Author's Note: Hi guys! Thank you so much for reviewing! Keep it up and we'll be at 100 in no time. So, Subject F200o4xX, A.K.A Foxx is Bookrain's idea, so is many of her descriptions. I absolutely love Foxx and I hope you guys will too! Please let me know if you have any story ideas, thoughts and opinions. I'm not quite sure where I want the story to go, so it would be a huge help. Happy reading, thanks. XOXO- Skai.

I was wandering aimlessly around the School's darkened hallways. There wasn't much else to do when it was 3:00am and you can't sleep and I wasn't allowed to see Fang unless they specifically told me so.

I ran my hand down the wall beside me as I walked, the cool, smooth surface was nice against my fingertips. Everything was quiet, except for the constant buzzing of lights and technology. Those would always be there.

No erasers or scientists were insight, they were all probably tucked away into their cages and labs. All prisons of some form or fashion, although many of them did deserve it. By that time, my legs had grown tired from hours of walking. I slid down onto the floor, my spine pressed against the wall.

I sat in place serenely for a while. Just breathing and trying not to think. I was drawn out of meditation by soft footsteps. So soft most people wouldn't have noticed them, but heightened bird kid senses tended to do that to you.

I opened an eye and glanced up. Before me stood a young girl. She couldn't have been older than ten, with rust-colored curls and large brown eyes that reminded me of a doe.

She had an angular face that was all shadows and light. A smattering of freckles marked her cheekbones and nose cutely. Her skin was pale, probably from years of never seeing the light of day. Scars, thin and large, delicately drawn and ferociously slashed, covered her skin.

I couldn't help but grin when I saw the fox ears; they were almost hidden by her hair but they were still visible, pointing daintily. A tail swished behind her excitedly and her head was cocked to the side. Animalistic, that's the word I would use to describe her. She wasn't beastly, but she was animalistic in every way.

"Who are you?" She asked curiously. I smiled at her, "I'm Skylar. And you are?" "I'm Foxx, with two X's," Foxx replied. "Okay Foxx with two X's," I began. "How old are you?"

Her eyes narrowed with suspicion, "You first." I answered, true and honest, "I'm probably sixteen by now, almost seventeen." "I'm nine," Foxx told me. "What can you do?" She tilted her head once more in question.

"What do you mean?" I asked. She gave me a pointed look, "Everyone here has something weird about them, what is your weirdness." I laughed, my first real laugh since I'd been at the School.

I stood up and repositioned myself so I could open up my wings. My wings were sore, but I still managed to expand them fully. "Pretty," Foxx remarked plainly. My grin widened, and so did hers.

"I can also do this," I raised both of my palms, a flame flickered above one, and an ice crystal formed on the other. "Show off," she joked with a crooked grin. "Probably not as impressive as fox ears and a tail," I complimented

"Don't forget amazing intelligence, the ability to solve complex puzzles and math most adults can't even begin to comprehend," her voice was quiet, I could tell she wasn't normally very chatty.

"How could I forget that?!" I found myself chuckling once more. She joined me, her laughter sounding like soft barking. Once it died out, we were both silent. Foxx leaned back against one of the walls, examining me and assessing a possible threat.

Suddenly, she kicked off from the wall. Her nose was upturned, I realized she was sniffing. She then slid into the shadows of another corridor silently until I could no longer see her. I was prepared to go after her when I heard two rough voices, so scratchy they sounded more like a growl. Erasers.

It was obvious they were restraining themselves from talking to me, sneering at me. Besides for a menacing glare, they continued on. I realized they were making rounds, searching the place. Only several minutes until after they had gone into another part of the building did Foxx reappear. "Why are they looking for you?" I asked her.

Foxx's gaze shot down to her scars. The image was haunting. The innocent little girl growing up in a place like the School, erasers and scientists poking and prodding at her. Had I ever looked like that? I wondered silently. I got down onto my knees to look her in they eye, she was only about 4 foot 10 inches. My 5 feet 7 inches seemed to dwarf her.

Finally Foxx answered, "The same reason I have these scars." I didn't press or try to get anymore information, despite how much I wanted to know so I could have even more of a valid reason to pick a fight with those erasers. Foxx had gone through enough. I forced a smile that I hoped looked genuine, "They won't ever hurt you again, not while I'm here?"

"Don't," she demanded quickly. "Don't. You'll only get hurt. Nobody needs to get hurt for me." I remained silent before deciding on a response, "I'm going to help you, whether you want me to or not. If they come looking for you, find me. Here, I'll show you where my room is." She looked slightly confused but didn't shy away from me.

I slowly reached for her hand, making sure she was fine with me touching her. She nodded and I gripped her hand as I stood. Quietly, we made our way through the shadows and corridors within the School until we reached my room. "This is it."

"You have a room?" Foxx opened the door after looking back at me for assurance. Of course, Fang had told me when we had talked. In my childhood, I had gotten luxuries and torture. In the Flock's and his, they had gotten cages and neglect. Foxx must've have received the same treatment as them.

She meandered around the room, her hands briefly skimming the bed and the desk and the walls. I watched her closely as she turned to me. "Thank you, no one has ever been this nice to me," Foxx said. I replied, "Of course."

Foxx then began to glance hurriedly around her, "I need to go before the lights come on, I'm not allowed unsupervised when the lights are on." She darted nimbly out the door, easily navigating the labyrinthine hallways.

When I tried to fall asleep, I couldn't. My head was filled with images of young girls enduring trials, surgeries, erasers, and fear. One was familiar, one was new.

Morning:

I awoke only having gotten a few minutes of sleep. Jeb was hovering above me, holding out yet another outfit of white clothes. "Put these on, we have a meeting in fifteen minutes," he instructed before swiftly striding out of the door.

I dressed and brushed my hair and teeth in the vanity sitting in the corner of the room. It had a sink, a toothbrush and hairbrush sat neatly placed on the table portion. Luxuries, the word echoed hollowly in my brain. I knew what I had to do.

I stood in the middle of the room, unmoving. Jeb rushed in. "What are you doing?! We have to go," he ushered. "I'm not going anywhere," I challenged. The thought of Fang set a pang of fear through me but I wasn't going to give in.

A calm reached his eyes, "You do know what you're doing?" I nodded, "I'll go with you and be the perfect little mutant when you give Foxx a room next to mine, identical, maybe with even more in it." He was glancing at his wrist watch as he asked, "Foxx?"

I described her, "Curly brown hair, brown eyes. A fox tail and ears, ring any bells?" I was skating on thin ice, but maybe, just maybe, it would work. "You mean Subject F200o4xX."

"I'm talking about Foxx," I retorted. "A room for her or nothing from me." "We have Fang," he warned. "It's one more room, one more mutant, and it sure would make me so much happier around investors," I supplied. Jeb's face was growing red and impatient, "Foxx can get a room. Got it? Now we have to go."

I couldn't help the grin that spread over my face. "Deal." I went through the meetings and tests with more effort, more determination.

The investors were more than impressed before they pledged their money to the School. I was helping the School and just the thought of it was sickening. But I was also helping Fang, and Foxx.

When I was taken into the lunch hall, I saw Fang. I had looked for him but he was never there, this time he was. Our eyes met and I couldn't bring myself to look away.

When I finally did, I looked up at Jeb, who was standing next to me. His eyes were still shining with joy at the amount of money I had earned. He nodded, not even truly considering my request. I rose from my seat and jogged to Fang.

I hugged him, tightly, and he returned the favor. His arms were wrapped strongly around my torso as I whispered to him, "There's a little girl named Foxx. She's moving into a room next to mine. Can we take her with us if we ever get out?"

"We will get out," he murmured into my neck. "And we'll help her when we do." I sighed with relief and tried to memorize Fang, not knowing when I would be able to see him next. The way his arms held me and his dark eyes glinted in the light.

Author's Note: So about the little prize for the 100th reviewer, I'm just doing a little thing where the 100th reviewer can give me a plot idea, can write a paragraph or a bit more for the next chapter, or can create an OC which has to be a sibling of Foxx's but they don't have to look similiar or anything like that,) for the story. The rules are, no lemons, it has to make sense with the rest of the story, and has be to appropriate for a few of the younger readers, no cursing. Then let me start off by saying, thank you all so much for reviewing and following and favoriting. It is seriously the most amazing feeling for me when I get to read your reviews. I love getting story ideas from you and hearing about all your opinions and thoughts. Also, please don't wait until you're the 100th reviewer, that defies the whole point and I'll do another little prize for every 50th review. Happy reading! Thanks. XOXO- Skai.