Hi guys! Another congratz to the winners of my create a character. Just to make this clears. I do NOT own any of the oc's submitted in my create a character. I only own the ones I've created which is none so far :)

Disclaimer: I DO NOT own any of the oc's submitted in my create a character(though I'd say it again! hehe)

Chapter 1: The beginning

Lenay's POV (Its will mostly be from her POV but i'll use others every once in awhile)

"Stand up!" A voice echoed in my ear, making my already aching head burn with unimaginable pain. I was woozy and disoriented from all the needles. I was almost unconscious from exhaustion. My throat felt like they lit it on fire then dipped it in a fresh vat of extra hot lava.

"I said stand up!" a slight tingle in my left leg made me flinch. I've gotten so use to the shocks, that I barely felt them anymore.

I forced myself to my knees, the room spinning. "Now" a whitecoat smiled. "Get to your feet and run" I nodded and got shakily to my feet. I wasn't sure if I was running or not. My legs felt like jello, my body felt completely numb.

"Thats enough" A woman commanded. I breathed in and dropped. Maybe, hopefully my body would just shut down. I wouldn't be able to feel anymore pain. I could go live in the skies. Maybe, I could lay on a cloud with all the other passed away mutants and eat candy while watching the world.

Only in my dreams.

"Your over working her" the woman said sternly "If you want to continue experiments, you can't almost kill her everyday. No more experiments, none. Not one more today."

I would have thanked her but my voice didn't feel like speaking. I couldn't blame it. The woman scooped me up and began to carry me away.

Im not like most mutants. Im short. Im maybe 5'2 or 5'3. Who even knows. I don't. My wingspan is also small. Pure, snow white dove wings about 10ft from tip to tip.

I've also never flown. My wings have never touched the free air. Never carried me through the ever ending sky. They've always been mashed against my back. I don't even think they've ever been opened.

"Get some rest ok?" I forced my eyes open as a pretty brunette re-secured the lock on my cage. I lurched forward, gripping the side of the cage. I pressed my face against the bars and watched as she walked away.

No I thought Come back and save me from the hell hole. Please!

I fell back against the back of the crate and buried my face in my arms. Im not much of a crier. I can't remember the last time I cried. There was a slight shuffle next to me and I jumped.

"Are you alright?" came a soft, husky voice. I managed to pry open my lids again and stare into the dark crate beside me. The kid had light brown hair with eyes so dark I thought I was imagining it.

"Im perfectly fine" I muttered, tugging on my long matted curls.

"You don't look like it" He pressed his dirty face to the bars.

"Im just awful ok" I turned away. My arms tingled from all the toxins in them. I hadn't eaten in days. Have you even been so starving that you didn't feel hungry? I have.

"Here" Something clanked beside me, making me jump. I looked over at the floor of my cage where a piece of bread sat. I swallowed hard, my stomach growled.

"Thanks" I muttered picking it up. Im not sure how fast I downed it but im sure it was an amazing sight to see. I finished and wiped my runny nose.

"Im Killian by the way" He managed to squeeze a hand into the opening between our cages. I looked at it for a minute before realizing he wanted me to shake it.

"Lenay" It easily pushed an abnormally small hand through the bars and shook his. He gave me a snide smile before leaning back in his cage.

"How old are you?" I asked, shifting to be more comfortable. Actually, I don't think you can ever be comfortable in a teeny tiny cage like mine.

"Im fourteen" He muttered, picking at the bruises and cuts along his arm. "Never ever seen the outside world. I've been here basically as long as I can remember."

My heart sorta fell "Im only 12" I squeaked. "But im way to different"

"How so?" He asked.

"Im short, im small, im just different. I don't need a lot of food and well I don't know. I've never been in the outside world either."

I just pictured smiling people waving hi and I strolled down the street. Sitting down with a real family at a real house and eating real food for dinner. It gave me a longing ache deep inside my heart.

"Thats amazing" He grinned. "I mean the different part"

"Really?" I got to my knees, careful not to hit my head on the roof of my crate.

"Yeah, really. I've only seen a couple bird kids in my life round here and they've all been really tall with giant wings. Its so cool how your different. Im ginormous." He laughed "Im around 5'11 and still growing"

"Wow" I whispered. "I've never, ever met another birdkid. How you ever flown?"

"Oh yeah" He gave me a sweet side smile "Its the best feeling that will ever run through your body. But I only got a small glimpse of it while being tested on how fast I was" He looked down at his bare toes and frowned.

Just then, then door opened and every mutant in the room froze. Everyone knew someone was going to be tested. Killian let a small sigh of relief when the whitecoat passed our cages. He went all the way to the back and tossed a large cage onto the cart he was pushing. On his way out, he tossed mine and Killian's cage onto the cart too.

"Hows that for luck?" He asked, fear crossing his eyes. More like a coincidence then luck.

"Hi little birdies" An Eraser poked his finger into my crate. I pressed myself up against the back of my cage. Never, ever did I want to get near one of those things.

"Aw" another cooed "Is this little girl scared? Pull her out"

No!

Before I could react a large hairy arm shot into my cage and yanked me out by my ankle. He tossed me onto the tile floor then laughed. "Not much of a fighter are ya?"

"Not one for a razor are ya?" I snapped, struggling to my feet. The Eraser frowned, pushing me back down as I got to my knees. My head conked the floor with a sickening knock.

"Run little girlie" the third Eraser told me. "Run before the big bad wolf gets ya"

I didn't need to be told twice. I bolted to my feet and down the hall, crashing into the door. I yanked on it, looking back to make sure I had a nice lead. I pulled and pulled until I looked down at a sign in big letters.

PUSH

I mentally slapped myself and pushed with all my might. The door slowly slide open and I hurried out, freezing the minute I stepped out. Open air, wide, open air. I felt like crying. I wiped my nose on the back of my hand and studied the night sky. It was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen in my life. Thats when something in my mind snapped.

RUN!

Killian's voice echoed in my head and I looked back. He slipped out the door followed by an extremely pretty blonde. Her hair was curly like mine but also matted. Her sky blue eyes searched my face.

"Run you dimwit!" She shouted.

I felt like choking. Where? Run where? I looked around as Killian jumped into the air, his large tan wings snapping out perfectly. The girl did the same only hers were a beautiful shades of bright red. green, and blue.

I ran after them, my short legs carrying me fast. I jumped into the air, expecting to sail back down and face plant. To my surprise, wind filled my face. I opened my eyes and looked sideways, a snow white wing carrying me higher and higher into the night sky.

I was flying. I was really flying. Thats when it kinda hit me. Luka. I was forgetting my little baby Luka. When I was 11, he sat next to me, the mere age of has sorta long, wavy pale brown hair. I made a promise to him I'd break him out. Im keeping that promise.

"Killian!" I called, stopping in midair. The brown haired boy looked back, his dark eyes watching me. "I need to go back!" I shouted.

"No!" he yelled sternly.

"Yes!" I spun around and shot back to the school. No way was I leaving him behind.

"Lenay!" Killian called. "3 people. Bring us 3 more birdkids"

I stopped and turned around. The blonde girl had tears in her eyes and Killian looked pretty darn close. I nodded. Like I said, I wasn't much of a crier. It takes a whole lot to make me cry.

Shall we count how many times that I've cried, not counting when I was a baby. Hmm, maybe around 5 in the 12 years I can remember.

"I'll meet you 20 miles north of here, don't forget" He gave me a slight nod before pushing down hard with his wings and soaring away. I waved as the blonde followed.

Here I go.

Hows chapter 1? R&R! I will try to update at least once a week or once every couple days. Me, im pretty fast at updating. Well, R&R!