Okay. Funny story. I'm new to this website (technically). So I didn't know how to update stories. BUT NOW I DO! Tonight should be made the national 'YOUFOUNDOUTTHEOBVIOUS' holiday. People need to celebrate epic fails.
So yeah. Moving on. I'll probably update everyday. Or every other day. Or something like that.
Disclaimer: Maximum Ride I do not own. (Yoda Impression) I'm not taking credit for it. James Patterson deserves the credit. Disclaimer: Other people have stories like this I didn't know that before I started this story. I didn't rip off anybody's story.
ENJOY! Or don't! Whatever! Mixed emotions! I'm okay with that.
Inhale. Exhale.
My body has to breathe. I wasn't mixed with a Common Loon, or any other water fowl that can hold its breath for like an hour. I need to breathe! Let's assess my physical condition in one word shall we. CRAP. They haven't woken me up in I don't know how long. But my body feels drastically stronger, longer, and leaner. Not to mention my wings which seem to have trippled in size and power. It's been a while. I hear a loud bang. My eyelids are yanked open harshly by fat fingers with rubber gloves on and a blinding light flashes in my eyes. I was stunned for a moment, blinking as my eyes adjusted. The difficulty to breathe, starvation, dehidration, tiredness, and muscle weakness wasn't enough they had to tick me off to a farther level. I stood up to look around the room and scan my options. I'll take any chance I get.
I saw surgical tools, a glass door and even in my weakened condition I can still probably paralyze anyone or any creation that gets in my way.
The slurred voice of the Whitecoat began yelling for help. The doors lock from the outside so they can lock me in from escaping. He's stuck in here with me now. It feels good to be the one making someone cower in fear. Not even being at the Earth's core right now would stop me from escaping this or any place. I haven't been awake for probably 3 years. I'm not going into another drug (AN:medicine not street drugs) induced coma without my say in it. I wondered how to get rid of this guy. Does anybody know if you can dislocate someone head without completly decapitating them? That'd be real creative.
He scurried under the surgery bed. I was... laying on that. Wasn't I? Note to self: check body for surgery scars ASAP. I grabbed the rim and jumped up still holding onto the rim, my weight brought me under the surgery bed, I kicked him square in the face with all the force I could muster. He I felt and heard his cheek bone crack. I smiled maliciously. I picked up some weird surgical knife thing that was really more of a saw, and stabbed him in the theigh, twisting the dagger.
I left him howling in pain. He wouldn't die unfortunatly. If I killed him. The School would catch me in a day's time and kill me too. If I just injured him. They might just let me be.
I strided over to the glass door and kicked it, some fine shards pierced my foot. I winced,
It's not life threatening, Katelynn. Ignore the pain! I ordered myself as I began to run, to wherever hope and luck might take me.
There were five WhiteCoats sitting at a small round table drinking coffee. All of them screamed and took action immediately, I never stopped running. Three of them ran through the shattered glass door I had just destroyed to check on the screaming man. I wonder how they didn't see me kicking this guy's butt through the SEE THROUGH glass door. I guess they had too much coffee. One of them pulled the red emergency switch. The final one grabbed a fully loaded tranquilizer. I ran faster, as fast as I in-humanly can. One dart of that and I have no chance, they'll increase security precautions and I'll never escape.
I rounded a corner because it looked moderatly safe. I heard people shouting "Chase it!"
It? What they don't have time to say Experiment #34426804729531000004? I wonder why? hint hint that was sarcasm.
The hallway seemed to go on forever. It was endless torture for my useless, decimated body. You don't think it's that bad, YOU TRY NOT MOVING FOR 3 YEARS AND THEN RUN FOR A MILE!
No we don't get a happy ending here. The dark hallway just kept going. Until I reached a happy non-ending. AKA a door, beautiful sunlight streamed in. Bright green grass, blue flowers, blue sky, fluffy clouds. I have died and gone to Heaven!
I opened the door, ripping it off of its hinges in the process and snapped out my wings heading for the sky. It was easier than running.
I'll go to New York City. I'll blend in there with all of the people. I'll be able to eat and rest and -
I sure hope New Yorkers accept ragged teenage girls in bloody hospital gowns...
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