Prolouge
Max's POV
I looked around. Crap. The School? I looked at the wall surrounding me. My flock was chained to the wall by an ankle. I was chained up by my wrists. Double crap. I stared at the door. Almost as a response, the door opened. Jeb walked in. Triple crap. I grunted.
"What do YOU want?" I said forcefully.
"Oh, just an experiment, we need to test this new experimental shot, it's not that bad."
"WHAT DOES IT FLIPPING DO?"
"You'll see, Max. Or maybe you won't."
Weirdly, another whitecoat entered the room at the start of the sentence, and grinned at the end.
The whitecoat walked by and took blood samples from us, gave us an injection that made my wings shrink, from what I felt, and then another, and when he injected it, I blacked out, but I didn't know if it was from pain or the injection.
Chapter Numeral Uno
Max's POV
I couldn't remember anything. Only that these scientists had found me on the street, taken care of me, and then put me up for adoption. I had a kinda-normal life; just extract everything I know about it.
At the orphanage, I saw kids my age. There was Gazzy, and his little sis, Angel. I was 7. Gazzy was 5. And Angel was 3. She was really cute.
Then I met a guy called Nick. He had black hair, and was 7 too. We liked each other as friends, but nothing more. We threw bricks at each other. We helped other people carry stuff, because we were so strong, weirdly.
Nick was cool. When we went to our rooms, we were in dog crates stacked near each other. Did I tell you that we had dog crates as rooms? Or that some people stuck needles in us? I guess it was okay. We held hands when we got shots. And the people that took care of us smiled.
And after Nick, I met Nudge. She was 6, and a chatterbox.
"Hey Max! Did you get a shot yesterday? Mine had green stuff. When I asked what it was, they said it was a memory preventing drug. But I don't know what preventing means. Do you?"
"Nope."
Finally, Iggy bumped into me. He was seven, but he was blind. We talked about the meaning of life. He said bombs.