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I staggered out into the bright courtyard at the front of The School. It had two massive towers on either side overlooking the entire courtyard.

The courtyard was only ever used for two things. Firstly it used to be a hunting ground for Erasers when an experiment committed an unforgiveable offence to the school. Ultimately this was where the Erasers killed an experiment for venturing into places they weren't supposed to go into. For example, the bathroom.

Now, since the Erasers had been revoked, the punishments became additional experimentation. And their hunting grounds, changed to training grounds.

The two towers were both sniper towers, to stop people getting in and experiments getting out. They were a new implementation after The Flock escaped. They were armed with snipers that could cut through a tank like butter and RPGs.

I scanned around to try and locate where the spectating White Coats were. I must've glanced around about thirty or so times in about a minute attempting to catch sight of them. Eventually, one of the White Coats appeared from the east-side sniper tower. It took him about five minutes to walk across the yard to me, he'd gestured for me to meet him halfway but I, being as bull-headed as I am, stayed where I was.

"In future, Boy. When I ask you to do something, you comply" He stated putting way to much emphasis on 'boy' as he waved his 'tame stick' next to my face. I simply snarled at him. "You're instructions are simple" He began, completely dismissing my act of hostility. "You fly through the course, fight off the Guards that have been ordered to attack you and then you are finished. Do you think you can do that?" The White Coat finished sounding like he'd rather be doing anything else, like he was talking to an ape. "Of course I can" I growled, feeling proud my voice was back to it's normal deepened, non-raspy form.

"Just like I told you kid." I heard D mumble from the doorway behind me.

I put my knee to the ground and rested my chest atop of it, placing my knuckles against the firm gravel. I slowly unfurled my giant scruffy, black and dark-silver wings and stretched the out as much as I possibly could. It felt great to spread my wings after almost a month without being allowed outside because of my attempts for escape.

They reckoned I wasn't to be trusted outside anymore because of how close I'd gotten last time.

The sniper's change-over schedule had run late and the snipers weren't in their towers for close to a half an hour, I'd noticed and took SharkBoy to attempt to make a run for it. We made it to the courtyard before the White Coats started chasing us, SharkBoy stopped and surrendered, knowing they'd catch him easily, I kept running and tried to fly but they caught me as I fell.

I felt a slight breeze run through my thick feathers and muscles beneath them, it felt good. Then, without warning, I thrust my majestic wings downward and darted skyward at a good 150 miles per hour.

I was by far the fastest experiment they'd created; the extra pair of wings supplied a great boost and made it extremely easy to fly and hover, my only problem was flight control. I sucked at turning and could never get it right. And that's normally why I failed the training sessions, this time was different. This wasn't training, it was an assessment.

I enjoyed the feeling of freedom I got from flying. Like I wasn't in a prison, like I didn't live in this hell. Sadly, I did, and I couldn't avoid that.

I hovered in place for about five minutes in suspense waiting for them to activate the training ground. Yes, I said activate.

Suddenly, pieces of the ground arose from beneath me, large chunks formed into arches, columns and hoops that they expected me to manoeuvre through. At the beginning of the course, the obstacles were not very close together and were basically just a warm up where I'd perform simple manoeuvres such as, upwards boost, dive bombing and barrel rolls. All things I was good at. Around the middle area got a small bit tighter and forced me to cease using my barrel rolls and only use small upward boosts and not to free fall for too long unless I wanted to go face first into a concrete column suspended horizontally in the air. At the end of the course was my least favourite part of the course, where I had to perform tight turns and quick strafes which were a pain.

I waited, hovering in place beating two wings at a time. Big first, then small. "Ready in 5 seconds" Jeb's voice boomed through the air.

I counted in my head for when I needed to start. As my headcount clicked zero, Jeb's voice came through "Go!"

I raced through the first part of the course, thrusting all four of my wings down to ascend over the first horizontal column. Next I tucked my wings in and zipped right beneath the archway. Finally, I came to the barrel roll section where two massive columns of concrete stood in my way. I tucked my two left wings into my side and beat my two right wings powerfully and I was sent spinning in one direction. Immediately after I did the same thing in reverse and narrowly escaped a crash.

"Shit, grazed my wing a little" I sighed, deciding to ignore the sting and move onto the next section of the course.

The second bit was slightly more challenging. I sped up and performed a tight upward boost that turned into a flip; I didn't open my wings until I was below the tight dive-bombing area. I unfurled them, catching myself and gently sailing through the archway. For the final part of the second course I stretched my wings as far out as possible and turned to my side while gently flapping my wings to ease myself to the next corner, fast enough so I didn't go face first into the column in front of me, but not so fast so I would smash into the side of the decently narrow arch. As I past the first small arch I had about two seconds to make a quick decisive movement to get me to the other arch that was a fair distance away, but because my wings were so big and powerful, I had a tendency to overshoot this part. A lot. I half-tucked my wings so they were half as big and drifted as fast as I could to the second arch. I closed in on the spot and narrowly got through by pulling my left wings into my side.

"Too close." I sighed. "Now for the hard part" I grimaced looking ahead at the final checkpoint.

For the final checkpoint I blasted through the first parts, full speed by using an extremely quick upwards boost and by kicking of the top of the archway to plummet down, for the last part, to conquer this challenge, I had to make extremely quick and precise lateral movements. I caught myself on the way down gliding through the arch I flapped my right wings while keeping my left wings up to catch the wind to slow me down. I made it through the third part. I drew in my wings to slip through the tiny arch's hole that I could hardly go through and threw my wings to the left to propel myself to the final hole on the right. I cut through the hole but I snared, I didn't make it.

My arm and left wings snared and I was sent spiralling toward the ground. I curled myself into a ball and wrapped my wings around myself like a cocoon. I fell to the ground as fast as a rock being dropped from space. I hit the ground wings first. I bounced about three times before stopping. I stood up and shook my wings. "Thank fuck for having protective scales." I sighed with relief looking at my mighty, black wings.

The White Coats gave me the scales after I failed my last assessment, just because I kept falling and breaking my bones. "Great, here come new improvements for another failure." I sighed to myself wondering what else they're going to give me. More importantly how much pain are they going to put me through this time? I dismissed the thoughts and pulled my wings back against my spine where they were folded neatly against it.

"What's next?" I shouted. As the words left my mouth three White Coats appeared around me, all holding 'Tame Sticks' "Perfect" I smiled to myself.

The White Coats surrounded me, they were waiting. Waiting for me to make the first move. I stood there for about five minutes; at one stage I'd even closed my eyes. Eventually one of the White Coats got sick of waiting and lunged for me with his tame stick powered. He swung the stick at my head but I ducked and punched him straight in his ribcage and knocked the wind out of him. The second ran toward me to attempt to surprise me.

"Screaming doesn't help pal" I noted, catching him off guard I tripped him and he fell flat on his face. The final guard seemed hesitant. I glanced at him but dismissed him until he decided to move. Continuing, I kicked the winded guy in the side of the head; he screeched in pain and keeled over unconscious. I looked at the guy on the ground and I stood on his hand that was reaching for his Tame stick. My ears pricked up at a faint crunch of gravel. I spun around to deliver a roundhouse kick to the White Coat attempting to sneak up on me. He slapped my foot away with his Tame stick and powered it up. He swung at me but I jumped back onto the conscious White Coat's back, who moaned in pain. I opened my vast wings, the guy was spellbound, even though he saw them almost everyday he'd always get star struck when he saw them. Another special feature of mine.

I jumped off the White Coat and strolled toward the dazed guy. I took the tame stick from his hands and turned it off. I then carefully placed it between his legs, making sure not to move my wings and I then pressed the power button. The White Coat screamed louder than I'd ever heard anyone scream before. And that's saying something. I heard D's laughter faintly from back at the other end of the courtyard.

I looked back at the other White Coat who had stood up while I tortured his colleague who was now lying on the ground clutching his crotch.

"What do ya think? Pretty creative right?" I snickered. "You're one psychotic little fucker aren't you?" The White Coat replied. "Oh, that's real funny comin' from the likes of you my friend" I snarled. "Let's dance motherfucker" I cheered sprinting at the White Coat.

He powered up his Tame Stick and swung at me, I side stepped narrowly avoiding it. I fired three punches in rapid succession. He wobbled backward, dazed but quickly regained his balance. I struck for another punch but as I went for another he threw my fist to the side and brought his Tame Stick down, I attempted to bat it away with my hand but electrocuted myself in the process.

I fell to the ground in a spasm. The White Coat laughed at me before kicking my lights out.


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