for Exceleration, which is what I'm chock full of.

Yeah, so I spelt "acceleration" wrong, I was five okay!

Anyway, I'm the best goddamn fighter bird-kid here so, you don't mess with me, pal. Yeah, I'm talking to you buddy! The one that's rolling their eyes at the computer screen right now!

…Okay, I seriously need to get a grip on reality.

But that doesn't freaking help when you've been DRUGGED by MAD MEN!

I'm done ranting, thank you.

My speed is impeccable. I run at the speed of light, I kick more swiftly and more gracefully that a freaking ninja, and I fly by so fast you would just think a harsh wind passed by. We've only been tested to fly once, other bird-kids and I, and only I met the expectations for the scientists so I'm always being tested on. More often than the others; my family, my Covey.

Covey means flock, but "the Flock" sounded too common, you know?

Anyway, the Convey insists of Jet, Toura, Flame, and me.

Jet isn't as fast as me, but when it comes to flapping, well, let's just say that the impact from him fluttering his wings would help you realize exactly why he's called Jet. (For all you dumbasses out there, it's because he creates wings with the strength of 50 freaking mammoths!) He's just as strong too, but can be fairly lazy at times. Eh, what else can you be when you live in a dog crate, but refusing to walk to your tests and allowing yourself to be carried to them, not even putting up a fight? That's just uncalled for. He's got midnight black hair with piercing blue eyes. His wings are black with speckles of white and, even I got to admit, that's pretty friggin' awesome. AND they're about 14 feet! He's pretty tall for, what, fourteen? Just like me!

Toura has perfectly tanned skin and dark brown straight hair. She's about ten. One of the Erasers got close to clawing her, but just ended up giving her sloppy bangs. It looks pretty sweet, though. Her big brown eyes are always filled with wonder and excitement. Though her brain seemed mainly programmed with questions. She could never just SHUT THE HELL UP, but love her anyway. Her wings are mousey colors that have black and brown speckles. They are simply breath taking. She is called Toura because one night she got REALLY pissed because and Eraser tried to…well tried to do bad things to me. And he got pretty close, I'll tell you that. But anyway, her eyes turned red and she literally tore the Eraser in half. She ripped the rest of them to freaking shreds! After that she passed out for a little bit, but was thoroughly scolded (and even praised) by some scientists and us for killing all of those Erasers afterwards. She's adorable when herself, but she can get pretty scary, I'll tell you that.

Flame was a silent boy. He rarely talked and had blond hair and hazel eyes. And you want to know why we call him Flame? Because it was freezing one winter night and Jet was teasing him about how he got bitten by the cat-kid who he snuck up on, which got him more aroused than it was worth. He literally TURNED into a friggin' camp fire! His hair also turned a bright red, but his eyes stayed the same, though you can see the flames blazing and dancing in his eyes. We were very warm that night. His wings are red (figures) and have blackened tips that looked like they were charred in coal and they're about 14 feet long. He failed miserably when he did his test fly. Ha!

And me, well I guess I'm the most abnormal looking of our group, though it pretty hard to beat a human flamesicle. I have wavy pink hair that ends just below my shoulder blades. My skin is fair and light and my eyes are a bright emerald green. Jet and Toura say they glisten in the light or when I'm happy (which is rarely) while Flame just huffs and puffs like the grumpy big bad wolf he is.

Eh, you gotta love him though!

My wings are 14 and half feet across! Ha, take that Jet and Flame and your manly tallness! Ahem.

Well, my wings are a golden color that sparkle and have an ivory colored underbelly. The tips of each of the feathers are ivory, tan, or black. My wings change colors sometimes, but the golden ones are my true wings. They are pretty. (A/N: She's got VERY low self-esteem. You'll see later on why) I've never actually shown the others my wings, because they're well tucked into my hospital gown and when we first did the flight test, my wings were black. I was ten at the time. Now my wings have molted into this golden color. The only powers I have are the multi colored wings and my super duper sonic speed.

After my re-run of my family, I groggily woke up, feeling very numb. My eyes instantly flew open to distant voices. My vision was very hazy and I could faintly hear people calling:

"Ex?"

"Excel?"

"Exie, are you ok?"

"Excel?"

"Excel R. Ation"

"Oh God, you think she's dead?"

"She can't be dead!"

… Wow. My family's gone psycho. I know it's them because only Jet called me Excel R. Ation. It's pretty stupid. Just as stupid as Peanut Butter and Jet-ly. Heh heh…

What type of BS is going through they're heads right now?

I groaned so they could at least hear me, but I guess my eyes closed because all I saw was darkness. I am very disorganized, but never like this. The numbness subsided and, just as it did, a flaring pain shot through my entire body. I hissed in sharp breath, breathing frantically. I could feel something dripping down my back and I could hear my Covey's gasps. I tried to sit up, but that wasn't the brightest idea. Even more pain (if that was even possible) wracked my nervous system and I let out a small whimper, before collapsing back against the hard metal whatever-I'm-laying-on doohickey. Someone was roughly crying onto my sprawled out arm and I could hear very uneven breaths. This is what Flame does when he's panicked or scared out of his wits. He hyperventilates. And he only does that when he's scared to death, so I feel pretty bad about making him worry. But it's not like I can help it.

I realized the crying came from a very scared Toura, who was pouring her heart out, wailing, "Oh, thank God! I thought I was going to lose you f-forever…!" I tried to move but I guess my body was paralyzed, so I let out a small groan. It sounded more like I was in pain, which, truth be told, I was. Imagine falling out of a moving car and multiply that pain by 2000 and you got a little shred of what I'm feeling right now. Someone was stroking my shoulder, but it only made it hurt worse.

"Please…stop," I croaked out, but just barely. The hand quickly flew away from my shoulder and I could hear the shuffling of feet. I tried opening my eyes, only to be greeted by a VERY bright ceiling light.

Damn.

I quickly squeezed my eyes shut, the light lingering behind my eyelids for a little bit. After awhile, I finally drifted off to the pain free world of sleep.

And that's pretty much it. You'll find out more and get more excitement and stuff, but I needed an information thing here so this was it. And (hopefully) I'll have another dream of this story.

Maybe I'll even turn it into a real story, just without wings, so

DON'T YOU FRIGGIN' DARE STEAL MY STORY OR I'LL SEND MY UNCLE CHUCKY (CHUCK NORRIS) TO HUNT YOU DOWN AND TURNED YOU INTO A FRAKING SOMEWHAT-CHUCK NORRIS-WORTHY PANCAKE!

And with that being said, I hope you read the later action, adventure, romance, and drama that will be put in soon! Thx!

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