Prologue:
I awoke to the distant beeping of a monitor. From inside my dog crate, I could hear faint footsteps approaching. Today was going to be another day full of endless testing and training. I hated being stuck here in the School. Here, everything smelled like antiseptic and was painted white. I was created here, in a test tube, and I was genetically altered; I have avian D.N.A. grafted into mine. As you probably could have guessed, that means I have wings. I also have lightweight bones and superhuman strength. Even with all of that, the tests I have to go through here are still grueling and exhausting. That just goes to show you how horrible they really are.
The footsteps grew closer until I could tell they were parked right outside my door. Soon, I could hear keys jingling and the door to the lab I was in creaked open.
"Ready for your tests today, Andy?" some random scientist assigned to torture me for the day asked as he unlocked my dog crate. And, when I say dog crate, I mean literally a plastic crate designed for hauling around canines. Sounds like lots of fun, huh?
Chapter one:
To start off my wonderful day, I had syringes of different sizes containing liquids of various colors injected into my arms. Boy, did they hurt! Usually, tests like this one come one after the other, nonstop, all day, but today, there was either a shortage in scientists or maybe I had just gotten lucky, but after the shots, the scientist guy went to get supplies for another test; leaving me on my own for a few minutes. I decided to take advantage of my freedom while I could. I slowly and cautiously stepped over to the other side of the room to where the scientists' tools were kept. I looked through some scalpels and stethoscopes and stopped when I saw a pair of scissors. I took them, walked over to a mirror on the wall, and gave my bangs a much-needed trim. Then I took a rubber band off of a table and put my long, brown hair, into a ponytail. On my way back to the examining chair I was sitting in before, I saw that there was a window about two feet squared, up near the top of the fifteen feet high walls. The window was almost wide open. This was my chance! If I could get up to that slightly opened window, I would be free forever!
The only problem was, I could fly up and out, my twelve foot wingspan was too big for the window. I would have to find another way. I flew up to the window to check out my options and immediately noticed a very tall filing cabinet right next to it.
I landed on the top of the cabinet and folded my wings in tightly against my back. I scanned the room one last time and then squeezed out the window, flapping out my wings right before hitting the ground. Then, I flew straight away, heading East.
Right when I flew over a barbed wire fence, which was actually about ten feet outside of the third story room I had jumped from, I saw I was directly above an Eraser training camp. They really looked horrible with their yellow eyes, furry bodies, and large build. They honestly looked like fuzzy boulders with arms and legs. Some of the newer ones had wings, too, like me. Luckily, none of them looked up and saw me, or I would have been dinner.
A little black dog, I think his name was Total, was in a crate next to me a few weeks back and told me stories about this group of bird kids, like me, that he met that fought Erasers and lived together, away from the School. He described what they looked like to me and told me to say "hi" from him if I ever ran into them. He also said something about them having a semi-permanent house in Colorado.