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Me: What are you doing all the way in Switzerland Pooka?

Pooka: I've gone on a quest around the world to find out who wrote Maximum Ride!

Me: I could have told you that. It's James Patterson.

Pooka: Noooo *Runs away in shame*

I heard the eerie sound of the lab door swing open, and I shuffled silently to the back of my dog crate. I looked at the crate next door to see Kenan do the same. Not once in my ten years of being here have I ever done what they ordered without a fight, or at least a complaint.

I'd been a pretty fearless little kid, and I was still just as courageous now, even after all I've been through. The same goes for Kenan.

Through the bars of my nice and uncomfortable crate I saw a pair of legs, clad in work shoes and khakis approach. The person leaned down, revealing his crisp white coat. A pale man's face loomed in front of me. Nader. He was the scientist who had grafted our wings on us at age four.

You see, they already found that you could successfully combine DNA before the baby was fully formed and have it be successful. They changed our bodies after we were a few years old. To them, we were just experiments, nothing more. They treated us as if we were things without feelings or souls. But we were so much more.

Slowly, he opened my cage door. I glared at him, eyes narrowed.

"Come on, let's make this easy this time. Come on out." He looked at me expectantly.

Oh please. He had known me for ten years. You would think that by now, he would know me better than this.

"Bite me," I spat. I had developed quite an attitude in my years spent here.

Kenan smirked next to me. I knew he tried to pretend he was fine so it wouldn't upset me, but I knew he really wasn't in good shape right now. They had deprived him of food for almost a week, finally giving him something that barely qualified as a meal this morning.

"Have it your way," he replied, his eyes glinting with frustration behind his thick glasses. He took out some sort of contraption and aimed it at me. Before I could duck out of the way, I had a dart in my forehead. I ripped it out, but I was already feeling woozy. In a matter of seconds, the world was black.

I awakened from quite an unpleasant nap.

"Lyra?" I heard a faint whisper. I opened my eyes and…. Couldn't see a thing!

"Kenan what's happening?" I hissed. I hated not knowing what the heck was going on.

"It's okay," he whispered back. "You have a bandage on your eyes."

"Could you possibly elaborate?" I hated how he could be so vague sometimes.

"Well they did surgery on your eyes, I'm not sure what for, but I saw the whole thing," he explained.

If my eyes weren't covered, they would have widened, not from shock as this was typical, but from worry, I'm sure of it. "Do I… Are you sure I still have them?"

"Um… Well I'm pretty sure… Does it hurt?"

I paused, realizing that yeah, it did hurt. One thing I had learned was to take pain, and try to ignore it. "I feel like something is holding a knife to my eyes, and my head hurts too."

He didn't say anything, he was probably nodding. He didn't usually say much unless he had to. We were both terrified of the white coats, I was just better at hiding my fear.

"I'm taking this off." I reached for the stupid bandage.

"Kay."

I ripped off the thing; it was wrapped all the way around my head. My fingers flew to my face. Yeah, they were still there all right. I could feel cuts and stitches surrounding them.

I heard Kenan intake air sharply.

"Does it look bad?"

"It'll heal, once the stitches come out." He didn't answer my question, so yeah, I knew it looked pretty bad.

Slowly, I opened my eyes, and the images around me came into focus. I gasped. "No…. Oh no."

"What's wrong? Can you see?" Kenan whispered hurriedly.

"I can see," I said in a small voice. I swallowed back tears. How could they take this from me?

"Then what's wrong?" Kenan asked, becoming frustrated with me.

"The colors… They're just… gone," I said, my voice barely a whisper. "Everything's black and white."

Kenan's eyes widened in shock.

Kenan, who was pretty much the only person I saw everyday that actually mattered, I would never see him the same way again. I would never see his green eyes, or how his hair shined black-brown when it was bright.

If I ever got to see what I looked like again, I would never see my blonde hair, my brown eyes. Even if I escaped someday, I would never see the green leaves blanketing the trees in the summer, or the colors of blooming flowers in the spring.

It seemed as if the whole world had been taken from me.

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