A/N: This is my first story and I'm still figuring out how to use the site. I will try to update the story when possible. Bare with me and don't forget to review!
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Maximum Ride. James Patterson had the genious idea before I did. Eh well, at least the character Ryan is mine.
"Experiment 23's vitals remain steady." A man wearing a white lab coat reported as he injected a syringe into my left forearm. Experiment 23, that's me. No, that's not my name in case you're wondering. My name is Ryan and I'm an experiment, teenager, and also a mutant freak. I'll bet you're wondering why I chose to describe myself as a mutant freak, aren't you? Well, you see, I'm not fully human. I'm 98% human, to tell you the truth. What about that other 2%? It's some sort of hawk's DNA, I think.
I'm at this building called the School. The men in lab coats run tests on me constantly, showing cruelty in their actions and thoughts. I learned early on that I had some sort of power. I can read minds, which is useful for mazes and stuff like that. The lab coat guys, whom I call whitecoats, don't seem to realize that I can read their minds though. They'd probably put tinfoil hats on. Huh…I wonder if that would even work?
The whitecoat holding the syringe stared at me, probably waiting to see if I sprout antelope horns from my nose or something. I stared back at him, annoyed. He knelt down to eye level with me and began to speak.
"How do you feel? Do you feel ill, healthy, happy, or sad? Tell me." The whitecoat said. Now that he mentioned it, I did feel sort of queasy. I sat as straight as anyone could in a dog crate and looked at the whitecoat.
"Oh yes, I feel super happy because I'm locked in a dog crate, being experimented on." I snarled. The whitecoat wrote something on his clipboard. Experiment 23 shows signs of irritability. It may be a side effect. I glowered at him but finally relented and gave him the information he desired.
"Yeah, I feel sick." I admitted. The whitecoat looked at me. "Do you understand or must I elaborate further? My stomach is churning. Is that enough information for you?" I snapped as I clenched and unclenched my fists. The whitecoat immediately recorded the results.
"You must rest now. You're going into the Yard this afternoon." The whitecoat said with a faint gleam of craziness in his eyes. He slammed the door of my dog crate shut and locked it before leaving the room. I looked over at the experiment next to me. She gave a hesitant smile.
"You get to go to the Yard? That's the only place to escape from." She said, eyeing my wings. "You probably could escape with your wings." I looked at her in surprise. This experiment was smart, too smart to be stuck in a crate. Unfortunately, judging by the frailty of her and the way she was hooked up to monitors, she wouldn't survive very long.