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The sky was just turning pink and orange when I woke up to the sound of a car engine. Peeking through the one-way window that was beyond my small, crappy cage, I saw the heavy metal door swoosh open to find my daddy opening cages. The room that he was in was similar to mine in looks, but a completely different room. He didn't go towards the window to break it like he had said he would; instead, he just looked at the window and winked for some reason. Then, looking back at the group of experiments, he said, "Let's hit the road kids!" and then he was gone. Gone with the others and the one that looked like me the most.

I banged on the bars of my cage and screamed for what felt like an hour. "Daddy, I'm right here!" I was usually looking out the window and right now, I felt lost. On good days, I observed the similar experiments and their actions, but because they are in cages, like me, they don't really do anything except talk softly amongst each other or sleep. After awhile I heard footsteps through my endless sobs. I saw a whitecoat through the bars of my cage. She looked tired and very annoyed. Her intern on the other hand, looked excited, as if he thought a new day would bring new excitement.

"We can hear it all the way from the fifth floor," the whitecoat grumbled to her partner, sounding like she wanted to hurt me. I continued to cry, tears streaming down my dirty face, making my face look like a zebra with stripes. I didn't say anything, afraid that if I did, something drastic that I didn't want to happen would happen.

"Jeb left with the experiments, saying he left this one behind for 'special treatment'. We can use her, Dr. Harrington," the other whitecoat said to the lady. I listened to their conversation intently, trying to pick up on as many familiar wards as I could.

"Reilly, we're dealing with the twin of Experiment Five -- the back up. Anything can happen," Dr. Harrington said flatly as she peered into my cage intently. The other, Reilly, was looking at the clipboard that was attached to my cage.

"Charts say, she's the fastest yet. Maybe we can put her in the maze," suggested Reilly as he slid his glasses back onto the top of his nose. My eyes grew wide; I had heard about the maze from the other experiments. Intensified with electric bolts to zap you if you stopped running, and heat waves throughout the floor to urge the victim to move faster. Sure I was fast at running, but would it be fast enough?

"Yes, that sounds like a good idea. In a couple hours we'll begin the procedure. Good job Reilly," Dr. Harrington praised the intern proudly as she turned to walk away from the room, leaving me alone in my cage, while Reilly continued to stare at me as I closed my puffy eyes to go back to sleep. Of course my sleep was ruined, when approximately twenty minutes later I woke to scientists buzzing around the room like busy working bees as they began to get the day ready for my torture.

My cage was shuffled onto a flat bed, my main movement carrier. It wouldn't be normal for me to actually walk by myself. As the scientists whizzed my cage into a different room, I couldn't help but realize how scary the room truly was. Although the smell was still antispetic, it seemed to be stronger. As if they just cleaned the room with bleach. The walls themselves where covered with computers and high-tech scince stuff that was to complex to fully understand. The computers kept beeping in their way so they wouldn't shut down or something. One whitecoat opened the door to my cage to place a metallic bracelet on my left ankle, and cold as it was, I had to deal with it. Walls began to move into a maze, preparing for me to go through.

Reilly, the whitecoat from earlier today, opened my cage door again and dragged me out, preparing for the maze. He pushed me to the entrance and when the bell rang, I took off.

I think I should have been in the middle of the maze, but I couldn't really tell. There were so many turns that went the wrong directions, It seemed as if I were going in circles. Taking deep breaths through my nose, I pumped my legs to go faster. Another dead end. Agitated with my outcome, I stopped for a moment to think about the turns I had made. Suddenly electricity raced up from the floor panels, and the heat burned the soles of my feet. Screaming in agony, I fell down to the burning electric floor, feeling like a barbecued kid.

"Experiment Six, get up," a voice from a loudspeaker commanded me as I slowly got to my knees. With another zap of an electric shock, I stood up once more. Taking in a deep breath, I kicked up non-existent dust as I ran for my life.

"Put in the Erasers," I heard the voice demand in a bored tone through the speakers. I felt sweat drip down my forehead as I turned another corner. There was no way I was having those things find me. A howl ripped through the air, making my heart beat faster. My lungs were aching to rest, as were my legs. Being as sore as they were, it seemed as if I was slowing down. I took a left, the opposite of the Eraser's howl. There it was, a door, leading to the exit I had been searching for.

"Forty five minutes, my God, that was slower than her twin," a whitecoat said as I pushed through the door, sinking to my knees. A whitecoat stood over me as he placed a clear tube into my mouth. Water. Sucking on it feriously, I listened to the conversation between the whitecoats with closed eyes.

"Speed-wise, Dr. Haufler, but have you even seen the tape? Her body was not seen until she stopped," another responded. The same doctor pushed a slim plastic tube into my mouth and pressed a needle into my arm. Too exhausted to fight back, I sucked down on the water that was given to me through the tube.

"Collect the EEG's sample, Dr. Fadole," the whitecoat from earlier this morning commanded. With open eyes, I watched her walk through the doors that were in front of me, but kind of towards the left. I wasn't too sure, really The lady was annoyed with my performance, it showed on her face.

"Throw it back into the cage, it's incapable of going the next round. Our data would not be accurate," Dr. Harrington spoke once more. Once the whitecoat was done taking the sample from me, another picked up my exhausted body and threw me into my cage.

Not wanting to deal with the pain anymore, I fell into a deep sleep. Soon after a dream followed. Not bothering to pay attention to it, I woke up to a different scientist staring into my cage. She popped the latch open, her expression not showing any compassion towards me, the kind of look I always wanted.

"Follow me," she said after a moment's hesitation. The cage door slowly opened and I crawled out, stretching my legs. The whitecoat walked out of the room with me on her tail.

She took me into a room that was fairly small. It had a counter, a big tub, and lots of bottles sitting on the counter full of things that I didn't recognize. The whitecoat started to turn a large bulb above the tub and water came out, instantly making the room hot and sticky. I liked it.

"Use this one, then this one," the whitecoat said, handing me two of the small bottles from the counter. "Use everything inside." And with that she hung up a stiff towel for me and walked out the door. It closed behind her silently. I quickly pulled off my gown, dropping it to the floor. I poked the water with my index finger and then slid in. After I had sat in the tub for a few moments I cautiously laid my head under the water. I closed my eyes and dreamed of being with the group of experiments that were similar in species to me, and the one that looked like me the most. Seconds went by, and then I envisioned an Eraser grabbing at my neck.

My head shot out of the nice clean water and I looked around. I saw only the objects around me, nothing moving or alive besides my panting breath and me. I was probably dreaming again, I thought.

Then I heard a soft knock on the door. I washed up, rinsed down, and then hopped out of the tub to grab my towel. I figured that I had to wear somehow. Carefully, I ignored the knocking from the door and wrapped the towl around my torso and upper thighs. I unlocked the door to find a different whitecoat who appeared to be talking to herself. But then I noticed a small black thing connected to her ear, so I assumed she was talking to that.

"Batchelder left? Oh yes, I remember now. He's on his two-year vacation. He has brought us to the bird experiments more and more these days, by gaining some trust. It is a shame he left the runt behind." There was a pause before the white coat spoke again. "Yes, Dr. Harrington told me about Reilly's idea, sounds great Director." Her voice sort of faded to the background of my mind as I went off to my thoughts. A runt? Was that what I was, a runt? "We'll get answers out of the runt soon, Director." Another long pause. She nodded, reached up to the thing on her ear, and pressed a button, which I assumed turned it off.

I stared her. "Runt?"

"Yes," she replied, frowning, and then she smiled at me. "Can you follow me please?"

"I guess," I mumbled, looking up at her.

"Clothes, food, and a bed sound good, right?" she asked.

"Sure…" I said quietly, wondering what the heck a bed was. Not to mention food; the clothes part didn't even reach to my comprehension. The lady plastered a huge smile across her face, and then flipped her blond hair over her shoulder and turned around quickly like she was in a hurry to meet someone. We walked down the long, white halls together. The tiles were cold. With every light step I took water left a wet trail behind me. I would have loved to see a whitecoat slip down the hall because of the water. After a few turns down different halls, the lady stopped at a metal door.

The lady opened the door, leading me into another small room. I followed her and then stopped short. I stared at the large rectangular object in front of me. "A bed," she told me. "To sleep on."

I watched her carefully as she picked up some cloth stuff that came from another rectangular object that was inside the wall and laid it on top of the 'bed'. Racks of cloth were lined up inside the hole. Something about closets triggered my memory. I remembered white coats taking their coats out of a somewhat similar thing, claiming it was a 'closet'.

"Dinner is in ten minutes, so get dressed and find something productive to do," she said to me. And with that she left, the door shutting behind her. I ran to the bed, which was pink and brown, and picked up the cloth, which turned out to be clothes. I put them on; pink sweatpants and a white tank top with slits in the back were my sleeping clothes.

I sat on the bed, stretching my wings, which are now a proud ten feet long. Two soft knocks came from the metal door, stopping my distraction from a pattern on the wall.

The lady was back with that same smile plastered on her face. I flashed her a shy smile back.

"Th-thanks," I said, mumbling the word. I had never been 'thankful' for anything in my life.

"You're welcome. My name is Anne Walker and I want you to be strong and useful for yourself," Anne said cheerfully out of the blue.

I can't trust anybody.

Anne was followed by a guy pushing a cart that had the sweet scent of the food aroma rolling off of it, making my mouth water. Anne joined me at dinner to discuss my life's plans. Well, until I was fourteen. I didn't fully understand the time frame, but I knew enough to get me going.

"Do you have a name you like to call your self?" Anne asked me as I put some edible stuff into my mouth. I shrugged my shoulders before replying.

"They tend to call me Experiment Six," I said harshly. "Or Runt."

Anne seemed surprised by my reply, but she responded quickly. "Oh, well, I was thinking about Mini. It's short for Minimum."

I thought about the idea of being called Minimum, or Mini. It was a simple name, not fancy or anything. "I like it." After a moment of silence, Anne changed the topic of our conversation.

"Mini, think of all the possibilities," Anne began. "Education, fighting skills, and even social skills." And get this; I was nodding. I was actually agreeing with her. It must be the food.

"We would do tests for you such as-" Anne began, but I interrupted her.

"Blood, physical, and mental tests, right?" I asked her sarcastically. After years of going through these kinds of experiments, their names had worn off on me.

"Precisely," she said. "Get some rest. We start everything tomorrow at 7:30." She got up, gave me a good night wave, and then walked out, the door shutting behind her. I was stunned; my life had completely flipped upside down. One day I'm doing running tests and having blood drawn. The next I'm going to be sleeping in a bed with an actual future ahead of me.

I finished my second roll. I picked up a third, took a bite out of it, and then threw its remains on my plate. Some guy with a white coat on came in and took the cart of food away from me. I crawled into my new bed. Getting under the blankets, I quickly fell into a dream.

I was running, faster than I had ever ran before. I was racing through the forest, going at least fifty miles an hour. I was exhausted- I had been running like this for what seemed like an endless amount of time. My breath was coming in short gasps and my legs were numb, but I couldn't stop no matter how badly my body wanted me to. I couldn't stop because Erasers were chasing me. In a final effort to escape I let my wings catch some air, and then I was rising, flying about the trees. I sighed in relief, but then I screamed- a hairy paw was grabbing at my left foot. I tried to kick it away, but then it pulled me down so quickly my stomach dropped. I crumpled to the ground, landing hard. My wings folded awkwardly and painfully underneath me. Dark shapes moved towards me from the trees, and I whimpered; I knew I was screwed.

I woke up, panting, and not realizing how close my dreams were to a future reality.