Summary

His mind was off somewhere else. Her soul was dead with nothing left. Both of them suffered through enough pain and agony. What will happen when they meet? Will their world be put back together, or will their lives take a turn for the worst? Max+Fang, Ella+Iggy, Nudge+Gazzy, etc. May be a little OOC. WINGS! Possibly…

"You stupid slut! What the hell were you thinking," Jeb yelled at his daughter. He grabbed her by the front collar of her shirt and threw her towards the wall. Unfortunately, there was a coffee table in the way and even that didn't prevent her from slamming into the obstacle. She slowly slid to the ground, paralyzed. She coughed and sputtered blood as Jeb took another swig of beer. He lazily staggered over to his daughter and gave a yellow-stained toothy grin, amused by the fact that his daughter was in immense pain. He reached for his daughter and dragged her into the living room. He threw her onto the old and dusty rug as she coughed up more blood. She struggled to sit up, but was pushed back down again by her father. Jeb slurred, "Trying to get away now, huh? Well, I'll give you something that proves that you are WORTHLESS!" He then grabbed a hot iron in the form of a word. She couldn't read what it said for her eyes were blurred with tears. He then ripped off her shirt and turned her back to him. He pressed the hot iron from the fireplace onto the young girl's back as she screamed in agony. Tears flooded her soft cheeks as blood poured down her back. Jeb began to laugh like the maniac he was as he pressed down harder. Her screams became more ear piercing as she finally collapsed from pain and exhaustion. He just smiled and picked her up. He walked towards the back door and threw her out onto the brushes while gulping down the beer in his hand. He went back inside to get more comfortable and left her there. Little did he know that there was someone who saw the whole scene; the early morning jogger pulled out his cell phone and dialed 911 as quickly as he could, rushing over to the unconscious girl. He gasped the moment he saw her. Her back was bloody and burnt. On it the word "NOTHING" was scorched. And when the ambulance and police came, that's exactly what she thought of herself….

He ran as fast as he could, trying to escape his nightmare. His heart was pounding in his throat as he dizzily tried to suck in his precious oxygen. "Hey! There he goes," yelled a scientist. Fear quickly overtook his mind as he tried to run away from the death trap he called the School. His small, bare feet were pounding against the cold, chemical-smelling white floor; sweat dripping off his young, feeble face. He just had to get out of there, before it's too late. He then heard a low growl come from directly behind him as he rushed towards to door. Just as he was a foot away from the exit, a furry claw grabbed his shoulder and pulled back. He turned around to quickly reveal the second person (or mutant) he hated the most in the whole entire freaking world; Ari. The young boy gave a small, yet strong, sidekick to the beast, who fell, completely oblivious that such a young boy had kicked him so hard. Out of instinct wolf-hybrid bit the experiment, who barely let out a whimper. He yanked his arm back and still felt something penetrating his flesh. It was a single fang from the mouth of Ari. He turned around and rushed out of the hellhole as quickly as he possibly could. He ran across the fresh, green grass and unfurled his midnight black wings. He ran a little further and jumped, flapping down hard. He never flew before, but was pretty good for his first time. He flapped again as his wings effortlessly lifted him up, higher and higher away from his horrible life. He laughed for the first time as the enjoyment of flying took him under its wing (get it?). Oh, how he dreamt of flying, but never knew it could feel so great, so…free! He did a couple of flips and flew as fast as he could forward. He then thought about how much fun it would be to have someone else flying with him right now. They would laugh, escaping their worries, enjoying the freedom of flight; together. But, alas, he could not do that to another soul, or else they would have to suffer the consequences having wings came with and questions and fear always in your mind. He never thought that anyone could go through anything worse than what he went through. He then approached a small town and decided to land in a tree. Once he settled upon the branch, he quickly jumped down. He was in a white T-shirt and hospital pants (which looked like pajama pants) and quickly walked down the sidewalk, where he bumped into another kid. He was tall for his age with strawberry blond hair and pale blue eyes. He reached his hand out and stated, "Hi! My name's Iggy! Wanna come play?" The young escapee hesitantly nodded and followed in quick pursuit. Looks like he could get used to this…