A/N: Helloooo... So this is our new story, this one is written by EPICMOoOSE1112 and the next one is going be written by xXAustenGirlXx. Dante is xXAustenGirlXX's character, but Moose wrote his POV in this chapter. The POV's are going to swap in every chapter, (ie. Chapter 2 will be Dante speaking, [written by xXAustenGirlXx] and Chapter 3, Drew [by EPICMOoOSE1112].)

Drew's POV.

I couldn't escape them they were too fast. I felt a strong hand roughly grab me, making me scream.

"You are coming with us. Now." The Eraser spat. I felt hopeless, they had found me. I didn't have a chance. He dragged me over to his fellow mates. I felt like I was about to collapse, I had no energy left in me. Nothing. Their wolfish faces stretched into contorted grins, it sickened me that they could have fun hunting and killing an innocent teen. They pinned me down, and one put his grubby paws around my neck and began to squeeze. Suddenly, the Erasers eyes rolled back in his head, and he fell to one side, with a knife in his back. The Erasers looked around, my brother, Dante, took that chance to grab me and make a run for it, he put one arm around my waist, and lifted me a little, so I didn't faint from exhaustion.

"You OK?" He asked.

"No," I said. "I almost died back there, and you ask me if I'm OK? You are totally unobservant."

We weaved into and out of the trees, trying to lose them. I skidded to a halt, so did Dante, a bit like those cartoon characters you see on TV. We stared helpless into the faces of a whole new troop of Erasers. I should known that we wouldn't get away that easily. We started to back up slowly, and bumped into the other troop of Erasers that had been chasing us previously, the one I had bumped into didn't take it kindly, as you can imagine, instead he placed a cloth over my nose and mouth firmly. If I held my breath, I would die obviously and even if I didn't, I would still be stuck between two mobs of Erasers, so I had no choice but to breathe in the sickly sweet aroma, and pass out.

When I woke, my arms and legs were bound and I had a hood over my head. From the bouncing and lurching movements, we were in a van or something.

"Dante? You there?" I whispered.

"I'm here." He said, and I shuffled over to where his voice came from.

"Why do you think they're hunting us?" Oh, that's another thing, we didn't even know why they were hunting us, they just broke in to the brat camp that our foster-parents sent us to, and try to make a grab for us, luckily, we were on a field trip at the time. We found out though the dinner lady, who they had asked where we were.

"I don't know, but I have a feeling it has to do with our parents." He said. Our parents just vanished one day and never came back. People always say that you feel empty when you lose someone you love, but I didn't feel empty, but I didn't exactly feel whole either. But what could this have to do with our parents? They were just a normal mom and dad. I leaned against him, and closed my eyes. I tried to imagine that we were home again, with our parents. But it was near impossible to imagine that this lurching van, was quiet comfortable home. I sat there, with no escape from this nightmare, apart from death.

Dante's POV.

Finally, the vehicle, or whatever it was, came to a stop. They unbound our legs, and marched into a building (I know this because I could feel the air-conditioning). Then they removed the hood and the bonds on our hands as well, and before my eyes could adjust to the light, we were shoved into a very small space. When my eyes adjusted, I saw that they had shoved me inside a cage. I looked around, and saw that Drew was in a cage opposite me.

She looked at me with her violet-tinged-with-blue sorrowfully, and said, "This nightmare is never going to end, is it?"

What could I say? No? And ruin the little hope she had of escaping? No. Instead I looked back at her and said, "We'll find a way out of this. I'm sure of it."

She sighed, and stretched her hand out towards me. I slid my arm through the bars, but I could only hold her fingertips. It seemed enough to comfort her though.

She smiled weakly. "We better get some sleep, before they start experimenting on us. God knows what those sickos are going to do to us."

"Yeah." I said, and let go of her fingers. She lay on the bottom of her cage singing softly. Soon her beautiful voice lulled me to sleep.

I awoke strapped to a hospital bed. My whole body hurt like it was on fire, I tried to look around, but my body wouldn't obey me. I became aware of another presence in the room.

"Good, you're awake." A woman's voice somewhere to my left said. She came over and felt my fore head. "You're still feverish, I'll just get you your medicine, and I'll be off. You will have checkups every once in a while. Oh, you'll probably be wondering where your sister is, she is in the room next to this one. You don't have to worry, she is fine, and going through the same thing you are."

Which meant she was the total opposite of 'fine'. I felt like someone had run over me with a bulldozer, and then electrocuted me until I turned into jelly. The pain felt so bad, I wanted to die. But only for a moment, until I thought of my sister braving all this on her own. Then the lady came back with a syringe, and injected me in my arm muscle, my entire body went numb almost immediately. It was better than the pain, but it still wasn't a pleasant feeling. I couldn't feel anything.

Drew's POV

Again I tried to undo the Velcro straps, but again to no avail. The first thing I noticed when I woke up was the pain. The unrelenting unimaginable pain. Then I realized that my brother wasn't in the room with me, but I found out from one of the white coats that he was in the room next to mine, and that I could see him again after the tests that they were doing on us. I had already been injected around six times already. Eventually, they gave me a painkiller that numbed my whole body. I couldn't feel anything, or even move. I was helpless once again at the hands of the white coats.

A white coat entered. "One last injection, and then you are almost done." He said in a gravelly voice, it sounded a bit like he was choking on marbles. He chose a syringe of the glaring white counter-top, and jabbed me in the wrist. I blacked out almost immediately.

"Drew?" I heard my brother say. He sounded croaky, like he always did when he had just woken up.

"Yeah?" My own voice sounded weak and tired.

"You OK? 'Cause I'm not, the pain's back." He said.

It was true, the insufferable pain was back. I twisted my head so I could see him. I gasped. He had huge, beautiful eagle wings lying splayed out of his back. "Woah. . . What did they put in that injection?" I said, running my eyes over his 18 ft wing span, "Dante. You've got wings." He turned his head to look at me and stared at me hard, paling, "And y-you've got fluffy ears."

I rubbed my head against my shoulder, my ears weren't on the side of my head anymore, but I still could hear. In fact, I could hear a thousand times better than before. The white coats' talking in the other room, papers rustling, even the low moans of other experiments.

"It's official then, we are mutant freaks," I said. "You sure you can't turn yourself back?"

He seemed to concentrate hard, for a bit, but to no avail, "Maybe I can't do anything yet. This isn't one of your stupid pranks is it? Oh, wait. No, no, it isn't, we got captured by stupid quacks. "

"So... How are we going to get out of this mess?" I asked.

He shook his head. "I don't know. Maybe we've got alien mind powers." He said sarcastically and then a look of hope spread across his face, "What if we did have alien mind powers?"

I gave him a look and he sighed, "Okay, we don't."