Hey, ladies and gents, it's nice to finally meet you guys! I've been wanting to write fanfiction for a while now, so I was thinking: why not do a fanfic about the badass Maximum Ride? This is my first story, I've been writing since I was...in 5th grade? Maybe earlier, I don't know. But I have some experience in writing, I've just never published it like this! I hope you guys enjoy it and please R&R!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of Maximum Ride (if I did, it would've been made into a movie by now), all of it is owned by none other than Sir JP.
I hated this smell. It burned the inside of my nose and made my head swim with a heavy intensity. It's only ever this strong when you're somewhere with doctors, IVs, and itchy hospital beds.
Or, in my case, scientists, sedatives, and steel examination tables.
I'd known I hadn't been here long. Perhaps a week or two. But that was long enough to realize that this place didn't give you lollipops after giving you a shot. No, the shot was most likely filled with pain killers and you're just hoping they kick in before the real fun begins.
When I had first woken in here, the scientists had already taken everything. My clothes, my shoes, even the cheap earrings that Nudge forced me to wear the morning I was kidnapped (Yes, kidnapped. How else do you think they got me to stay in a high-security facility where they run tortuous tests on kids as young as 2? It definitely wasn't willingly, I'll tell you that). They set me on an examination table and took their sweet time sticking a bunch of needles in and electrodes on me. Then, they proceeded to write in their notes, only glancing up with cold, calculating stares to take notice of my physical appearance and the machines that told them about my internal functions.
I don't remember much after those long, grueling hours of examining, or at least, my brain didn't want me to. From the way my 'everything' aches, I know it was painful. Very painful.
"Is it prepped for submersion?" As I came back to my nearly nonsensical senses (try saying that five times fast), I cracked open my eyes a centimeter of an inch and noticed the two scientists discussing my condition just to the right of my exam table.
"The anesthetic and all the numbing agents are just starting to take effect. The only thing it needs is to pass out and then we'll proceed to do the endotracheal intubation." I mentally rolled my eyes when the two scientists shook hands and smiled excitedly at each other.
Cheeky bastards. You think I don't know this is wrong? You think you can just make me pass out and 'proceed' to submerge me in that huge glass tank (which I now just noticed, thank you very much) for the 'evolution of humanity'? No, sirree. I'm not going down with a fight, and you are not sticking one of those big-ass tubes down my throat again (I know what endow-thingy-majig means)!
When they finally unstrapped me from my exam table, one of the male scientists lifted me into his arms and started to carry me up…steps? His shoes were making a clanking noise from hitting against, what I can only describe as, metal, grated stairs. I took a slow, shallow breathe before trying to use my arms, legs, and/or whatever was attached to my back, to get away from the male scientist.
The thing (or, more like 'things') attached to my back seem to be the best contenders, but I was only hovering ten feet above the solid ground before realizing I was hovering and fell to the floor in a heap of defeat, tears, and…
Feathers?
I saw my hand shakily reach for a long, tawny feather and pinch the end of it. Dazed, I held the feather up to eye level and the things attached to my back involuntarily twitched.
I looked past the feather. Past the approaching footsteps of the scientists.
And looked at the ominous silhouette of my wings cast over the length of the floor and blacked out.