Chapter one
Disclaimer: The X-Men from X-Men Evolution are not, nor will ever be of my creation. No matter how much I cry about it. *sniff sniff* Also, I got some of the other ideas, i.e. the "evil science lab" from Maximum Ride. Oh yeah, and the wings. Again, I do not own.
My POV
All I can remember is...well, nothing. Absolutely nothing. OK, well, maybe I'm exaggerating a little bit. I remember a couple of things; my first name, my age, and that I was raised in a dog crate in an evil science lab. Oh, did I forget to mention something? Oh yeah, that tiny little fact. I have wings.
No, I am not kidding. Real, goodness to honest wings. (Or was it honest to goodness?) and I don't know what else those wackadoodle scientists programmed into me.
My name is Owl. No, my parents didn't name me. In fact, I doubt I have parents. I named myself, just recently. A week ago I escaped from that *Cough H-E- Double hockey sticks Cough* evil, evil place called a science lab where, presumably, they took my memories, tortured me and experimented on me. When I got out I had huge blue and green bruises, fading the day I escaped.(I guess I heal faster than normal humans, not that I've had much experience with normal humans.) The things that didn't fade were the scars...
I am flying to a place marked on a map I saw while escaping the science lab. Next to the map is the word 'X'. I don't know what it means, but I might as well figure it out. In my crate, I had heard the Whitecoats (my pet name for the guys in, yep, you guessed it, white freaking coats.) talking about the "rebel muties" called the X-Men. I really hope they are Nice-men, too (Hardy har har.) I am flying over New York, and heading for a place called Winchester. It should be here in a minute or so...
"Gosh, it's cold." I murmur to myself. When I escaped from the School I had nothing but a hospital gown and a white coat I stole on my way out. Fortunately, there was money in the pocket. I stopped at a secondhand store and got the necessities; a sweatshirt, jeans, a backpack, sneakers, etc. but they are no match for a cold September night 5,000 feet in the air with a 60 mph. wind blowing in your face. Still, flying is the best thing ever.
As I swoop down for a landing on a lush green lawn outside of a house that looks remarkably like a stone castle, complete with ivy growing on the walls, an alarm sounds. a bunch of weapons pop out at me. It seems that there were motion sensors or heat detectors hidden somewhere.
"Crap." I mutter.
Oh, this is gonna be fun...
*Author's note*
I made this one short, so if no one liked it I wouldn't waste time on a dead story. Please R and R! If I am to continue this story (it will have longer chapters in the future!) I need at least one review. Constructive criticism welcome!