Chapter one! I hope you like! Please review, I could use some criticism!
Disclaimer: I don't own MR or the characters (besides Focus), but I do own the story line! :P
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Focus POV
I paced back and fourth, well, as much pacing as I could get in my very cramped dog crate sized cage, and glanced at the door. They aren't back yet, something bad happened, I kept thinking over and over again. By they, I mean Whitney and Wren. They are my best friends in our little group of misfits.
Let me back up a bit. My name is Focus. It's not my birth name, but for the life of me I can't remember what it actually is. When I was a young boy, maybe five, I was taken from my home and brought to this hellhole they call The School. They experimented on me, did painfully long and agonizing tests, and worst of all, grafted wings onto my spine. Yep, you heard me. Wings. I wasn't the only one they did this to, though. There are eight of us total. There are the twins, Whitney and wren, who were identical in every aspect except eyes and wings. Wrens eyes were a cloudy gray and Whitney's were brown. Their wings matched their eyes.
Then there is Jet. He is sixteen, like the twins. He has short, spiked up hair that is as black as his wings. He is the silent one of the group. He can talk, and even gets joy out of annoying people when he is bored by talking, but just enjoys silence more.
Koden and Halo are the youngest of the group, at ages ten and seven. They are like my younger siblings. Koden has this whole angelic feel to his look with pure with wings and curly blonde hair, though he sure doesn't act like an angel. He is a big goofball, and is filled with a shipload of energy. Halo is small and innocent with tawny brown wings.
The last two of our group are Cole and Mimi. Cole, who is best friends with jet, is the oldest of our group, (only a month older than me), being seventeen. His wings are a reddish brown, and are big and strong, just like his attitude. Mimi has brown wings, just like her hair, and what I find fascinating is that the tips of her hair and wings change color with her emotions.
We had grown up with each other, becoming the closest thing we had to a family. Which is why I am so worried now. The Whitecoats, the evil scientists that brought us here and turned us into freaks, took the twins while everyone was asleep. Well, everyone but me and Whitney. Her cage was placed next to mine, and we spent many nights up late whispering about everything and anything.
The twins kicked and screamed as they were dragged by their hair out of their cages by oversized, and quite ugly, Erasers. Erasers were human-lupine hybrids created by the Whitecoats for three purposes. To hunt, to torture, and to kill. I watched helplessly as they were KOed and hauled out of sight. That was hours ago and I am seriously beginning to freak out. What if something went wrong? What if they were dead?
"It'll be alright, Focus. They'll be fine." Whispered a tiny voice. I turned in the direction of the voice to see Halo staring at me from her cage across the room. Her green eyes glinted in the low light as she spoke again. "I can't hear either of them, but the Whitecoats that are testing them aren't thinking about them being dead. They should be bringing them back any minute now." She huffed out. Did you guess Halo's unique skill yet? No? I'll give you a minute to think about it. . .
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If you guessed mind reading, dingdingding, we found a winner! If you guessed anything other than that, you seriously need your common sense checked out.
"Thanks, Halo. I'm just a big worrywart, ya'know?"
She nodded and less than a second later the lab door creaked open. A skinny women, maybe in her early forties, with her hair tied up into a bun walked in, heels clicking on the linoleum floor with every step. Behind her, a massive Eraser wheeled in an unconscious Whitney and a barely conscious Wren. They both looked paler than usual. I glared at the women.
"What did you do to them?" I spat.
The women completely ignored me. "Place the sleeping one in the cage next to the Irish boy, and the other in the cage next to her." She instructed the Eraser. I was "The Irish boy" the Whitecoat was talking about. I had an Irish brogue, which always reminded me of home, though I can barely remember it.
The Eraser did as it was told and placed, and by placed I mean threw, each of them in their cages. The Whitecoat and the Eraser left without another word.
"Are they alright?" Jet asked, sticking his face in between the bars of his cage to get a better look.
"I'm not sure..." I trailed off, looking at Whitney. She looked so peaceful in her sleep, even though she just went through hours of probably painful tests. I glanced over her to see Wren leaning her back against her cage's bars, closing her eyes.
"Focus, maybe you should talk to Whitney, since Wren looks sorta out of it." Mimi spoke up, and I looked to her to see her tips turning a light shade of blue. I wonder what she is thinking... What Mimi meant by talk, was project myself into Whitney's dream so I could communicate with her. That was the strange ability I acquired after many gruesome experiments.
I glanced around the room to see the rest of the flock. Cole had narrowed eyes fixed on Wren, examining her condition. I knew that he liked her because I've been in a few of his dreams, but I sure as hell wasn't going to speak up about it. I like my body parts attached to me.
Koden was fiddling with his thumbs in the corner of his cage, looking a mix between serious and innocent. The same went for Halo, except she looked even more innocent (If that's even possible). Jet and Mimi were glancing at each other, then back to me, awaiting my answer.
I nodded and lied back, closing my eyes. I took a couple of deep breaths and began thinking of Whitney. I could picture her in front of me. Her long chocolate coloured hair that waved down and about, crowning her face. Her gleaming caramel eyes that always seemed to find mine. I could feel myself slipping in and out of consciousness as I picture myself getting closer and closer to Whitney's mind. Here I come, I thought to myself as the last shred of my consciousness fell away and I entered Whitney's dream.
Whitney POV
I made the mistake of glancing up, watching as pitch black clouds swirled feircly over my head. I wasn't sure how I got outside, and I honestly didn't care. I've always been terrified of thunderstorms, and being out in the middle of one was not helping at all.
In the blink of an eye, it began downpouring. My hair and clothes stuck to me as if they were made out of glue. I tried running, but there was nowhere to go. Lightning flashed and I screamed. Was this a test? An awful analysis to see what would happen if i was put out here?
Without knowing what else to do, I collapsed and began crying. I would rather be back in my cage, then out here in the middle of this monsoon.
"Whitney!" I heard a faint voice yell.
Great, now I'm hearing voices.
"Whitney! Look at me!" I heard the voice again, this time closer to me. It was so familar.
"Focus?" I questioned, looking up. There he was, my savior. He was running towards me, also soaking wet. I jumped up and met him halfway, embracing him in a tight hug. He held me back.
"You're dreaming Whitney!" He whisper-yelled in my ear. Was I really dreaming? "Think of a different place. This is you're dream, control it!" He prompted me.
I noded and closed my eyes, thinking of a nice, warm place. The rain stopped, and the furious wind became a gentle breeze. I glanced up at Focus, who was giving me his signature goofy smile. I let go of him and surveyed our surroundings. From what I could see, we were in a giant meadow of flowers. I was wearing a white dress and was completely dry, same for Focus except he wasn't wearing a dress. I laughed at that thought. Focus in a dress? Priceless.
He wore a white t-shirt and white pants, no shoes. I heard him chuckled.
"Typical Whitney. Flowers and sunshine." He mocked me by skipping about.
"Shutup! It was the first thing I could think of! Be happy I didn't think of you being mauled by a bear." I said with a grin.
He nodded and sighed, any trace of him being happy completely vanished. His hazel eyes narrowed and he put both his hands on my shoulders, examining me. "What did they do to you?"
What? Oh... Right. I had forgotten My sister and I were taken for examinations. I remembered the room they put us in, how we had to fight those other experiments. I shuddered.
"I...I really don't want to talk about it. It was so bad, Focus. So bad..." I trailed off, feeling the tears forming in my eyes. Foucs pulled me into a hug, whispering words of assurance.
"We're leaving, Whitney. Tonight."
*Hides behind my elephant pillow pet.* Was it decent? I really hope it was. It's the first thing that i've written in a while, and i'm a little rusty. I know i didn't have all the characters really in it, but there will be more of everyone in the next chapter. It's going to be switching POVs alot, so you can get a feel for everyone. Please review and tell me what i should change or make better! PM me with any questions! Thanks guys! :)
~Jellybean.