Plan 13574

By Anne Walker

Experiments 001 and 0015 (called "Maximum" and "Hunter") will be set in one house with subject's mother.

Experiment 002 and 0025 ("Fang" and "Crystel") will be set in another house with their mother.

Experiment 003 ("Iggy") will be set with 001 and 0015.

Experiment 004 ("Nudge") will be set with her mother.

Experiments 005 and 006 ("Gasman" and "Angel") will be set with their parents.

All memory will be erased.

This will be to see if subjects will subconsciously interact even without previously given memories.

They will all be held in Mesa, Arizona, with security.

"Very good, Anne, I didn't know you had it in you," mused The Director.

Anne blushed, even though she was seething on the inside.

"The subjects are being captured as we speak. You may leave. This time, there will not be a problem."

Anne Walker walked away, wondering whether that was a threat, or a promise.


The flock was in a cave, again. As usual, Nudge was complaining that she was hungry, Fang was rummaging through backpacks, looking for food, Iggy was building a fire, Gazzy was building a bomb, and Angel was talking to Max.

Suddenly, everybody froze. The drone of flyboys filled the air, and a helicopter flew close behind.

Soon, every member of the flock was in a cage within the helicopter, half the flyboys had been killed, and the only thing left in a cave was a cookie crumb.


~Crystel's POV~

Hunter and I were in another cave, munching on granola bars. We had been out of the School for eight years now, alone for nine. Some scientist named Batchelder had bailed us out. He hadn't bothered to stay. We were fifteen now, and used to being hunted down. What we weren't used to though, was 150 flyboys sent especially for us.

"I feel so special," I muttered, as they droned on about how they were going to capture us because we were "needed" at the School.

Hunter smirked as he melted some poor flyboy. We're "Element Hybrids," so that means we have control over something that is natural. I have darkness and emotions, and Hunter has energy and truth, a.k.a. he can tell when you're lying. That's the reason why we're such good liars, and the reason he can melt flyboys.

As the flyboy count became 100, I felt myself being surrounded. They grabbed me and threw me into a sack. Yay, I get a sack instead of a cage. If you didn't notice, that was sarcasm.

"You okay?" Hunter asked as he was tossed next to me.

Shrugging, I asked, "You?"

"Fine," he said. Then, "Oh, and by the way, I can tell you were lying about being okay."

Shoot. "So were you," I defended. He stared skeptically at me, and I could tell he wanted me to tell him what was wrong. "Broken arm and leg," I said, giving in.

His eyes flashed with concern as he said "Broken wing and ankle."

A flyboy noticed we were talking, and injected us with some serum. Before I could even look at the flyboy, I was out cold.


A/N: This story will mostly be in different peoples' point of views. If you have any questions about the story, just send me a message.

Thank you to: lunarecplise3, and Kaitie McDonahue for their awesome reviews.

Also, I borrowed Hunter's name from Sleepwalker418, because I can't imagine Max having a twin that's not named Hunter after reading her stories. If you're looking for something to read, check them out.

-wr63