ok the flock comes in in this chapter enjoy Check out white flag its a song listened to it while i was riting good song lol
Disclaimer: I dont own MR i am not JP I do not claim to claim
Copyright: Desdemona is my character no touchie
Dez's POV
Pain. That was all I could feel. All I could think about. Pain. Immense pain. I was curled up into a ball in endless darkness.
"Dez, sweetheart." My name and my dad's voice cut through the blackness.
I tried to open my eyes but when I did the light seared my eyes. I quickly shut my eyes and curled up into an even tighter ball.
"Dez. Wake up." My father's voice came for above me.
I opened my eyes again. It still hurt but not as bad. My dad stood between bars. Wait. Bars? Why bars. I sat up and hit my head on more bars. I was in a dog cage.
"Dad, wh-" I began but then remembered everything. That he was a traitor. That I hated him. The scientist with tasers. What had they done to me? Why was I in a dog crate? All these questions were unspoken and would probably never be answered.
"Dez." My dad said again and leaned closer to the bars.
I backed up as far as the bars would let. My back and something else hit the cold bars. What was it? I reached back. Something was definitely there. It felt kind of feathery.
I pulled on them and used my muscles to move then. I stretched them out as far as the cage would let me. Wings. I had wings. Beautiful, white, tan, and black wings.
I turned back to my dad and lunged at him only to be stopped by the bars. I growled at him. It didn't seem to bug him at all that I now hated him.
"Sweetheart," He began.
"Don't call me that!" I threatened him. That traitor had no right to call me sweetheart.
"I know your scared but just try to relax." His eyes were completely void of emotion.
"What did you do to me?" I put so much malice in my words I winced but I didn't even flinch.
"We grafted Avian DNA into your DNA. We wanted to see what would happen if we put the DNA into someone who had already matured. And it worked. You are now 2% falcon. Peregrine Falcon to be exact. A beautiful bird.(A/N sorry about that I know that that seems like a random bird and I bet most of u have never heard of it. It is my favorite bird. It is very pretty. Go google it.)" His face softened when he mentioned the falcon.
"So I'm nothing but an experiment!" I yelled at him.
Before he could do or say anything alarms blared. The noise rung one constant ring. Before I could fully register it, my dad was up and racing toward the door.
Just as the door closed after my dad the door at the other end of the room flung open. A girl who was about 14 burst through. She had short dirty-blonde hair. She was really pretty. Like super-model pretty. The kind of pretty every girl wanted but only one in a million got.
She looked at the boy in the cage across from me. Then she turned looking like she was about to throw-up. What was she doing here anyway? She nearly knocked over my cage when she turned around.
She looked at me. Then at my wings. She noticed the tag on my cage and read it. She looked extremely surprised. Maybe she could get me out of here.
"Help me," I whispered to her and she jumped back in fear. What? I can talk. You got a problem with that.
A guy with dark hair, olive skin, and dressed in all black walked in, "Max," He looked at her then looked at me. "Max, we can't. We have to leave now."
I heard footsteps pounding down the hall. The girl her called Max nodded and started walking out the door.
She looked back at me one more time. That's right just forget me. I'm not worth saving. I growled at her as she mouthed sorry and ran out the door.
Just before the door closed behind her, I saw 4 other kids of all different sizes run after her. My eyes took in everything in a second. It was amazing.
One boy was tall. Extremely tall. He had blonde hair and was completely pale. He looked down as he ran and he looked like he was concentrating hard on something.
The girl that follow him had some serious hair issues. She had brown hair and skin, but a look of determination was plainly displayed across her face.
After her a young boy about 8 followed. He had short blonde and a little bit of soot on his fingers.
Then a young girl who looked only 6 followed in the rear. She had limp blonde curls and was holding a bear.
All of the kid's hygiene was questionable and they all had lumpy backs. They we all running from something.
I heard many feet pound in pursuit of the children. They were running away from this wretched place. They had seen me and left me. Everyone was after them. Now instead of invisible Desdemona, she was invisible worthless experiment.
Fang's POV
It had been a day since we had escaped the School yet again. Is that getting a little old to anybody? Anybody?
Max still hadn't woken up. I am so worried. I know she was going to be fine, but, nonetheless, I was still worried.
It was no longer raining. The forest was quiet. We were too close to the school for comfort. Max wake up soon so we can get out of here and free.
