OK Hi I know its been a while but I am still in school and am very busy. I'll be posting more and more as school ends. Ill also be starting some more stories soon. I have my next chapter ready just need to put it up which I will after this one. Look forward to lot of pain.
I own nothing but Marleigh. I unfortunately do not own Maximum Ride or Tazers. Yet ;D
Ok I have a question. You know how some people have characters that stay with them when they write Authors Notes like these?(Like Saint has Fang?) Do you think I should get one? I'm not trying to copy them but I need someone to Gibbs-Slap between posts. Who should I do I think either Percy Jackson, Zuko or Sam or Dean Winchester. Any suggestions?
Any way here's my story. Enjoy ^.^
_________________________________________To live or Die by the Pen_____________________________________________
I found out a lot of things in the next few minutes. First the horrible screeching sound was in fact me, as I thought my head was being split apart. Second high security evil prisons do indeed watch their little mutants and quickly send out even eviler scientists and blood hungry erasers after them. Thirdly, my head hadn't exploded, had this been a happier reality that would have been a good thing. But living in this screwed up world o' mine that just meant I could go through it again.
The pain was just starting to throb away when I cracked open my eyes. I was blinded for a moment, the harsh fluorescents sending spots across my eyes. I blinked as fast as I could and the spots faded and the world came back into view. In front of me stood a crowd of whitecoats holding back Erasers of various sizes, all with hungry eyes.
The thing that caught my eye was not the angry erasers or evil scientists but a shimmer behind it all. A bubble surrounded me and a few surrounding cages. It was virtually colorless but was shimmering like a mirage and flashing like an oil spill. It looked like a giant bubble, very weak. Where scientists and Erasers had entered there were large ragged holes. I wasn't the only one who was noticing. A few of the white coats had started to notice too.
The one called Mason was taking particular interest. His eyes were shining and he was smiling. He shouted "Yes it worked!" .
In a quieter tone he said to one of the others holding a clipboard "Note that the introphimal dizectma was weak but other than slight raise in the blood sugar of subject 13, patient seems unharmed." He gestured to Reilly, and he made his way over to my cage. Normally this would have been a good time to get another kick into Reilly's face and make my life in hell a little better, but still recovering from whatever the heck had happened to my head I could barley use my fingers yet alone my leg.
I wasn't in too much pain too feel Reilly's nails digging into my arms painfully as he pulled me out. Ari whimpered in the cage next to me. I was tied down to another metal table. Again they tied me down with thick black straps. I feebly struggled as they brought out a large syringe filled with a dark liquid. Reilly came over and with an evil look stuck it into my arm.
s soon as it was in I was awake. It was like being dunked into a pool of ice water. I was suddenly awake, every trace of weariness from my body. Then the liquid started moving through my bloodstream. As soon as it touched the first cell it burned like liquid fire.
It moved slowly and painfully through my system. The past moment of calm was immediately erased from my mind. In fact most everything else was gone from my mind. When it had spread through every vein and reached my brain it reached a peak. IT was like the feeling before like my head was splitting in two. My body convulsed violently in pain trying to curl up but unable to move much.
The straps cut and chafed into my skin. With the same wrenching feeling and a horrible scream my head seemed to explode again. This time when the bubble or whatever the heck it was expanded it was thicker, and as I saw it grow it pushed over paper and ruffled it as if a light wind had blown over it. The scientists pushed through the bubble it did not leave holes.
Whatever it was it was getting stronger. I was grateful as they undid my straps and pushed me back into the cage whimpering. I could have sworn I saw Reilly smiling as I crumpled into a heap at the bottom of my cage. Mason was talking into a little recorder" the introphimal dizectma has grown in diameter, thicker, and is taken a distinct shape, Ready to up the dosage. Subject is almost ready for field testing and Canis training." Turning to Reilly" get an IV going up the Mezalcafamine. Raise the dosage to 44 mil. We need her ready for Canis training tomorrow."
Reilly brought a new bag filled with a clear liquid and an IV needle. I could barley lift my head to see him come. He roughly grabbed my arm and stuck the needle in the crease of my arm. Refilling the IV bag, he glared at me and pulled on the cord making pain shoot up my arm. As soon as the liquid started to drain down the tube the feeling returned. Like fire shooting through my veins.
What the Hell is wrong with me? The Whitecoat induced pain was nothing new having been through this my whole life, but a big bubble thing coming out of my head??? That was the last thought I had before it reached my brain. My head went lax like being on painkillers, everything slid together. My arms went loose as pain shot through my head like an ice pick. It throbbed and lights flashed behind my eye-lids.
A shattering feeling filled my head and the black clouds streaked with white lightning flashed behind my eyes. At the peak the familiar release, like letting the air out of a balloon. Followed by a sucking sound and all the pain was gone. I cracked my eyes open to see the familiar bubble. It was smaller than the other times, only filling my cage. I experimented and poked the transparent shimmering sphere. It stretched around my finger like rubber.
I pulled my hand back and tried in a different spot. It responded to my touch moving like I had pushed it. Huh. I tried again with force, my hand hit against the bars of my cage but the bubble shot out past Ari's cage ruffling his hair.
This, now that I noticed, had gotten a lot darker, and kind of shaggy. It hung in his eyes which were yellowish. The pupils were weird too. Elongated, like a, well a wolf. The scientists had been taking him away every day and each time he came back different. He kept getting bigger and bigger. He was almost as big as me, which isn't saying much with the slop they feed me, but is big for a 3 year old.
They were doing horrible things to him and I couldn't do anything about it. OR could I? I glanced down at my hands and then looked at my bubble. I tried pushing again it flew out toward the outer wall.
The papers on the table moved like a strong wind and flew against the wall. The stayed there suspended against the brick. I moved my hand back and they fell to the table. I swore inwardly, and slammed a fist onto the metal grate that was my home.
My shield (as I was beginning to think of it as, because I knew I could protect me and Ari with it) hit the bars and they started to bend back with a screech. I jumped back banging my head on the bars behind me.
Years of torture had made me jumpy for some reason and I expected someone to jump out and hit me. After a moment I got to my knees and placed my hand along the bars. In one spot the metal had broken disconnecting the metal.
It sliced my finger. I stared at the red blood blossoming along my finger. I smiled in amazement, a movement that felt strange and foreign on my face. All fear was replaced with sheer determination burning like a fire. I felt stronger than I ever had, like all my bones were replaced with steel.
I could do this I could save myself and Ari and get my revenge. I didn't exactly know how but I was going to or die trying.
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