Here's chapter 2. Enjoy! ~Yvey

Chapter 2: Becoming Skylar

3 Weeks Later:

I've been here for quite awhile now. Well, from what I've heard this place is called 'The School'. A facility in the middle of nowhere.

All I see everyday is the stupid desert that stretches out passed the gates in the courtyard. But I do have one haven. The sky.

It's so open and free just like how I want to be. So I decided to name myself Sky short for... Skylar? That name seems familiar.

I saw myself once when I passed by a window. It was dim but could still see my reflection. My eyes were a piercing blue and my head had long blackish hair. I was standing slightly tall and my skin had a tan-ish tone. I stared in awe at myself, touching my face like I was a whole different person.

Is this how I really look like?

Everyday experiments come and go into my little dark abyss. I've seen some die right next to me. I cry for them because they were only children and they could've lived. But no! These manipulative geeks that work here don't seem to give a crap. They're so lucky I haven't tried to kill them yet.

Every time I ask a scientist why I can't remember anything or what I'm doing here, they just ignore me. Once, I got slapped in the face because, "I ask too many questions." I almost had my hands around that guy's neck in a second but, then I remembered that the punishment would be ten times worse. I didn't need that.

Ever since I got here it's been torture. But I've gotten stronger, smarter, and faster. If it weren't for those operations they've done to me, I wouldn't have survived. I guess I'm use to that stuff now, then. The needles, operations, and horrible meds. Bandages, stitches, tests, and fights. Especially the fights.

The ones in the open courtyard with those robotically engineered flying guys or some weird wolf hybrid. Sometimes other experiments.

I fight someone everyday even though I never want to.

I get out of control randomly, though. One time I killed on experiment through a hazing rage. When it was over I stood there staring at the poor lifeless creature. It's childish eyes showed through its gruesome deformity at me begging me, "why?"

It was wrong and couldn't believe what I did. But I blame it all on those scum scientists. I was becoming evil and I didn't want to.

I've beaten so many robot-flying guys so fast that the scientists have suspended me from tests until they make better ones.

So now I'm stuck in my stupid cell again, wondering what will come next.

I sat in a corner with my arms wrapped around my legs. I placed my chin on my knees trying to forget the pain coming from my back. Its been burning more and more for a couple of hours now. I fear I might grow something hideous like extra arms or a pair of eyes there.

Dozing off to sleep I felt a weird tingling on my back. I ignored it as I had previously done but it started to increase. Then, out of nowhere, I heard my own flesh ripping. I was freaking out. Not just for the fact that legs were probably growing on my back but, I couldn't feel any pain, just the burning.

Curiously I stretched my hand behind me to touch the area that had ripped open. There was something strange poking out.

Trying to get a better feel of what it might be, I tried stretching my arm further down. This caused my back to ark and to my mistake a shot of intense agony pierced my back.

A small shriek escaped my lips that slightly echoed in the room.

What just happened?

The burning and the pain began to subside, thankfully, but knowing something was there I didn't sit back. Shifting around to sit more 'comfortably' I heard a slight rustling noise.

Now, being that this room is terrible dark I couldn't see a thing, so I reach out my hand again to feel what new limbs I accrued.

To my surprise I felt something soft like down on an awkward limb. Raking my hand through it I tried to remember something. What were these soft things called?

"Oh, they're feathers," speaking to the silent walls like crazy person. Then i realized what i had just said. Feathers.

I jumped up in shock at the new coming thought. As I did the feathers made another giant rustling noise. The realization then dawned on me.

If I had feathers on awkward limbs then...

"I have wings!"