Test Subject

I wanted to scream, to cry, to yell, to kick, to punch, to beg, to die, to get out of here. I wanted to be home. "Now, now, subject F01, stop struggling. We must inject you with this serum if your wings are going to grow correctly." One of the whitecoats said. And I could feel the tears in my eyes. Wings? I didn't want wings. I wasn't an angel. I fought harder, yelling for help. How was I even here?

"No, no, no! I don't want wings! I don't want wings! No, no, no!" I muttered over and over as needles poked into my arms again and again, as the days dragged by. How long had I been here? Who knows. I was in a crate now. They had just put me in a dog crate that I had to crouch in. I sat there, pressed up against the back of the crate, my knees against my chest. I didn't like the wings that were growing on my back, slowly, painfully. It hurt so bad sometimes I cried myself to sleep.

I wanted it all to just end. Why couldn't I die? I looked at all the scars I had gotten from them constantly cutting me open, poking needles in my arms, running me through test.

Jeb walked in. I had gotten to know him over the past month I think he said, that I've been here. "So, how are your wings coming along?" He asked gently.

"I don't care!" I snapped back, tears in my eyes. "Please, just let me go." I whined in a small voice that I didn't recognize as mine. But it was. I needed to be strong, I couldn't cry in front of this horrible man.

"Not yet. We'll let you go, but not until we run some final tests to make sure your wings work." Jeb said, and then out of the dog crate I went.

Max

I was working on a project when Iggy walked up to me and took a seat. He slid out a piece of notebook paper and a pencil and set it in front of me before talking. "Look Max, I know we've been shaky over the year. But I'll always be your best friend and I want you to say the same about me." He said quickly.

I cocked my head to the side, looking at Iggy. I wanted to talk to him, but my voice was for Fang, and only Fang.

Okay I scribbled on the piece of paper, before going back to my research and jotting down notes. Iggy wrapped an arm around my shoulders.

"Max, you talked to Fang. I know you did. Why don't you talk to me? I mean, I know you loved him and everything but-" I slapped a hand over Iggy's mouth, shooting him a glare that he recognized as shut up before I make you and kept quiet. I turned back to the project I was working on, as Iggy stood up and left. I was loosing everyone, and it was all my fault.

When I got home, all I could do was clean the house and then lay on my bed. I hated to admit how lost I was without Fang. How depressed I was. Even more so now a days. I stared at my blank wall, wishing, hoping, praying that I'd see my Fangles again soon. But I knew I wouldn't.

I wished I could take it all back. I hoped he was living the dream wherever he was. I prayed for him constantly. My phone vibrated just then and I took it out and saw Iggy's number. I sighed and went to my pictures, smiling at all the stupid ones Fang had taken of us, of him, of me.

We both looked so happy, so care-free, so laid-back, and even in the pictures, I could see the love in Fang's eyes. I wish I would've seen that before I told him it wouldn't work. I wish I would've seen that before I let him go. I wish I would've seen that before I killed the only good thing in my life.

In the picture I was looking at, Fang smiled at the camera. Like, a perfect white smile, pure joy in his dark eyes as he held me bridal style. I remember Fang asked some guy to take the picture for us while I screamed and laughed.

It hurt too much to look at this perfect picture, this drop of honey in my lifeline of plain, but at the same time, I couldn't look away.

Hours flew by and I somehow brought myself to make dinner. I remembered the first time I tried, and had burnt everything horribly. I was beaten, broken, and bloodied by the time Jeb was through with me and ordered pizza instead.

Worthless, he had called me. Fang never treated me like I was worthless. He had treated me like a princess. His princess.

Stop thinking about him! I ordered harshly, setting Jeb's dinner on the table just as he walked in. he licked his lips and smiled at the food, sitting down and taking his fork and knife and cutting a piece of meat, chomping on it while I stood there, waiting for a reaction while I washed the pans and pots I had used to make dinner and put the leftover's in containers, placing them in the fridge. I didn't eat much, only when Jeb said I could. Which wasn't often because he would usually forget.

"Wow, it actually taste decent. Oh, you should whip yourself up a sandwich. How long has it been since you last ate a proper meal? A few days? But you're still struggling at night, scratch the sandwich." Jeb decided. I wanted to cry. Fang would've-

I cut myself off. No more Fang. Fang is no more. I can't keep thinking about him. I sighed inwardly and went upstairs to my room. I needed to get out of here. It had been a week since I had given up. I had tried to get away, he always found me because of the chip. It was pointless. I had given up completely. Except at night. I couldn't stand it. I still tried to stop it. I never could.

But now, there was no escape, there was no Fang, there was no Iggy, there was nothing good in my life anymore. "I give up." I whispered to myself, staring at my screen saver on my phone which just so happened to be a picture of Fang. "I'm sorry, Fang. But I give up. I can't fight this." I mumbled, laying there for a couple hours before the doorbell rang, and I could hear Jeb greeting his buddies.

Test Subject

I couldn't take it anymore. The way he talked about it like it was the weather. The other whitecoats would whistle and smirk and pat him on the back. It was sickening. Who would do something so corrupt to an innocent teenage girl? I didn't know until I met Jeb.

How could anyone promote this kind of behavior? And towards his own daughter? How could he talk about it so openly, as if it was nothing? I wanted nothing more than to scream at him. To get away, to go find her, make sure she was okay.

Two months. That's how long it took for my wings to grow to their full length of fifteen feet. And it hurt like hell! My wings still burned with pain as I rolled my shoulders and stretched them out to their full length in the courtyard of the school.

Jeb was the first to comment on how I should be able to fly with them well enough now and sent these horrible wolf-like creatures at me. I stumbled and ran like there was no tomorrow. "Fly you idiot!" Jeb snarled and I felt tears in my eyes as I tried to flap, the pain was too much and I stopped trying, collapsing on the ground, sucking in air, wishing it would all in as the erasers scratched and bit and snarled.

"Stop!" Jeb growled, walking up to me. "You're going to fly before the day is over, or everyone you know and love is going to die." A couple people ran through my head as I stood up shakily and flapped my wings some a bit. "I suggest a running start." Jeb said, suddenly patient. I didn't want to, but I had to, and so I took off, flapping my wings hard until I was in the air, soaring higher and higher.

It might have felt good if not for the endless, throbbing pain that ran through my wings. It was all too much for me to handle, once again, and I found myself spiraling towards the ground until I laid against the soft green grass, not even bothering to even attempt to land on my feet. The erasers growled and barked, but Jeb dismissed them and ordered that I be back in my crate, and the next thing I knew, I was being dragged away.

"No, no, no." I whispered under my breath. "I wanna leave."

"You'll leave, not now, not yet. But one day." Jeb called, and then the doors slammed shut and I wasn't outside anymore, I was in the building.

And a thought ran through my mind. One simple, pointless thought that shouldn't have affected me like it did. Max.

And with a new found determination, I went all Mexican Ninja on everything.