I HAVE 26 REVIEWS! faints I'm still review deprived growls I luff the people that continue again and again to put up with my insanity. As you may have noticed, I've switched on and off between POVs, but from now on it will be written entirely from Max II's mind. Hopefully…

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The next day I began my training. Actually, they called it training, I called it… Well, fill in the blank. My first "Task" was horrible. They lead me out into a glass dome. The dome was huge, easily the size of one and a half football fields. The dome was made of clear plastic, and it had metal wires running through it. (I later learned they were electric…ouch.) I could see whitecoats, Ann, and Jeb sitting together at a desk. They were watching me. I was raised up high on a platform. Ari was on it with me. We finally reached the top of the dome. If I stood on my tiptoes, and raised my hand up high, I could touch the smooth cool glass of the ceiling. Then, Ari broke the silence.

"Sorry."

He said, then, without any warning, he shoved me off the edge. My mind was whirling as I fell through the empty air. My arms flailed out, looking for something to grab a hold of. I knew I was going to hit the ground. I screamed. The ground came rushing towards me, then I heard a voice. In my head. Speaking to me.

Your wings, Max

My wings! I unfurled them painfully, struggling to fly, to get used to this odd movement. Flying was amazing. For the first time since I had woken up in the white room, a smile graced my lips. An odd, bubbaling joy filled me from somewhere inside me. I got the hang of it. I liked it. But as I will learn now (and later) things I like, don't last long. Suddenly, shouts filled the large dome. Alarmed, I looked down, only to have fear fill me. Wolf mutants, swarms of them filled the room.

They had wings. They flew up towards me, growling. Their sharp teeth and nails made my stomach turn. They looked like regular people ever so slightly in the face, but the rest of their body had strong, powerful muscles and fur. In other words? I had no chance against them.

I could barely see as I was pushed against a wall. My arm touched a wire, the sharp jolt of electricity filling me with pain. I screamed out, fearful. How could they do this? I didn't know anything about them. I hadn't been trained. It was infuriating, how they gave me an ounce of freedom, then took it away. Right there I thought would be the last of my painful yet short life. Then, a whistle blew, and all the erasers went back from where they came from. My wings felt like lead, I fell, landing in a heap on the floor. Luckily the floor had some sort of odd mattress thing, so I wasn't hurt. I was just tired. And sad. And lonely.

The rest of the day was spent in more simple tests. It seemed like all day I was either exercising or being poked at with a needle. I wasn't allowed to eat if I didn't cooperate. The result: I was sore, upset, confused, hurt, tired, hungry, and all around not good. When I was released back to my room, I fell on my bed, to drained to speak. As I lay there, nightmares ran through my head. I heard the mysterious voice again, but I was to weary to wonder about it.

There's always tomorrow

Yeah, right.