I do not own Maximum Ride. James Patterson does.

Chapter 2-Meeting Someone

Silver's POV

I opened my eyes with a groan and sat up. I stood up, wondering what the hell happened the last few hours that made my whole body so sore. Even sprinting non-stop for 2 miles hadn't made me this sore. And trust me, I've done that before and my legs were wobbler than jelly afterwards.

Suddenly, the things that happened all rushed back into my mind and I wished that I hadn't even thought about it.

Getting kidnapped. Locked up in a cage. That damn scientist with the paper. The man who appeared out of nowhere. James and Madison. And the horrible, horrible pain. I shook my head.

This has got to be a joke. Soon someone would jump out of nowhere and shout 'surprise!'. Or this is just a nightmare, one terrible horrifying night which I'll soon wake up from and laugh all ab-

I felt a sudden jab of pain at my fingers. I looked down and . . . let out a blood-curling shriek. For, what was once neat and short, my fingernails were sharp and long claws! I stretched my hands far away from myself as possible. I stared, horrified at my claws when they suddenly retracted back into nomal nails.

This had definately got to be a nightmare.

However, after pinching myself for the tenth time, I knew that it was reality. Hard and cold reality. I could hear my heart pounding loudly in my chest. After I got over my horror and despair that what was done can't be erased, I willed my fingernails to change. And sure enough, they grew about 2 inches long and are as sharp as a tiger's claws. I willed them to retract again. At least I can hide them.

Soon, I could retract and grow them without a second thought. I looked around and surveyed my surroundings for the first time. I was in a cage. No surprise there. And I was alone.

Well, I was alone until the cage doors opened and someone came flying in. The doors closed again and the sound of the door lock confirmed that there was a lock.

I stared at the body. It was a girl, around 12 years old, 3 years younger than me, black, straight hair, wearing a plain shirt and jeans. But only one feature caught my attention. Two huge wings sprouted from her back. I couldn't stop staring at her back even when she got up, wipe the dust off her jeans and started mumbling.

'Hi,' I blurted out. She jerked and faced me, her eyes narrowed in suspicion.

'Who are you?' she asked, her eyes still narrowed.

'Silver Radley.' I put out my hand. I watched her shrug and clasp my hand tightly in hers and shook firmly.

'Experiment 60, at your service.' she introduced.

Experiment 60?

'Don't you have a name?' I asked her and she shook her head. I thought about it for a moment and then a smile broke out on my face.

'Well, you're in luck Experiment 60, I, Silver Radley, am going to help you make a name whether you like it or not!'

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Here's something extra!

I don't normally hate people, but if you were on fire and I had a bottle of water . . . I'ld drink it.