I sat in my crate looking longingly at the door in front of me. Slowly it opened and in stepped a women with red frizzy hair. "Subject A-12," she called out my name. I grunted in response and she walked over to my crate. After it was unlatched, I painfully got out.

The lady grabbed my arms and led me into a hallway. She led me to the first door on the right and put a code into the keypad. I don't get why there were keypads. Who would want to break into this place?

I followed her into a sterile looking room. A long stainless steel counter ran along on edge, while a line of computers went around another. Smack in the center was a table with a bunch of straps and buckles. My heart dropped. Not this test again.

Other scientists were behind some plastic shield holding up pencils and clipboards. Just seeing the happiness on their faces made me sick. How can you be happy because of someone else's pain?

A male white-coat stepped out from behind the shield and helped the read-head strap me down. His touch was ginger, he didn't want it to hurt. Unlike the lady. She was making the buckles go as tight as they would go. I started choking because I couldn't breathe, the man instantly undid the buckles and made them looser.

The lady turned around and grabbed a pair of tweezers off the table. It troubled me that I couldn't see her, I was on my stomach. She poked me hard in the back, "wings," she said nastily. As if she was talking to a parasite

Slowly I worked my back muscles and undid my wings. They were so weak and frail from not being used. I hadn't been able to fly, it was a terrible burden. Having these stupid things and not being able to use them. I hated it.

Pluck! I winced. This isn't the test I was expecting… Why was she ripping out my feathers? RIP! I screamed as I felt the skin open as she ripped out the feather. I could feel the blood running down my back and dripping onto the floor.

The lady laughed. I turned my neck as far as it would go and saw a gaping hole in my grey wing. My largest and most important feather was gone. Wait…there was a tingling inside of me. The lady stepped back in surprise. I gasped.

Where the feather had gone, another was slowly sprouting back. The tingling left when it was fully regenerated. I could hear the scribbling of the pens on the paper. "Wow…" the man whispered.

The buckles were ripped off of me and I was yanked up by my hair. "Just one more test…" she whispered in my ear. She threw me into the arms of the man and put the table up right. Now it would be like standing.

I was buckled once again to the table, not knowing what was coming next. The lady turned around and grabbed something off the table. A saw. I started squirming, trying to get away. I looked over at the man but he just stood there staring. She took my outstretched arm and lifted her arm holding the saw. I closed my eyes as her arm went down. A searing pain spread through my body and I screamed. A dull thud sounded as my dead arm hit the sterile floor.

My body arched with the scream. My whole body was on fire. Then the tingling spread through like ice. I looked at my arm with tears in my eyes. Once again it was growing back. Slowly my new arm came back. As soon as it was back, I moved my fingers. Just like new.

I looked past the lady and to the people in the shield. They were all scribbling madly. Now as I looked at the floor, I noticed tiny droplets of blood. The lady was covered in it. So was i.

The man stepped forward. "Abigale, I have this. Go get decontaminated and tested. I can take our subject back to its cage." He undid the buckles and I fell forward and landed on my hands and knees. I re-grew my arm, but I didn't get all of my blood back.

He helped me up and I walked back to my cage. The room smelt terrible that we were being housed in. There were about 10 other mutants in the room.

In the cage on top of me was a boy mixed with a lizard. He had blue scales running up his arms and legs. His neck was covered in them. On his face was the after effect of years of testing. Thin little scars were all over his face. The scientists had fed him this chemical that caused his skin to split open, not the tough layer of scales.

Next to me was a girl mixed with a cat of some sort. She had a very thin layer of golden hair covering her entire body. On her face were whiskers and pointy ears sprouting out of her head. She also had a long tail. Her spine was curved in a way that allowed her to crouch down and run like a leopard, but when she wanted she could stand up and look human.

"You're so pale…what did they do to you?" asked the girl.

I looked down at my skin. It was as white as parchment. "Cut off my arm," I said with a very weak smile.

"But…"

"I grew it back. See?" I stuck my arm out of my crate and into hers, making sure not to let my skin touch the metal. It was pumped with electricity.

She touched it with a clawed hand. I smiled and pulled my arm back. This girl was older than me. Maybe 16, she had just gotten moved to this warehouse. I smiled at her then passed out.