I don't own Maximum Ride~ I own Dally, though! :D Enjoy

Hours after hours passed after I talked to Angel. Hours of me sitting in the cramped dog cage, not able to fall asleep. My eyes stared into space, my thoughts blank. Occasionally I would look over to Angel, who looked very sad, young and helpless. I felt even worse seeing her that way.

The place was deserted. No white coats lingered, and sometimes an Eraser would pass by and leave just as quickly as they came. I was guessing they were all asleep or something. I didn't care, just as long as they weren't torturing me – making me run through those awful mazes, taking my blood, putting me in the room – that room where there was four walls and a floor. I came in not knowing what I was doing in there, and came out confused, not knowing what happened. It all just turned up as a blank whenever I thought about it.

Emptiness filled my ears, and I was growing irritable. At every sound or shuffle of feet I would flinch. I felt on the urge of being insane – wanting to snap all the bars of the stupid cage in half, like twigs. Wanting to escape to the world outside, even if I didn't know how to survive or take care of myself. It was better than being in this dump.

Whenever I closed my eyes, I saw all those failed experiments – the one who were trying to breathe one last time, ones who deformities made it hard to look at, ones who were dripping at blood, surrounded by those scientists who could really care less.

It all became hard for me to take in. I took clumps of my tangled black hair and clutched in hard in my hands, close to crying.

"I know how you feel." Said Angel sadly, still looking at the bottom of her cage. I shook my head, not knowing what to say. "What's our name?" She said quietly, now turned to me, her hands clutched against the metal bars.

I suddenly felt rude for not introducing myself to her earlier, when she had been nice to me. "It's okay." Angel waved it off like it was no big deal. I turned to face her. "Dally." I managed to say, looking at her.

"That's a pretty name." She said. I shrugged, not knowing what to say. I named myself, when I was littler. Dally. Dally's my name. I would repeat to myself when I was only eight. I was 13 now, 13 and still stuck in this dump. Ugh.

"How long have you been in here?" I asked. I knew I had been here since I could remember- which was a long time ago.

She shrugged. "A week or so." I gasped. A week?! It takes longer for someone to have their DNA mixed with birds, right?! She shook her head. "No, no. It's not like that. I escaped." Her voice dropped down to a whisper. "They captured me, and brought me back."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing- a little kid escaping from the school? How is that possible? She surely would've gotten mauled by the Erasers…. Angel shook her head a laughed again. "A white coat helped us…. Escape." She looked pained, and then she looked angry.

"Wha-? We? A white coat rescued you? Who?!" I leaned forward, eager to hear. Angel's face twisted with pain, and she looked away. "There are five other like us… Their names are Max, Fang, Iggy, Nudge, and Gazzy..." She didn't say anything about the white coat, so I avoid bringing it up again.

"Wow… More like us. Unbelievable." I murmured, cupping my chin in my hand. Angel turned away from me now, her arms around her knees. I probably hit a nerve… I felt instantly guilty again.

After our little conversation, I leaned back against the cage my once blank mind now full of swirling thoughts. And, wouldn't you know it, I feel asleep nightmare free.

But the rest was rudely awakened when I opened my eyes to see one of the white coats that work with the maze came to take me there again. But, I did feel somewhat refreshed and slightly frightened and confused, trying to think of how hard the path was going to be today and if I could make it without getting my feet getting electrocuted off.

I was roughly pushed towards the beginning (the white coat wasn't very fond of me, long story) and I took off. I ran, taking off. I felt like I was flying – which I had never done. I had wings, but never used them. Never had the experience of flight.

Without thinking, I snapped them out, them roughly hitting the walls. Well, I thought I could maybe fly out of here, but my wingspan was big, and the walls were so small. I needed more common sense.

I let out a moan of pain when I heard something snap, and fell on the electrical wires. They shocked me, it coursing through my entire body, until I was knocked out unconscious, wondering if I would die or not….