Heya! For any of you who actually care, so so so so sorry for not updating! Please leave a review, etc., And please give me suggestions on what the OC's name should be, because she will get a name. I don't own Max Ride, Mr. Awesome Patterson does.
(Max POV)
I was having a bad day. I mean, if getting violently removed from the bird cages that I was violently forced into wasn't enough, the whitecoats had to force all of us to climb barbed wire fences to see how fast we would recover from the 'exercise.' And yes, I was seriously downplaying the bad language. Oh, and just to make it worse, little traitor Jeb was there. My entire flock-and a girl who had mysterious amnesia and was probably a spy for the whitecoats- was stuck in a place that made me want to retch just thinking about it. So, yeah, for all those who are keeping track for the record books, this one is a mega-whopper.
Anyway, the whitecoats moved us from the cages. They led us through room after room and through a back door until we stood in a small back yard. We were outside. I could feel it in every fiber of my being, every breath that I took, not to be poetic or anything. There was a huge fence weaved with barbed wire that looked large and threatening. There were whitecoats surrounding me tightly, making sure I didn't even have the opportunity to think of escape, and I was feeling more and more claustrophobic. Fight or Flight, Fight or Flight! My brain was yelling at me. I had to make a decision, had to do something.
-don't mind me, I'm just a little line break-
(OC's POV)
My hands hurt. A lot. Really, what was wrong with these people? What had happened that was so bad in their childhood that it forced them to turn into evil scientists that wanted to tear you apart just to see what happened? Just wondering.
After climbing the 'death fence,' they just returned us to our cages. I think that is what scared me most. I mean, Max and her gang seemed to expect something else, but. Nothing. Else. Came. It was like the silence before Armageddon.
When we got back to the cages, I practiced again. And again. And again. I was trying to either scrunch the bars enough that I could slip through, or to mutilate the lock. I wasn't trying very hard on the first idea, as that would probably take so long that I would be moved to a different cage before I could finish it. But the thing is, this is a huge lock. It's probably both of my hands put together, and I wasn't having much luck. Every time I tried, I got so tired I could barely do anything on it before I passed out from exhaustion. My hands were bloody. The lock was bloodier. I put everything I had into it. All of my confusion from my missing memories, all of my anger at the stupid scientists, all of my hope and irritation and curiosity about the other people was poured into it. I felt it dent. Then bend, then twist, and I imagined that the lock would just melt into the bar next to it. Then it happened. The lock was gone perfectly fine. The scientists weren't even watching. I mean, thy had been watching us for weeks and must have eventually gotten bored out of their minds. They didn't notice as I slowly moved the door forward. My hands were shaking. I was free. Max was staring at me, but she seemed more confused than scared. How had I done that? I didn't know, but I did know I was free.
