((Authors note: This takes place during 'The Angel Experiment'))
Prologue – Memory is a funny thing
I 'm 436 days old. At least that's what I know.
The whitecoats say I'm 14 but hey, how would I know? I wasn't the one messing with science. One day you wake up, you remember years of pain and suffering and then the next, wham! You forget your life. Not that I've had much of a life. In case you haven't realised yet, I'm not your average teenager either.
I live in a place called the School, have done for my whole 14 years, apparently. I sleep in a dog cage because to the whitecoats, I'm just another experiment.
Subject 56 to be exact. They created me to run their 'important' experiments and make their 'precious' notes. And they treat me like an animal, partly because I am part animal. That's right, I'm a human-bird hybrid with a thirteen-foot wingspan fading from black shoulders to grey tips. That and raptor senses, plus other gifts.
But the whitecoats don't care, because they own me. They electrocute me, burn me, inject me with god only knows what and they even operate on me occasionally. I try to fight back but against erasers, I've got no chance. Erasers, by the way, are human-lupine experiments. Part wolf, part man, all evil. They're the guards, and the executioners and none are as bad as Ari. He was some whitecoat's son, who got turned into a 'super-eraser,' so he leads the pack. He loathes me, despises me with a passion, for what reason I have no idea.
Now, I know that already your thinking "Wait, this story sounds familiar..." Well it should do. My story links to that of another, and probably more than just her's too. We share a path, one that we both took in our stride.
But at the start of my story, I'm just a lab rat in the School. This is my existence, and I guess I'll die here one day. At least that's what I thought, until one fateful day...