Me: Chapter 4!

Gasman: No! So close!

Me: Ha! I win this time! I-

Angel: Cut-off.

Me: $#%#$%&*^%#!

Chapter 4: I Believe I Can Fly?

There was blood everywhere. My blood. My own blood, soaking wet, on the cart, the bedding, my hospital gown. Next, I noticed the cuffs were still on my arms. I wriggled them to try and get free, but no luck. On the bright side, I could still move them. And I felt…different. Stronger, almost. But there was something on my back, connected to it. Like arms or something. Did those lab rats give me a second pair of arms? I was going to freaking kill them! "Ahhh!" I screamed, as the painkillers began to wear off. Man, it was excruciating, like someone was holding a torch to my shoulder blades. A midget lab rat walked in. He turned to me and smiled. "The specimen is awake." He said. I was furious. "Specimen?" I called. "You're the specimen! What did you do to me?" He smiled calmly. "Oh, trust me, generation 99 has many specifications." I was stunned. Generation 99? Specifications? I decided to remain silent. He continued. "Currently, there are only 36 generations of specimen that we have released to the public. However there are now 64 generations, you being the first of the 64th, that we have not yet released. This is because there are still minor…chinks to work out." My temper rose. "The only flaw here is you! You still haven't answered me! WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME?" He seemed unfazed. "Ah yes," He said. "In order to carry out the blueprint design of the generation 99 mutant, we needed precise measurements. When we heard that you were born, we realized you were the perfect size, weight, and health. We needed you. But your mother did not cooperate.

"After many years, we have finally found you-or rather, you found us-and now we have built the first generation 99 specimen. Now if you wouldn't mind, we would like to test some of your features. Spread your wings." I growled, but in the back of my mind something nagged at me. Wings? What does he mean wings? "I do mind!" I screamed. "And I don't want to be a part of this freak show any longer!" And with that, I broke free. I got up, grabbed that scientist by the neck, and lifted him off the ground. "Now, listen to me well," I growled coolly. "You are going to tell me where the exit is, or I will squeeze your neck until your face turns purple. Do you understand?" Frantic, he nodded, fear I his eyes. "Good. Now, tell me. Where is it? And I may spare you." He lifted a bony finger and pointed down a stairwell to my left. "Thank you." I said, and I let go, his limp body falling to the floor. He gasped for air. Meanwhile, I heard footsteps coming up the stairs, angry shouts echoing down the hallway. I looked around for an exit. Nothing, except for a window. I opened it, looked down, and saw that I was really high up, the cars below like ants on a hill. "Spread your wings." I remembered him saying. Why did I keep thinking of that? "Maybe he was right." I thought out loud. "Maybe I do have wings!" I concentrated on moving the muscles extending from my back. When I felt I could control them, I pushed outward, and out of my hospital gown grew two long, sleek, black wings, dark as the night sky. I shook them around, and the feathers shifted a bit. "Too cool." I whispered under my breath, gaping in awe. The angry voices sounding noticeably closer jolted me awake. "I have no choice!" I said, looking out the window. I breathed in deeply, feeling some sort of air sacs in my lungs. "To help me breath while flying." I guessed, running up to the window. "Here I go!" I shouted. And with that, I jumped out the window, angry lab rats just arriving on the scene where I was. All right, I thought. Now flap! The ground began to rush up at me. Flap, dammit, FLAP! I moved my muscles in an awkward up and down motion, and I slowly began to rise. I was flying!

Me: Next chapter soon. And don't forget to rate the story! It is your civic duty to your country.