I'm sorry my divergent lovers but I've been busy with school and other things too. Anyway to apologize I'm putting up two chapters of something I wrote a while back. I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: All credit to James Patterson I own nothing but my own character!

I scream as I get shoved into a small cell and prodded by needles or what felt like needles I think my muscles are sore. The people who shoved me in are scientists studying my abnormality, I am stronger than an average person, I can run faster, a superhuman if you must. What they really want to know is why I was born with wings, and the reason I know is because I can read minds. Yes, I am a superhuman freak. But I'm not the only one like me, I am in place called the School, a place where they CREATE freaks like me, only they DIDN'T create me. So I am isolated from the rest, in a small room with a door with a sliding window that only mouse could fit through, security cameras monitoring my movements and the experiments they place upon me. There are two groups that stand out to me, the other winged kids and the Erasers, the Erasers are part human, part wolf, and all predator they were created to hunt and kill. I am even more special, I am a hybrid of both, I can shift to the Eraser's form and I was born with wings. What they don't understand is my immunity to anything they inject me with, I am Silver Sun welcome to my worst dream of your life.

I wake up in the hard metal bed with straw for a mattress, and a purple blanket over top of me. There is a few minutes until they turn on the cameras again. I quickly check myself in the shattered mirror shards. My deep blonde hair, and by deep I mean almost golden in the light, it's a mottled mess, brushed it hits the small of my back, I stretch my wings as far as I can, with a fifteen foot wingspan not a place in the School is big enough for them. I look at them they look a lot like another bird kid's. But she escaped with a white coat named Jeb Batchelder and a few others a while ago, her wings were white with brown spots, smaller than mine and mine have a golden hue and my spots are darker. I look to my face and somehow I have a tan even though I've been in a confinement for most of my life. My eyes have somewhat long lashes and my left is a golden hazel, and the other bright glowing silver it looks hypnotic if you look at it for too long. If I ever get out of here I'm covering it with a black eyepatch-like piece of cloth. I snap my wings shut and dress myself up in the attire they gave me, white shirt, with my name on it, and khaki pants, I don't put on my shoes I've never needed them. I wince as light floods in from the door. It's not time for my experiments yet, why is Getty here? The old white coat says nothing as he grabs my arm and pulls me out the door, I don't struggle as I know where he is taking me. The Eraser training ground, it's outside of this place and if I jumped and flew I'd be free. I look at Getty's balding white hair as we walk. He opens the big doors and air overwhelms me, Getty shuffles through one of his pockets and pulls out a black cloth. He yanks me down and puts it over my eye.

"Go find the others, nine hours east, house shaped like a sideways E, middle of the woods, on a cliff. Don't talk. Hurry, escape this place and never return." Getty shoves me into a run and I unfurl my wings then jump and soar watching the ground and Getty become a speck unless I focus on him. I'm finally free I swoop and bank to the east and fly to where I think I was supposed to go.

No break in between and I probably should've. My stomach growls loudly and I look for a place to eat, I land in an alley behind a restaurant. I look around then looked through the dumpster. An uneaten pie, a wrapped burger, and that isn't enough to sustain me for four more hours of flying says my internal clock and the one in the street. I use many calories so I have to eat a lot. Although it's never enough.

I jump up from where I am and continue my route, I don't even know where they are but I will keep trying even if it kills me, which it might. I finally see the house in the distance I turn around and fly to the nearest town, dumpster diving what is salvageable for the next day.

I swing back around from the skies to the house again and land in a clearing just big enough for my wings to fit. Moss lay about giving me a cushion for sleep, my clothes and cloth have already been covered in dirt, and sweat. I sigh and shut my eyes the last image of Getty swimming in the back of my mind.

I hope you liked the first chapter! If you didn't please tell me why, if you have any suggestions or issues please PM me or review. ~ Unbalancedchapterwriter