I'm writing this while watching the NASCAR race, listening to Viva la Vida and ELO at the same time and playing Mario Kart on the DS and Wii. Don't be surprised if this is bad.

Chapter II: Follow the Rules

I started to wake up slowly, feeling wind in my face, and something holding me by my waist.

I opened my eyes a slit and looked around. The army of Flyboys was still flying above the clouds, but this time each Flyboy had a hybrid in its arms.

A few other Flyboys were skimming the cloud line, occasionally dipping down and coming back up. But eventually, they all stayed down for about ten minutes and each came with a hybrid, then joining the group.

Minutes later, I saw the clouds come closer. Ither the clouds were rising, or we were falling, falling to the School.

I guessed right, because when we passed below the clouds, I could see the School and all its glory.

Well, not glory, more like the glow of evil of all the tortured experiments.

The landing wasn't smooth; it was like parachuting on a big bag of rocks from 100 feet.

We all landed in a big line, holding each of us firmly by the shoulders. Then someone walked out the door.

She was a teenager. She looked about nineteen, wearing a leather jacket and pants.

She looked up and down the row, then said, "Everyone, this is the School. Some of you might have been created elsewhere, but you're here now. When we get inside, most of you will have cages. Others, however, will get a small maximum security room due to a history of escaping. During tests, you will follow the testing rules or you will submit to one of three punishments depending on the 'crime'. One, a monkey cage. Two, a freeze chamber. Or three, a whip." At the last comment she reached into her jacket and took out a coiled whip with a small knife blade at the end.

She then snapped her fingers and pointed to the door and walked in, the Flyboys following.

Inside, it was way better than the last times I was trapped in there. First, it was warm. Second, with a little speech skill, I could build up an army of hybrids.

I was taken to the heart of the School. The direct center of the School, in the basement, in a small, dark room made of steel with no windows or furniture that was coated in smooth concrete. I was stuck in a steel box, laminated with concrete that made it look like there was no door

Five hours later.

I was beginning to go insane.

Five hours in a locked box with nothing to do and nobody to talk to really gets to you.

Then the invisible door opened, letting light flood in and nearly blind me.

Someone walked in, but I couldn't see who it was. "Testing starts in five minutes." He threw something at me, and I caught it. "Drink this, it'll help you last longer."

I could barely see what he threw at me, but eventually my eyes re-adjusted to the darkness and I could see it was a bottle with 'five hour energy' written on it.

Whatever it was, I trusted the label, driven by insanity.

When the lid came off, it smelled a little like floor cleaner mixed in with a little Febreze.

I took a little sip, and it tasted better than it smelled. I excitedly drank the rest of it as fast as possible, dissapointed at how fast it was gone.

I immediately started to feel a little jittery, which grew to jumping up and down and being completely hyper.

The door opened again, revealing a Flyboy. "Testing has begun."

"Great, great, I'm ready, lets go, hurry up!"

Something very, very heavy was taped to my ankles and I was brought to a testing room.

Inside the room was a wide treadmil, a heart monitor, and a small table occupied by a whitecoat. "Ready to run?" the whitecoar asked.

He didn't wait for a response and the Flyboy handcuffed me to the handrail, set it to ten miles per hour, and put on the heart monitor.

The treadmil started speeding up fast, forcing me to go with it.

Fourty-nine hours later.

Ok, ten miles per hour wasn't that fast. With the energy drink, it felt like even less.

The first couple hours after the drink wore off weren't too bad, but eventually I became more and more fatigued, but I kept pressing on.

As the hours passed, it grew worse and worse. Right now, it was torture. Not the torture from before but a new torture.

First, I was thirsty. Second, my blood was pumping too fast. And third, well I didn't have a third yet but I knew it was coming up.

Then I felt the treadmil stop, finally. When it fully came to a stop, I collapsed on the treadmil and saw the whitecoat come over.

I braced myself for a needle or something like that. But instead he took off the monitor, unlocked my wrists and gave me a bottle of water.

"Take her back," he told the Flyboy.

The Flyboy started towards the elevator, but then stopped and started heading to the courtyard.

Through the glass doors I could see a mass of Flyboys holding hybrids ten maybe fifteen times bigger than when I arrived. But in front of the mass, there was one girl chained to the side of a small brick building.

She had a slender build, white wings, maybe about 14, and blonde. Or at least I thought, because I couldn't see her very well from the distance I was being held.

Then the lady in leather came out from the building, and reached into her jacket. What her hand emerged with was, you guessed it, the whip.

She unrolled it, holding it up threateningly, and said, "This is what happens when you don't obey."

I looked away just in time to miss the crack of the whip followed by a sickening scream.