A/N: Let's kick it up a notch! I love to kick it up a notch!
Oh Brian Holden…..you were so amazing in Starship. As was Dylan Saunders. Oh... Tootsie Noodles….he's from Farm-Planet. His cousin got eaten by a horse and he dated a stack of hay.
And Joe Walker TOTALLY did the Umbridge laugh when he was Commander Up. I HEARD IT WITH ME OWN EARS!
Lauren Lopez….she wanted to shoot up that metal bitch. I loved her accents.
And I also think it's impossible for Darren Criss to write a bad song. Those songs were so amazing! (Kick It Up a Notch was my fave. The original and the Reprise. LUPIN CAN SING!)
Enough of my talk of Starship. If you haven't seen it, watch it on Youtube.
Anyways….I want to thank my reviewers: nerdydorko, cloverclover2, HunterWindstalker, dunnoduh, Aledda, heal my bleeding heart, bethanycriss, Klainebows and Butterflies, Kurtsie, hi, Fangalicious08, Soul-Kit524, sparklyshimmer2010, liz, ChroniclesofNarniaGoTandSJA
You guys are awesome!
So far all the feedback I've been getting has been positive. So thanks :)
Yesterday I checked my email. It was flooded with messages of people faving and putting this on alerts. I thank you guys too!
This is my try at DRAAAAAMAAAA! Did I do good? I always add a little comic relief in everything, though.
Okay, BBC is playing in the background and all I hear are cockney accents that I can't understand. Whatever, Brits are awesome. I wish I had a British Accent…..*sigh*
So anyways….Here we go! New Chappie! :D
Ye Olde Disclaimer: Glee is not owned be me! Neither are the Maximum Ride concepts!
A Room of Solitude
Blaine's POV
"Wait!" I yelled at Dr. Sylvester, "Where are you taking me?"
"Oh...just a place where you can't interfere with progress." She sneered. She seriously did look like she wanted to eat my brains. No lie.
"Progress? Progress? This is torment! Locking human beings in cages? That is so cruel." I yelled at her with rage. What was wrong with these people here? Even my father….
"It doesn't count if they're not entirely human."
"It still isn't right." I then said, "Nobody deserves to be treated like that."
"I'm sorry." Dr. Sylvester said in a sarcastic tone, "Do you run things around here, Jigglypuff?"
"N-No..."
"Then shut your mouth." She yanked my arm. I heard it crack.
"Ow!" I yelled. I rubbed my arm. That lady was strong.
Dr. Sylvester then threw me into a white room. Surprisingly, my crash didn't hurt. It felt as if I had landed on soft pillows.
The walls and floor were like giant pillows.
"Is this an insane asylum?" I asked.
No answer.
I heard the door click. Locked. There were no windows. Remember how I said I don't do good with solitude? Well, I'm about to lose my mind.
Kurt's POV
"Mercedes," My voice was breaking. I couldn't stand to see my best friend in pain. "What did they do to you?"
"I-I don't really remember." She held her hand over her bruised arm. "All I remember is waking up in the white room. They were injecting me with various things. I screamed. They began to hit me. Telling me to shut up. They got the Erasers on me."
I hugged her. "It's...it's gonna be alright." Her tawny wings were stained with blood.
"I know it is, Boo." She whispered. She ran her fingers through my hair.
"We all just love you so much," I sniffled, "I hate it when they do this to you. I hate it when they do this to any of us."
I held Mercedes' right hand while Artie held her left.
"Ahh..." She hissed.
"What hurts?" I asked her, "Tell me where."
"M-My right wing." She sounded like she was in pain. "An Eraser jumped on me. He began to rip the feathers out."
I shuddered. That sounded very painful. And why Mercedes? Why must they do this to her?
"Lemme look at it." I crawled behind her and lifted up the back of her t-shirt. "Sweetie, could you unfurl it for me?"
Mercedes nodded. She slowly unfurled her golden wing. The image was grotesque. There were bloody scrapes and teeth marks everywhere. Random spots were pink. Feathers had definitely been ripped out.
"Oh Cedes." I hugged her. I felt horrible.
I then heard voices say, "It's paralyzed from the waist down."
Who had said that? I put one finger over my mouth. I tilted my head so I could see out of the crate. Standing there were two Whitecoats. Did they say paralyzed from the waist down? Were they talking about Artie?
"I know," The second one said. "But it still has a fully functioning penis!"
"So?"
"We could use it for reproduction purposes." One Whitecoat told the other.
"We have three males and only two females."
"Think of the genetic variation we could get! The spotted winged female seems to be fond of the dark winged male. We put them alone together in the mating quarters. Same for the other female and the paralyzed male! Then we take him out and put in the white winged male. Think of the possibilities!"
Mating? Were they talking about mating? They wanted both Artie and I to mate with Mercedes? Those sickos!
"But what will we have use of the paralyzed male after mating purposes?"
"Hmm...I forgot about that. We really won't have much use for him. The tawny winged female would probably be much better with the white winged male. He's more slim and agile. And they have been around each other longer."
"And since the silver winged male is paralyzed, we will have no use for him. The best option is to euthanize him. Tomorrow at dawn."
No. They can't! They just can't!
Artie had a blank stare on his face. "I'm going to die." He whispered.
"NO!" I screamed. Hot tears forming in my eyes.
The Whitecoats approached our cage.
"You monsters!" I shouted at them, "How dare you?"
"Excuse me?" The Whitecoat sounded offended, "Did you just speak to me, you filthy little Avian?"
I shook the crate. "You can't kill him!"
One Whitecoat reached his finger inside the crate. "He is a failure in this experiment."
Without thinking, I bit down hard on the Whitecoat's finger. I broke the skin. I could taste the metallic flavor of blood.
"Fuck!" He screamed in pain, "It bit me!" He quickly yanked his finger out of my mouth. "You little shit!"
"You disgusting Avian!" The other Whitecoat yelled. He swiped is ID and unlocked the cage. He forcefully pulled me out. "A few days of solitude might do you some good! No food!"
The Whitcoats dragged me away. What were they going to do to me? Why am I worrying about myself? Artie was going to die tomorrow. They were going to kill him. This might just be the last time I ever see him.
"Yahhhh!" I yelped with pain. I looked at my arm, the Whitecoats were injecting something into me.
The room started spinning. Everything went black.
My head. Ow... I flickered my eyes open. I was in a completely white room. Where was I?
I heard someone hyperventilating. I turned my head. In the corner of the room sat a boy with dark curls. He was rocking back and forth. It was the boy from before. He wore a strange garment that covered his arms and chest. It was blue. It had symbols on it that I couldn't understand. I can't read. His pants were blue too. What was he doing in the solitude room?
My wings were folded flat against my back. I didn't like it when people stared at my wings. They look at me like I don't have a soul.
My arm is bruised from the injection. Pain runs through me.
That Blaine Anderson spotted me. He let out a sigh of relief.
"I'm not alone." He whispered, "Thank God."
He started to approach me. I admit I was frightened. He was one of them. For all I know, he could be bringing me to the incinerator. Or suffocate me with noxious fumes. Maybe inject me with poison. Those were the usual ways of extermination.
I tried crawling backwards. I all of a sudden realized that my arms and legs were tied. I fell.
"Wha—What do you want?" I asked him.
"Are you alright?" Blaine Anderson asked me, "That scientist like threw you in here."
I tried wriggling my way out. I couldn't. They were electronic bracelets.
"Do you need help?"
I shook my head. I didn't want him near me. I didn't know him and I didn't trust him. He came closer.
I had a reflex. It always happened whenever I was frightened. My wings would snap out all the way. But they now wouldn't budge. Instead, an electric shock jolted through my body.
"Ahhhh!" I yelped with pain. I collapsed.
"Oh my God!" Blaine Anderson sounded worried, "Are you okay?" He rushed over to me. I couldn't move at all. That shock was painful.
"Nahhh..." I tried to speak. I meant to say "No!" but it came out more like this.
Blaine Anderson spotted the electric bracelets on my wings and limbs. It looked as if he was trying to pull the one off of my legs. Suddenly, he began to shake. He then collapsed onto the soft floor. He looked as if he had been shocked as well.
"Wasn't expecting that..." He painfully whispered.
I then managed to choke out, "Why the hell did you do that?" I didn't move a single muscle. I did not want that horrifying jolt of pain flowing through my body again.
"Because you were in pain." It hurt him to speak.
"Why would you care?"
He pushed himself off the floor and made his way over to me.
"Don't touch me!" I snapped, jerking my arm. A painful jolt of electricity flowed through. "YAHHH!"
"Stop struggling!" He told me. "If you stop struggling, you'll be okay."
I gave him an evil glare. "I'll never be okay..." I whispered.
"I have an idea!" He reached into the pocket of the white coat that hung on his arm. He pulled out an ID card.
What was he doing? He swiped the ID card over the bracelet around my ankles. It fell off, I was free from that. My reflexes took over. I kicked him in the face. Hard.
"OW!" He yelled, holding his jaw. "What the hell was that for? I'm trying to help you!"
"You were trying to inject me with some disease!" I yelled, "Weren't you?"
"Paranoid much?" He muttered under his breath.
I started struggling again. I couldn't take this bondage anymore.
"Stop struggling!" Blaine Anderson warned me, "You'll get shocked!"
Right on cue, an electric shock ran through my body. "GAHHHHH!" I shrieked with pain.
He rushed over to me. He swiped the card over my wrists and wings. They were free. My entire body burned.
"Are you alright?"
"Does it look like I'm alright!" I angrily yelled. I sat up.
"I told you not to struggle!"
I began to unfold my wings. I needed to see how bad the damage was. The wingspan was sixteen feet, almost staking up the entire room.
Blaine Anderson gasped. He looked as if he's never seen wings before.
I looked at the bottom contour feathers. They were charred and black. I ran my finger across them. A few fell off.
"My wings are charred!" I yelled with rage, "Look at the feathers! This is all your fault!"
"My fault? How is it my fault?"
"If you weren't trying to hurt me, I wouldn't of struggled!"
"I wasn't trying to hurt you! For the last freaking time!"
The room went silent. "What?" I whispered.
"I wasn't trying to hurt you." He sighed. He reached his hand towards my shoulder.
"Please don't touch me." I shuddered. Blaine Anderson listened to me. He pulled away.
He nodded.
I then asked, "Why did you help me? You're like them."
"Sure I look like them, but I don't think like them."
"You don't think I'm a disgusting freak of nature?"
Blaine Anderson shook his head. "Actually, I think you are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen. Your wings make you unique."
I blushed, "Well, you are the first one, Blaine Anderson."
"You can just call me Blaine." He told me, "What's your name?"
I showed him my arm. The purple tattoo on my pale skin. "The Whitecoats dubbed me 67352. But my friends call me Kurt."
"Kurt." Blaine sighed, "It has a nice ring to it."
I then remembered. Artie was going to be euthanized tomorrow. My face became hot. I began to hyperventilate. I was going into a panic attack.
"Are you okay?"
I ignored him. I continued to panic.
"What's wrong?"
I managed to choke out a few words. "T-Tomorrow at d-dawn."
"What?"
"Th-They're g-going to euthanize him."
Blaine gasped. "Euthanize who?"
"Artie."
"Artie?"
"The one with the silver wings."
"Why?"
"He became paralyzed by a surgery. The Whitecoats are going to murder him." Hot tears ran down my cheek.
"We have to get him out of here."
"How?" I angrily shouted, "We're trapped! I'm not to be let out of this room for three days! And even if we did find away out of this room, they would send the Erasers on us!"
"Erasers?"
"Lupine-Human hybrids."
"I have an idea." Blaine said. He took off his large, blue garment. Under it was another, except it was thinner and the color red. He handed me the blue one.
"What is this for?"
"Just put it on."
"I don't know how."
Blaine walked over to me. "Lift your arms."
I did as he told me. He slid the garment on me. My arms and head going through the three holes. I looked down at my chest. There were symbols on this garment. I did not know what it said. All I know is that there were six. "D" "A" "L" "T" "O" and "N". I had no clue what it said or meant.
I looked at my back. My wings were under the garment. It was quite uncomfortable. "I don't like being restricted. Why am I wearing this."
"To hide your wings." He told me, "You and your friends are breaking out of here." He put on the white coat.
I gasped. Was he being serious? "You don't even know me. Why are you trying to help?"
"Because, no one is going to die. Not while I'm around." He pulled out the ID card and swiped it next to the door. It unlocked. He began to walk out. "Are you coming?"
I ran to him and followed. I couldn't believe what I was doing. Artie might not die. And me? Well for the first time in my life I may actually be free. I would be able to be in that place called Outside. I've heard other experiments talk about Outside. Few have been to Outside. They always described it as beautiful and amazing. I wondered where that place was. I have always wanted to go to that place. They say Outside has no cages, or needles, or Whitecoats. That was the tiny string of hope I held on to.
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And when I grow up…I WANNA BE A STARSHIP RANGER!