Here I am with chapter 2. If you people want anything to happen in the story (including Ocs) please either message me or review this delightful story.
Disclaimer: I don't own Maximum Ride. Apparently it belongs to a human name *squints at screen* James Patterson.
Lexi's POV
After Angel ate her meal, we had to get her back into her cage. "I'm sorry that you have to go back into the cage, Angel. They can't have you running around here." Ten minutes later, I was in front of my computer, surfing the net. It was so boring in here sometimes even with all the mutants. I winced at the memory of my favorite one: a human infused with wolf DNA. They were trying to create a better version of an Eraser but ended up with a human that want to kill. I shuddered at the sight of the room when I had first saw it.
The walls were stained from the blood. They had sent a group of Erasers but they all didn't even last fifteen minutes. Then they sent in me. I was freaking sure that I was dead. But then I tried to calm it down. It worked but not before I had a huge gash oh my left arm.
And that was the day where I discovered that I had the ability to heal wounds. Sadly he didn't stay for long. A few months before my father left, the human escaped. I didn't even know its name, I also felt bad for it. I mean it had been abused everyday ever since it got here. I sometimes still wonder if it was alright.
The computer beeped indicating that I had notifications from Facebook. I know there are you people out there wondering why a person like me from the School is using a social networking site like Facebook. FYI there isn't a social network for evil scientists. I only started to come to the School at the age of 11 which was last year.
Before that, I did have an ordinary life like have normal friends and go to a school not School. All that changed when my dad caught me taking an online college course. Schoolwork was too easy. I was a straight A student. After that my dad introduced me to the School. He said that I could work there like him as long as I don't tell anyone without permission from him or someone with a higher position than him.
"Dammit" I thought. I had gotten another request for a stupid Facebook game from one of my friends. I pulled up the message box and typed, "Stop freaking sending me request!" She replied," Sorry but it was the only way to get ur attention. Some people are coming over to ur place rite now. They're the winged children from the news; I received a tip-off from one of my members."
"kk thx" I typed back quickly. I hurried out of my room. What I didn't see was that after I left my room, another message popped up. "I got this info 5 days ago. IT MIGHT BE TOO LATE."