I bet your saying: Oh my god, two chapters in one hour? What is this insanity?

Well, I wrote it before hand. Obviously.

This chapter is rather... interesting. Sets up the story pretty well though. I hope you enjoy!

Oh, and I (Phoenix) wrote this chapter! Can you tell the difference, or no?

(Disclaimer: Neither I nor Random own Doctor who.)


*Phoenix's 3rd Person POV*

"GET THE HELL OUT!"

"FINE! I'M LEAVING!"

"GOOD, YOU GOOD FOR NOTHING BITCH! WE NEVER WANTED TO HAVE YOU ANYWAYS!"

Phoenix slammed the front door of her one-story house shut as she walked outside, tears glittering in her eyes but refusing to fall. It was normal for her, so she should be used to it. Right?

Grabbing her black satchel that was next to the doorstep, Phoenix stalked off toward the forest, her safe haven. It was the only place she could actually relax, instead of having to be on her guard all the time. She was lucky that it was only about a mile from her house. Otherwise, she probably would have had to settle for a café or something, but there were people there, and those were the things that she most despised. Other human beings.

Phoenix treaded into the forest, her combat boots crushing the autumn leaves beneath her feat. Autumn happened to be her favorite season, not just because it resembled death. It was because it was the season she got the most inspiration for her stories from. The colorful leaves, the chilly wind, it was just all so calming and it got her imagination flowing. Not that it wasn't working most of the time anyways.

Climbing up a big oak tree, Phoenix settled down on one of the branches and pulled out her laptop. She brought all of her important items with her everywhere. She didn't trust her parents with them alone.

Phoenix pulled up her email, checking to see if anyone had reviewed or favorited or even just sent her something on her fanfiction account. Online was the only time that she could stand the race they called the human beings. They were all really supportive of her stories, and she couldn't be more grateful. They made her feel important. Kept her from committing suicide once actually.

She smiled brightly as she saw the email signaling a review that someone had commented on her story. Good or bad, she always enjoyed the feedback. Constructive criticism was always welcome to her, considering she wanted to become a writer when she got in college. She was going to take creative writing classes and everything.

Opening a new writing document, Phoenix feverishly began typing out her new story. She wasn't one of those planning types of story makers. She just wrote where her heart lead her, which could be a problem when she had writer's block and had to update her story. She probably should have written like six chapters ahead when she had first started writing her story instead of just going for the first chapter and uploading it.

This was a different story from her main one though. It was more of a one-shot than anything. It was sort of about her favorite character, Britain, from an anime called Hetalia. It was more of an USxUK sort of thing, but those were her favorite kind. They were her OTP after all.

Phoenix glanced up at a rustling noise, her eyes scanning her surroundings. She was naturally paranoid in the forest, seeing as she always had to be on her toes everywhere else. That was one thing that came with living with parents who were abusive and liked to get drunk. It was a surprise she hadn't joined them yet.

Phoenix closed the laptop and slowly slid it into her satchel as she heard yet another rustling noise. It was really starting to get to her actually. What the hell was that?

Suddenly, a scream ripped through her throat as she was grabbed from behind, a cloth pressed to her nose and mouth, choking her with chemicals. She struggled weakly, the grip around her waist and holding on her arms stronger than she anticipated. Her vision slowly faded into black, sending her into dream world yet again.


*Kim's Third Person POV*

Kim hummed lightly as she walked down the sidewalk toward a small café near the corner of the town, checking her email on her phone as she did. A couple emails, though nothing serious. She normally didn't get too many emails though, as she didn't know too many people. Actually, she only knew like two people, and they didn't even hang out with her that much.

Opening the door of the café with only a quick glance up, Kim sat down at the little desk in the far corner, which was pretty much known as her spot. She went to the café so much it was basically her own area.

Pulling out a notebook and pencil, Kim tapped the eraser tip against the desk, glancing out of the window. It was a normal autumn morning, nothing special. Kim really didn't like the season of autumn. It was the season of dying, and it also just didn't look that pretty to her. She liked spring much better to tell the truth. All of the beautiful flowers and blossoming green trees…

Kim shook her head lightly, clearing the thoughts that had gone astray. She commonly did that, and it got annoying sometimes, especially when she was working on something for school. Like what she was doing at the moment.

She glanced back down at her notebook. It was filled with problems for math. Ah, she hated Algebra. It was exhausting and time consuming. Not to mention annoying. Why did anyone need to learn the stupid subject anyways?

Kim sighed, and started scribbling out the answers to the problems. Even if she did hate them, she was pretty good at it. She got straight A's after all. You couldn't really expect less from her, being the teacher's pet she was.

Yeah, she was the teacher's pet. Got a problem with it? It came in handy occasionally, especially when she wanted something. She had even got out of detention once.

Although, she wasn't sure if she was more of a teacher's pet or that the teachers were just scared of her. She did look rather menacing after all, with all the black she wore. She had planned it that way after all.

Kim stood up slowly and packed everything back in her book bag, before waving goodbye to one of the employees and walking out of the café. She glanced nervously at a black van that was pulling up near her, but she waved it off. Those were just stories to scare the children. Obviously don't get in them, but they weren't going to come and kidnap you or whatever.

She hummed a tune lightly, one that always seemed to be stuck in her head. It was from a TV show actually, Merlin, it was called. It was a medieval British TV show. Kim sighed. She really needed better hobbies.

Suddenly, searing pain interrupted her thoughts as the back of her head suddenly jolted forward from a hit, sending her to the pavement below. She groaned loudly, pain shooting through her, making her unable to stand up. One more blow came down, and the darkness soon consumed her.


Kim groaned lightly as her consciousness slowly returned to her, her eyes fluttering open to the bright white light above. She tried to turn on her side, but her body felt restricted somehow. Yawning lightly, she moved to sit up, but she couldn't do more than raise her head. What she did see though, made her gasp. She was in a lab of sorts, with men in lab coats moving around, monitors everywhere, table filled with things like needles and operating tools.

She involuntarily shivered at the thought of what those tools could do to her. Which then brought up an important. What was she doing here, strapped to a table no less? Her hands, feet, and torso were restrained down onto the table she was laying on. She couldn't move more than a inch in each direction, making any means of escaping by herself impossible.

One of the scientists must have known she was awake, because soon scientists had circled around the table she was lying down on. Kim truthfully had a few choice words for these people, but she would have to save them for later.

"Who are you? How did I get here?" Kim demanded, eyebrows furrowing at the small smirk on one of the scientists faces. It unnerved her. A smirk like that meant something bad was going to happen.

"You have been brought for experimental testing." One of the scientists replied in a monotone like voice, making Kim even more nervous. A monotone voice belonged on robots and computers, not humans. It didn't fit. It was just creepy.

"I never signed up for anything like that you freaky scientists!" Kim exclaimed, eying the needle that the scientist next to her held. It was filled with a weird blue liquid, which she soon assumed was going to be injected into her, along with the other liquid-filled syringes on the table next to her.

The scientist just smiled lightly, a kind smile on show, but darkness and evil hidden in his eyes. Eyes are the gateway to a person's soul as they say. He stuck the needle into her arm vigorously, making her yelp in pain. She always hated needles.

Soon the concoction was flowing through her veins, making a burning sensation spread through her body. She stifled a sob, but a few tears found their way out of her eyes and down her face. Kim wasn't exactly used to pain, so it was like torture. Soon, she felt her consciousness start to slip away, and her vision went black.


*Phoenix's Third Person POV*

Phoenix's eyes fluttered open, squinting against the bright light that seemed inches from her face. Why the bloody hell she had fallen asleep outside was beyond her. She had never done that before, but hey, first time for everything.

She made to sat up, but frowned as her body couldn't move more than a little bit when she tried to sit up. Soon realizing she was restrained, Phoenix flopped back down onto the table, sighing lightly. She was obviously trapped, that was certain. The big question was, where exactly in the world was she?

"I never signed up for anything like that you freaky scientists!" Phoenix heard someone exclaimed. Judging by the pitch of voice, she assumed it was a girl. Another girl trapped like her. Phoenix rolled her eyes. There wasn't any point in yelling, they were trapped there anyways. Which brought in the question of how many other girls were there, and what exactly the so called 'scientists' were going to them. She was hoping for something less… mentally distressing than what she had in mind.

Soon, she heard the muffled sobs of the other girl stop, meaning she had either fainted or been knocked out. Or possibly dead. Meaning she was next. Phoenix took a deep breath, turning her head lightly to the side to see who the girl was. The girl, whom she was labeling as 'whimp' for the moment, had light brown hair that was splayed across a table similar to the one Phoenix was laying on at the moment. Her face was turned toward Phoenix, so she could see that her face seemed like one of a fifteen-year-old, or something close. Same age as herself than.

Suddenly, men with white lab coats, whom she assumed were the 'scientists', gathered around her, one with a creepy smile on his face and another holding a syringe filled with a strangely suspicious orange liquid.

Ah, that's what the other girl meant. She didn't sign up to get bloody injected.

"Test subject two, ready and awaiting. Injecting." One of the scientists said into what looked like a sort of walkie-talkie thing. Phoenix snorted lightly, laughing at the old equipment. She almost wanted to say some witty comment about how there were phones now, and that he should keep up with the times. But she smartly kept her mouth shut, seeing as she was strapped to a table and really couldn't move in case they tried something.

Soon the needle was injected into her arm, though earning no reaction from the black-haired teen. She was used to it by then, as her parents were rather… expressive, when it came to their feelings. She still had bruises on her lower back from them.

Phoenix hissed at a stinging sensation spreading throughout her body. She squirmed lightly, not really liking the feeling. It was coming from inside her body, making it that much more uncomfortable. Soon, like the other girl, she was out cold from the injections.


Phoenix groaned lightly as she awoke, pushing herself up with her elbows. It took her a moment to process that she could sit up, which made her awaken fully with shock. She glanced at the girl across from her, who was also awake and in shock that she could sit up.

But what Phoenix saw on the girls back made her gasp loudly, drawing the attention of the girl. On the other girl's back, were royal blue wings. Bird wings, feathered and everything. She had the hinting suspicion that they had mixed their DNA, which made her slightly nervous at what she was like. What did they change about her?

Hearing the gasp from the other girl confirmed her suspicions. Slowly standing up and walking over to a mirror that was suspiciously placed between the two beds, Phoenix gasped as she saw what was now on her back. Well, now her name could be taken as a literal.

Shining a bright orange and red on her back, were Phoenix wings. They looked as if they were made of the sun, they were shining so brightly. Phoenix's eyes widened lightly, moving her wings up and down slightly before grinning. Wings meant she could fly. And so could that other girl. Which then reminded Phoenix of said other girl and she turned toward her. The girl was glancing nervously around them, uncertainty clear as day on her face. Phoenix rolled her eyes lightly.

"Ello. I'm Phoenix. You are?" Phoenix questioned, raising an eyebrow in question. The girl seemed way too nervous to her, and that wasn't good. Nervous made you do weird things all of the time.

"I…I…I'm…Kim…" The girl, Kim, said softly, almost to the point that Phoenix couldn't hear her. Phoenix rolled her eyes. Definitely way too nervous.

"Well, Kim, hate to break it to you, but you have bird's wings on your back at the moment." Phoenix said, pointing toward the wings plastered onto the girl's back. She slowly got up from her table, and tentatively walked toward the mirror, as if she was scared to look in it. Phoenix supposed that she didn't exactly blame her. A stranger had just told her that she had bird's wings for god's sake.

The girl, Kim, walked in front of the mirror, and immedeatly gasped, backing up and walking into one of the tables. Phoenix grinned. Average reaction.


*Kim's Third Person POV*

Kim's eyes widened drastically as she gasped and backed up into a table. She hissed lightly at the pain in her lower abdomen, before looking at the situation she had before her.

She had wings. Blue ones in fact. It must have been the thing they injected into her. It couldn't have been anything else. But blue bird's wings? Out of all the things…

"Want to get out?" The girl, who had said her name was Phoenix before, questioned suddenly, turning her head toward Kim.

Kim looked shocked at first, but then nodded her head quickly. Anything to get out of this place. Seriously, it was creepy, and white. Not exactly her style.

Phoenix grinned, and walked toward a door, hands her pockets. Kim raised an eyebrow, confused. They couldn't just walk out, could they?

"What are you doing? We have to sneak out!" Kim exclaimed, somewhat shocking herself. She was normally quite. Why was she suddenly speaking her mind and being loud? It was kind of weird.

"Do you want to escape or not? Because I think the first option is best. But you know, if you want to stay here, that's fine too." Phoenix said, rolling her eyes before walking out the door and closing it not so gently behind her.

Kim sighed lightly. It was going to be a long day, wasn't it?


So... How is it? I really did like this chapter actually. It set up their personalities and everything. Well, mostly. Phoenix is extremely cocky in this...