Okay, if you're confused by the letter, it's from Star. I made it myself by finding a pic of a piece of paper then using Photoshop and this online photo editor, I made it. I also downloaded an ink stain font so I could use it as blood splatters. Hope it's not too gory ;) So YAY! IT"S TIME FOR THE STORY TO START! ENJOY! PLEASE LEAVE A REVIEW! I'm also new to and all so, bear with me!


Finally! I was free! I could feel the wind rushing through my hair, could see the blue sky. The white clouds that resembled cotton candy, could taste the freshnessin the air. The green tops of trees passed below in a blur. I made it! I'm free and I won't ever go back!,I though exhilaratingly. But it was real. I was really and truly fre-


I jerked awake, but was slammed back down against the bed because of the damn Velcro restraining my wrists. Tears filled my eyes. I couldn't believe my dream of escaping this horrible place had been just that. A dream. Nothing more. I was still in this living hell with no way of getting out. That living hell being the School. With a capital "s".I've been here about sixteen years, maybe less, maybe more. Sixteen years of being tested, pricked with needles as they drew blood samples until I wondered if I was going to run out one of these days. Sixteen years of living in a dog crate, or more recently, a cell. Like that was any better. I struggled against the straps with all my strength, which I can tell ya, is much stronger than the average human. You see I'm not exactly normal, but more on that later.

Lifting my head off the pillow, the tears no longer threatening to spill over, I glanced around the room. Walls of cement brick, cold and clammy, and a squeaky, wooden bed with a thin and scratchy wool blanket that was notcomfortable. A cracked and stained toilet in one corner, a shattered mirror hanging above a dripping faucet accompanied the nightmarish 'bathroom'. There was a slot in the heavy door for them to shove the measly portions that they called food through. I wanted to be free, free to do as I pleased, no boundaries at all. I was a prisoner, a lab-rat, an experiment. I just wanted to die, be put out of my misery. I. Couldn't. Take. It. Much. Longer.

Why haven't I tried to escape yet? Oh, I have, loads of times. But I always fail. I'm one huge FAIL. A failed experiment. A big nothing. If I was never born-or made, as in test-tube baby material-, it would not have made a difference to the world. Because nobodyknows I'm here. Nobody cares. And my existence was just for the mere pleasure of evil scientists. Or so I thought, but in the end, I would learn my life had much more value then I thought.


"What do I have to do to get some food in here?" I called, still banging on the door. I had awaked to find I was no longer Velcroed to the stupid bed. The thin slot flipped up as a tray of stale bread, moldy cheese and fruit, and a glass of water was thrust through it. I got a glimpse of a hard stare. Really? I can't even get somewhat clean water, I thought in disgust as I watched a dead mosquito float around in it. Great, here I come malaria. None the less, I scarfed it down, forcing my gag reflex to deal with the vile taste. And then the door swung open. My daily stats check-up, which meant every flippin' hour, was due. Do not under any circumstances get me mad; I have a mean right hook. A nurse bustled in, clipboard in hand, pencil behind her ear.

"How ya' feeling today, hun?" she drawled, starring intently at me. I deliberately looked at her.

"Fine," I drawled back, imitating her nasal tone. What the hell did she think? I felt the same way I always feel: I WANTED THE HELL OUT. I WANTED TO BE GONE. I don't know how I ended up here, I can't remember anything. The nurse glared at me, her eyes narrowed as she scribbled away on her clipboard. I return that glare of hers with no mercy. Back the fuck down, bitch. I overheard a lot of, um, language from the scientists. She sliced over me with a final icy glare before turning on her heel and slamming the door behind her, click!went the lock. There's nothing to look forward to. They can't even give me a brochure to read, for goodness sake!

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See! It works out for everyone, that's if they had brochures. I wouldn't be bored and they'd have more lab-rats that are WILLING to do this for sixteen years. But I'd had enough. I was getting out. I was gonna be free, baby. Damn right.


I listened as the last of the whitecoat's footsteps faded away. No doubt going to double check all the information collected from me, and any other "experiments". That's what these jerks failed to realize. We had feelings, too. I mean, duh, they're all 'super geniuses', yet they can't figure out that we "experiments" have brains, and everything with a brain can therefore feel things. I gritted my teeth in preparation. It'd been a few days ago, one of the whitecoats, not the usual nurse, had come to ask me some questions and he'd dropped a Post-it note on his way out. A bright, yellow-greenish one. On it was scrawled:

TO DO LIST:
_ Replace air duct vent in ex. #929's room
X Double-check lab results for ex. #2453
X Speak with Dr. Lezinsky
X Report to Swaner about death of ex. #626

First thought that crossed my mind: Another experiment dead? You just never learn. Years of this place made me angry, bitter, and sympathetic for those I was abandoning. But nobody had stayed alive to endure it as long as I had. Second thought that flew through my head: My room has air ducts, furthermore air ducts that need replacing? One of the lights in the dimly lit hallway flickered spookily. A quick glance of my room revealed no vents or anything. As I stood there in my cell, dumbfounded, a piece of paper fluttered from the slot in my door they shove food through. Startled, I bent to pick it up; it was just a jumble of lines and crosses. It was a blueprint or map of some sorts. The word air ducts jumped out in neon colors in my mind as I stared at the paper. It was a map, of the freakin' vents that lead out of the School. That's right, the School. My way out, baby. The only question was who was helping me escape my nightmare?


I woke up with a jolt, the aroma of chocolate chip cookies still embedded fresh in my memory from my dream. I had decided not to bust this joint last night, I needed strength, and so instead of wasting my energy pounding on the walls, I slept. Whitecoats checked in god knows how many times, to see if I was okay. I just mumbled I didn't feel good. I could see the need to want to be observing me while I wasn't "feeling good", in their eyes. It even got me slightly, fresh bread and cheese to help me 'recover'. Ha, these idiots….For the millionth time yet, the door to my cardboard box opened, and in walked Dr. Rickly and Swaner. Swaner was the bossy ass that told them what tests to run on me, when to do them, and why. Rickly, on the other hand, wasn't all that bad, I hate to admit. He's the nicest of the delinquents in the School, but that doesn't mean he loses the pleasure of being one.

"My colleagues have informed me you aren't feeling well today," Swaner spoke in a heavy French accent. I moaned pitifully in response, rolling over and slinging my arm over my head dramatically. "What is wrong, 929?" I groan again, but manage to force myself to look at him with perfectly glazed over eyes.

"I feel like crap!" I spat, trying to make it seem I was using all the strength I muster just to answer. Swaner and Rickly's eyebrows rise.

"And what is it, if I may ask, doesn't feel good?" Swaner asked carefully, twirling his salt-and-peppered beard.

"Everything…" I said, closing my eyes. "Just leave me alone and lemme sleep…" They exchanged narrowed eyes before glancing at me again. Rickly smiled at me in a not-so-evil scientisty way. I grimaced back and rolled over, putting in another dramatic groan for good-measure. As they left the room, I caught the words "…expiration date…possibly…she is….xteen years old…about time…" WTH? Expiration date? I wonder what that is…I'm going to grab some more zZz's before tonight.


Crouched on the floor, as the whitecoat's footsteps echoed down the hallway, I eased the map and Post-it from underneath my mattress. The laboratory door clunked shut. Time to break free. I jumped on my bed, the mattress creaking. I cringed, listening to see if any whitecoats were coming back. Coast was clear. A full search of my room revealed nothing even close to a ventilation system. Maybe the map was wrong. I looked up as my crappy light flickered, announcing its light bulb needed to be replaced soon. I got a crazy idea in my head as I starred at the light. I wonder... The source of light in my room is on the ceiling, the only source of light.

This gets turned off when the whitecoats decide to go eagerly double-check all their "information". Maybe it was covering it up...I mean, the map showed a vent going right through my room. It hadto be over my room. I gritted my teeth, praying this wasn't just some wild guess, and punched the light, glass slicing my knuckles. I jammed my other fist in my mouth to keep from screaming. I was drowned into darkness as the light's glass tinkled around me. Oh, man, I really was going to escape this time, I thought, my heart pounding. Casting a look over my shoulder for the last time, I hauled myself into the ventilation system, map in my mouth. After looking at it for a second, I started crawling into the yawning darkness. Let me tell you, it was like a giant maze. In the dark. I really felt like a lab-rat. Looking for the cheese.

My knees ached, my knuckles were still bloody and sore, and I was lost. Utterly lost. And that's when the ventilation system gave way from beneath me, and I crashed to the floor on a desk, pushing a computer off and shattering its screen. Uh-oh...

The sound of feet pounding the tiled hallway alerted me before two scientists with thinning hair burst through the door. They took one look at me sprawled on the desk, and pulled the alarm. Fury flashed through me. I was not staying. This time I was going to fight.

"You shouldn't fight. You know you won't win," one of the scientists spoke, trying to distract me until god-knows-what came. I didn't fall for it. My dark blue eyes flashed at them.

"Is that right?" I panted as I scrambled into a fighting position. If I'm correct, one of them gulped. Don't. Ever. Doubt. Me. You will regret it. Alarms wailed, red lights flared as everyone was warned someone was trying to escape. The scientists were blocking the only way out of this room besides the air vent, so I did what anyone would do. I launched myself forward, spinning in a round house kick that made contact with their torsos, knocking the breath out of them both. Right hook to Baldy, who was bent over, stunned. Knee jerk to Baldy numero dos's soft spot. Grabbing their necks, I smashed their heads together; leaving them sprawled on the floor unconscious. I could here people minutes away, minutes I had to use to escape. I leaped onto the desk and hauled myself back up into the vent, whacking my head. My mouth opened in a silent screech of pain, the map fluttering to the floor. All well. The map didn't matter; I needed to use my instinct.

"Who's trying to escape!"

"Ex. #929!" That was Swaner, I'm almost positive. More shouts followed. Then that damn dreaded word.

"Get the Erasers." That one word sent chills up and down my back. They let those things...well never mind. I'll tell you later. I needed to get the fuck out. Light filtered in at an angle from a vent that looked down into a small empty room, similar to my cell. I smashed down through the grate and was about to snap kick the door down when I heard a noise behind me.

"Whaaa?" I exclaimed, startled, putting up clenched fist in a fighting stance. I swear to GOD, this guy hadn't been therewhen I was looking at the room from above. He just appeared.Shaggy brown hair fell into chocolate brown eyes.

"Who are you?" I choked out. He flashed a wristband at me. Experiment 927. "How long have you been-?" I started to ask as he started to ask something, too. That's when all hell broke loose. The door crashed down, guys who could be swimsuit models filed in or blocked the door, their snouts already elongating, their flirtatious eyes turning malicious.

"God damn it! Don't you ever stop?" I screamed, throwing myself forward in a fury. A big bad wolf swung at me, but a little too slow. Grabbing his arm, I leaped over it, and then flipped him over. Without a moment's hesitation, I grabbed a computer screen off the desk beside me and smashed it down on his face. Talk about having mercy. Snarling, an Eraser got in my face, and I decked him in the snout, my sore knuckles throbbing. A clawed hand jerked my head to the side, leaving red parallel lines against my cheek. As I whipped around to retaliate, that guy joined in. Silently and swiftly, he pummeled an Eraser's face, slammed his elbow into another Eraser's snout. Stunned, I looked around the small cell, the floor littered with either dead or unconscious Erasers. I took down the hall before skidding to a halt and glanced behind me. No shaggy brown-haired kid. Was I going nuts?

"THERE SHE IS!" screeched Swaner, at the very opposite end of the hall way. My eyes widened as I turned and ran, weird kid forgotten. Then he was by my side, running alongside me.

"Whothehellareyou?" I panted as we raced down one hall after another, turning right, then left, each hallway dimmer then the last.

"I don't know," he yelled back, throwing a glance at me. And a scream sounded. Not Swaner, but he was still yelling angrily for them to catch me. This was a high-pitched murderous scream.

"DON'T YOU DARE LEAVE ME HERE! DON'T YOU DARE! YOU BETTER COME LET ME OUT!" I skidded to a halt, my bare feet sliding on the tile. WTH...The screaming continued, alarms wailed in my ear, the boy had disappeared yet again. No there he was. Had I really just skimmed over him? "GOD DAMN IT, YOU STUPID PEOPLE. YOU ESCAPING, UH DUHHH! COME UNVELCRO ME, NOW! BEFORE I KILL YOU!" I ran towards the voice screaming (and promising) bloody murder.

"WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU!" I shouted in anguish. A scream to my left answered it, but #927 was already in front of me, kicking down the door, and unfastening the straps that were keeping a girl restrained. A girl with hair as black as the night and eyes as blue as the sky. She leaped up ninja-style in a flash, fists up. I put my hands up, palms out, as if to say easy, easy.

"We're helping each other escape! Don't kill us! Kill THEM!" I shrieked as whitecoats filed into the room. I was getting really sick of fighting. The black-haired girl let out a shriek of rage and dove forward. You can call me crazy, but she was PISSED. Fists connected with faces as she hissed out words.

"Thirteen-years-of-my-life-you've-wasted-you-assholes!-If-you-ever-come-near-me-again-I-will-kill-you!" She punctured each word with a blow to a different scientist as I leaped in next to her. Two handed chop to his neck, kick in the gut to that dude, punch in the mouth to the female whitecoat who-freakishly large, hairy hands tightened around my throat. I gasped for air, arms flailing trying to elbow the damn Eraser in the snout. Nothing worked. He slammed me up against the wall, his other hand pulled behind his head to knock my block off. Just as he snapped his closed fist towards me, I ducked, dragging him with me as I rolled between his legs. He flipped over and didn't move. Maybe his neck was broken. Another Eraser grabbed me from behind, wrapping his bulging arms around my stomach. I heard a snap!as one of my ribs broke. I cried out, kicking as hard as I could.

"Looks like you're caught, wittle birdy," he chuckled softly. Out of nowhere, Mr. Disappear loomed in front of the Eraser, his dark eyes smoldering.

"You might want to let her go," he growled, looking verrrrry dangerous all of the sudden. The Eraser seemed to contemplate it for a split second before a wolfish smirk lit up his face.

"Oh, really?" He squeezed tighter, another rib snapping. Tears were running down my face as I struggled as hard as I could. Then I was on the floor, the breath knocked out of me. The guy was on top of the hairy mutt, punching his face in. Blood covered his knuckles and face as he offered me his hand. I shook my head, mutely trying to stand up on my own and ended up collapsing. The girl with the black hair leaped into the air, snapped her leg up into the last Eraser's chin. He crumpled like a bag of bricks. She kicked him a final time before actually realizing she'd destroyed almost all the mongrels by herself. She saw me splayed out on the floor, my breaths coming in ragged gulps of air. I pushed myself up off the clammy tile, reluctantly taking his hand as support.

"Ya' happy? Give me a minute, I'll be fine," I spat, my chest feeling as if it were on fire. His eyes darkened.

"We don't have a minute!" he snapped. Blackie looked from me to him.

"To hell with the both of you! I'm fine!"I glared at both of them, taking my weight off of him. More whitecoats were on the way, and the unconscious Erasers were coming around.

"GUYS, LETS JUST GO!" I shouted over my shoulder, hearing them right behind me. "Don't you guys ever stop?" I called over my shoulder to the whitecoats and Erasers, a shriek of rage answering my question. A sharp searing pain shot across my abdominal, causing me to stumble. Mr. Disappear slide to a halt as he grabbed my arm.

"You okay?" he breathed, looking at me. I nodded, blinded by the pain. Blackie cast a look over her shoulder.

"Come on!" she yelled, blue eyes wide. He pulled me along, and that's when I saw them. Windows. Actual glass. The BREAKABLE kind. I didn't think at all. I just made the decision. To just do it. And shouted it.

"Just jump through them!" I cried, as I dove head first out a probably 1000 story building, letting go of Invisaboy's hand as I smashed through the window. As I fell, glass glinted all around me.

And I unfurled my wings and began to soar.