I stared at my bloody claws wondering what I did. The alarms were blaring loudly which added to the din created by panicking White Coats. I heard faint clicks and looked below me, observing the small objects they called guns. I lifted myself higher and escaped up above the clouds. I breathed in the air.

"We made it Mimi," I whispered hovering above the clouds. "We're free."

I closed my eyes and remembered the words she said earlier.

.:Flashback:.

"There you go," Mimi said with a smile.

"Thanks," I murmured.

"Now, now," Mimi said tightening my scarf. "You have to be louder than that."

"Thanks." I said slightly louder.

She stepped back and smiled at me, observing her work. "As pretty as a doll, right Lulu?"

I looked down at my new outfit. I now wore black jeans and a smoky colored sweatshirt hanging loosely over a white tank top. She made me put on black running shoes and tied up my hair and finally threw on a cream-colored scarf.

"Look at that," Mimi gushed. "You're the prettiest thing here!"

I eyed the bandages covering my wrists covering the wounds created from the numerous needles the White Coats stuck in me. Mimi made a tsking sound and I looked back up.

"Look up here, dear," she said gently. "Don't worry about those silly things. Now, Lulu, one day we'll both be free. And you can touch the sky. It's beautiful and spacious- "

"Ms. Mimi, we need you in the fourth division," a young White coat stepped in and gestured to Mimi.

"Oh, of course," Mimi squeezed my shoulders. "I'll be right back dear. Just sit tight."

I nodded. I only spoke to her. No one else, and only when we were alone. Sometimes, the White Coats mistake me for being a mute but no, I can speak. When she left, I silently counted one minute before following her.
I wandered the School drifting from hallway to hallway, window to window. The School is my safe place. That's what I always thought. There was no place safer than this. And as long as Mimi's here, it'll be my home.

What I didn't count on was Mimi being gone.

As I walked down my third hallway, I stopped in front of the fifth window. Down below, Mimi was instructing the Erasers how hunt. They were newborns and didn't know a lot. I pouted and watched enviously as they got to be with my Mimi. I narrowed my eyes and waited impatiently so she could come back up and dress me up. It was fun. It was our time. No one else could interrupt us. A howl snapped me out of my thoughts.

My eyes widened in horror, taking in the sight below me. Suddenly all the Erasers were targeting Mimi. She turned and fled trying reach the door. And Eraser pounced on her fully morphed and all I saw was red. Colors blurred as I watched her die.

"Mimi." I pressed a hand to the cold glass. A few salty tears fell down my cheeks. "Mimi!" I choked a sob and started to pant. I slumped to my knees and covered my ears, shaking my head. This couldn't be happening. I lifted my head up and screamed.
Mimi couldn't be gone! She couldn't! NEVER!

I stopped screaming - when did I start? - after I heard glass shatter and it rained down on me. I felt a cool breeze ripple through my hair and my wings snapped out as if sensing it too. My black leathery wings shivered in excitement. I stood up and hurled myself through the open window. Out into the sky.

.:Flashback Ends:.

I felt something whiz by me. I blinked and realized I had been dropping slowly. As a few more whizzed past me, I shot up through the clouds again. But even then...how did I get all bloody? My once cream-colored scarf had been splattered red and my clothes were splashed in blood. I shook my hands free of the still dripping blood and touched my face.

It felt hot and sticky. When I pulled my hands away, my fingers were covered in more blood. I swallowed slowly and tried to wipe the blood off my face with my hands.

"Shoot her down!"

"We can't see her, sir!"

I jerked my head up and did a 360. But I was all alone up here. Then the voices...

"I don't care! Just shoot!"

They were from below!

I shook my head and zoomed off in a random direction. For now, I would just have to get away from here first.

•Abigail and Matthew•

I sighed and blew my blue-dyed bangs out of my eyes impatiently. So, here I was sitting in a dog crate waiting for my impending doom - or something like that - as I did everyday. Yeah, you might think it's strange for a fifteen-year-old girl to be sitting in a dog crate in a creepy lab filled with even creepier people. But around here, that was normal.

"Hey," I turned to see the ultimately good-looking god with his bright green eyes and shaggy brown hair - oops. I guess that's a bit too far. Well, the said god (AKA, Matthew) lived next to me in his dog crate. "Do you hear that?"

I tilted my head straining to hear whatever he was hearing. Shouting. I heard shouting and then the alarms went off, making me jolt and knock my head against the dog crate ceiling. Matt laughed and I glared at him, feeling the heat rush to my cheeks. Suddenly, the White Coats rushed in and started flipping on the lights. I squinted until my blue eyes adjusted and glanced at Matt.

"She's escaped!"

"She's never tried to before!"

"It doesn't matter! We have to catch her!"

Matt looked at me mouthing, 'Who?'

I shrugged back and watched the wild and whacky scientists freak out. If this happened everyday, I don't think it'd be half-bad to stay here. Of course, only if Matt was here to watch too.

.:Five Years Ago:.

My snowy owl wings rustled restlessly begging to be stretched. A blue feather - a science freak accident; they wanted to inject even more superman syrum into me but lo and behold, my eyes turned blue, the fringe of my hair turned blue and heck, even the edge of my wings turned blue! - was knocked loose when a dog crate was slammed against mine.

"Shut up! We don't care about what you have to say!" A White Coat yelled. Suddenly curious, I crawled to the edge of my dog crate and peered out the best I could. It was a boy, about my age with bright green eyes and messy brown hair. He caught me looking at him and smiled. I couldn't help but smile back.

"Hi, my name is Matthew you can call me Matt though." He said while sticking out his hand through the bars. I looked down at his hand and smiled taking it.

"Hi, my name is Abigail Grace Reed." I winked. "Call me Abby though."

"So how did you get sent here?" He said while sitting crossing his legs. I shuddered at the thought.

"My family was abusive." I said in a quiet voice. I didn't care about my 'family' as most of you would put it. "They hated me enough to sell me here." I said slightly angry. "What kind of family sells you for money? It's stupid! I don't even have a family! They're dead to me! DEAD!"

I didn't even realize I raised my voice and angry tears slid down my cheeks. I wiped them away with the back of my hand and sniffled. He gave me a pitiful look. I took a few deep breaths before I spoke, not trusting my voice.

"How did you end up here?"

"My parents didn't abuse me. They did worse." He chuckled darkly. "They acted like I didn't exist. I was normally ignored by people before I was then captured by the school, I don't remember anything else." He looked back at me and put a small smile on his face. "And honestly, with you here, I think I'll be alright."

I smiled. "Me too."

.:Present:.

I watched as a small White Coat backed up into my cage, trying to squeeze past the crowd of confused scientists. Now, you don't get this chance everyday. I swiped the keys hanging from her lab coat and quickly unlocked my cage.

Matt's hands were already outside his cage to catch the keys as I tossed it to him. Without waiting another moment, we both slammed the doors open and shoved aside everyone. I kicked a White Coat I the chest as he got in my way and sprinted out the door with Mat not to far behind.

"Catch them you idiots!"

I couldn't help bit let out a squeal of glee. And then slip on some glass running smack into some mean looking people holding a gun -

"Directed to my chest, really?" I snorted and kicked him in the head before swiping his gun - and borrowing a line from Scarface - "Say hello to my leetle friend!"
As I shot at them - tranquilizer darts, nothing dangerous...I think. - I dropped the gun when I ran out of rounds. Matt tugged me out of the window and into the open sky. We both nodded at each other before shooting straight up into the clouds. We both laughed and stopped when we felt like we got far enough away.

"Scarface, really?" Matt said cocking an eyebrow at me.

"Just for fun!" I shouted back. A shadow crossed overhead and I blinked, waiting for a blow.

Instead, a girl with dark hair and blue - or was it black? - wings appeared in front of me. We - as in Mat and I - gawked at her wings.

"Dude, that's awesome," Mat finally said. He flew to her and she whipped around revealing her clawed hands and a look that would rival Bloody Mary. He put his hands up. "Whoa bro, calm down. I'm just saying your wings are awesome."

She narrowed her eyes

"Hi, my name is Abigail." She turned around. She looked down and gingerly shook my hand as if it'd explode.

"Lulu." I blinked at her whispery voice.

"And I'm Matthew," he said to no one in particular.

"Let's go!"

[A/N] I had fully written this one anyway so...haha, it really is mine. I have been known my notoriously long author notes which you can ignore. Anyway, I have adopted 'Rush' and it is now completely under my wings (LOL, pun intended)!

Lulu is my character. The profiles of the whole cast will be published as a chapter as soon as I have enough entries and they've all been identified in the story.

I still have 1-2 open female spots if there are still some wanting to submit! (There is a slight acception to ONE male) PM me for application!