Ok, so this is my first fanfic. Just so you know Midnight is supposed to be from "The Angel Experiment". Remember the girl who wasn't named, and Max described as looking about ten years old that they set free? Well, thats who she's supposed to be. Midnight is my character, please don't steal her! She comes from a book that I'm writing(not from a fanfic). I have been reading alot of these fanfictions, and I noticed that everyone puts disclaimers. So, I'm geussing your supposed to put one..? Anyway here's my disclaimer:

I don't own anything but Midnight and the plot.

Now, on to the story!

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P.O.V. Midnight

I stopped pacing and flopped down on the cld cement and stared at the ceiling through my.. well, I wouldn't really call it a cage 'cause it was no bars. A bubble. It's thick and stretchy. It won't let anything or anyone in or out. I sighed and closed my eyes. I could still see the faces of the others like me back at the Institute. Those six faces that set me and the other expirements free. I knew they wanted me to join them, but I had to help the others. And that's exactly what I did. I found homes for all the epiriments; I traveled all over the country to do it. Which brings me here: LA. Captured by a neighboring gang. A gang! How crazy is that? the only reason I'm here is for them to use me as a weapon. Whenever they get in fights with other gangs or, if there is some kind of problem at all, they use me. To them I'm their "secret weapon", so to speak. they really don't know what to call me because they never talk to me. Good. I want it to stay that way.

By now you're probably asking yourself 'who is this person?', right? I have many names, but now days I go by Midnight. Any sane person knows to call me that, unless of course they want to die. I'm very critical when it comes to names. You call me what I like to be called and no one gets hurt. Simple enough.

I sighed again and arced my back enough to let my wings slide out. Yes, you heard me right, I did say 'wings'. Surely you've heard of the 'flock', the six people I was talking about earlier, right? Oh, what I would give to break free and find them again.

I had been free for a couple months and then suddenly I'm locked up again! Oh the joys of being an adolescent mutant freak. I hated them. Especially their leader. Oh, what was his name? Kevin? No, it was unique. Keez? Yes! That's it! His name is Keez! Anyways, I don't talk to any of them if they do attempt to talk to me. Except one person. I geuss you could call her a 'caretaker' but really all she does is brings me food and stuff like that. now, they way that Max described me in her book says that I looked ten. I'm not. I'm thirteen, almost fourteen. Looks can be decieving.

I closed my eyes and tried to fall asleep. I know it's late because it looks dark outside the window in the storage room. Yep. That's where they keep me. I fairly large storage room in a giant bubble. Wonderful, isn't it?( note sarcasm). After what seemed like years, I fell into a light, dreamless sleep.

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I know this chapter is short, but I'll update soon! I promise!