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The doctor's arm was covered in blood and entrails. After nine hours of surgery, he was finally finished. He hollowed out bones, moves around internal organs to make way for an air sac, and then added the final touch; the wings. The wings were the most complicated, and bloody part of the entire procedure, as the doctor has to peel away the boys skin and configure the shoulder muscles and tendons to bear the bulk of the new appendages. He also had to be extremely careful, as to not tear the blood vessels, or nerves. The wings aren't going to do the boy much good if he can't feel or move them. The boys entire body was covered in stitches in some way or another, reminding the doctor of Frankenstein's monster in a strange way - since he was technically Aswell's Monster. His face had two linear scars down through his eyes, and down his cheeks, as had to do some minor surgery on his eyes, and remove any fat he could find, including his cheeks. The boy had very little body fat!

The doctor sighed, exhausted. His bones were tired and stiff from such an arduous surgery - he was getting on in his years. The doctor had done his job, and he had patched the boy back up again. He tied bandages tight around Ichigo's mid-drift, starting from his hips, up to his neck, just before his chin, so that the wings could heal properly, adding extra bandages around the area where the wings were attached since that was the most fragile. After he had finished patching up the main wounds on Ichigo, he moved to adding bandages on the other wounds, taking special care to wrap the boy's eyes up. The doctor frowned as he wrapped the boy up, guilt slowly rising in his heart. He shook his head - he needed this job - the money would be more than enough to pay for his grandson's medical bills.

The doctor shouted for some assistance, his voice hoarse from being silent for such a long time. Two men entered the theatre, both dressed in lab coat similar to the doctor. Both stopped in sync and gasped slightly at the sight before them. However, the Dr's voice brought them back to reality. "You two, go get a recovery bed, then help me move him. Be careful, he's just fresh out of surgery!" The two nodded and hurried out of the door, and returned a minute or so later, bed in tow. They aligned the two beds then rushed over to help the doctor. After a minute or so of grunting and moaning, they managed to get Ichigo's limp body onto the recovery bed. He was still bleeding heavily. The doctor cursed and grabbed a needle and jabbed Ichigo's arm. "That should stop that..." the doctor whispered to himself, just as the flow became slower and slower until it was barely dripping.

The assistants wheeled Ichigo into a large, white room. It had a series of cages on the sides, the kind made for dogs, all about different sizes. Most were large, but there were a few smaller cages dotted in between them. They all emitted some kind of noise, be it human or otherwise. Inside the cages were children that had been mutated into some kind of hybrid, much like Ichigo. Some were successes…and some were not. There were two larger cages, at the side upper corner of the room, and they were the loudest of them all. Not because they were screeching, but rather the movement of the cage on the tiled floor. Inside the largest one was a lanky 14-year-old teenage boy. He had large blue, yet sightless eyes, that had a softness to them. His strawberry blonde hair was going in all directions, and his 6'2 body was tangled in the small space. He was not made to fit in a cage - not that anyone was, but due to his size, the cage was extra uncomfortable - the plastic cut into his skin, and his back ached. He grunted as he tried to find a position that wasn't too painful, as he moved all of his appendages - his wings becoming more uncomfortable as they were squished into an unnatural position. At last, his cage was silent. He was upside down, his legs curled up in a fetal-like position. He sighed before hoarsely whispering to the cage beside him. "Oi! Gasman! You awake?" He waited for a minute before a grumbling came from the cage beside him.

"Just…just five more minutes…" Gasman, (or better known as Gazzy), replied. The boy was only 8 years old, with his messy blonde hair, and dark blue eyes. He was moaning in his sleep, not actually paying any attention to the teen in the cage beside him. The teen let out a grunt and flung his weight to the side of his cage so that it hit the younger boys cage. With a yelp, the boy hit his head as he was woken so violently. "What the….what was that all about, Iggy?" He moved to that his face was pressed against the cold metal bars of his cage. "I can't believe we got caught. Again." He sighed and looked over at the older boy, and whispered. "What was it?" The teen was silent but instead pointed a finger over to the general area of the recovery bed, where Ichigo lay. The boys' voice was quiet and thoughtful. "That was just rolled in. And I want to know what it is." He sounded mildly frustrated. Gazzy pressed up against the bars, trying to get a better look. "Um.. there's a guy on a bed. Looks like a recovery bed, going by the bandages." He stopped, his eyes wide. "Gasman, what is it? You can't do that to me. Tell me, what's up there!" He was unusually snappy.

"Uh, Iggy? I think he's one of us. One of the Avian bird Hybrid's." He spoke slow, his little mind racing. "What? I thought you had to be born with the bird DNA? That doesn't make any sense. He should be…he shouldn't be there." The young kid took a deep breath. "Alright. We need to get out here, and quickly." His voice was low, yet gentle, with a hint of urgency. "Yeah, I thought so too.", Iggy replied. He paused. "How are we gonna get out? They took everything from us. Also…what about him? Are we taking him?" Iggy was quiet for a while, a deeply contemplative expression on his young face. "Okay, here's the plan." Gazzy watched as he explained the entire plan with his hands, in their own special code. "And he's coming with us."

Iggy braced himself, gritting his teeth. He started flapping his giant wings and screamed with all his lungs. Four burly guards came through the door and headed straight for Iggy's cage. As the guard unlocked the cage to beat him to silence, a foot was planted in the guard's face, a sickening cracking sound emitting throughout the room. The kick had caused the guards nose, and the majority of his teeth to break. As the guard roared in pain, Iggy made a dash out of his cage, straightening out his long body as he punched two of the guards straight in the face. "Not bad for a blind kid, right?" He chuckled for a second and then hit off the lock on Gasman's cage. He darted out, his wings spread out. Iggy's wings were also splayed out, ready to fly when needed. Gasman and Iggy both rushed over to where Ichigo was and gasped slightly when they saw him. Both cringed in sympathy. They knew that he was going to be in pain, whoever he was. Gasman ripped out the IV drip that was attached to the boy's hand, while Iggy placed Ichigo gently as he could on his back - it was difficult, but he managed it. Grabbing as many painkillers as possible, he shoved them in his pocket. "Poor guy's gonna need all the help he can get."

Suddenly Iggy started running, Gasman after him. Gasman screeched to a stop suddenly and looked back, a glint of sadness in his eyes, as he looked into all the other experiments. He really wished he could rescue them as well. "We'll be back! I swear! Just hold out until then!" He shouted before running after Iggy. They ran through corridors until they found what they were looking for. A supply closet. Gasman rushed in and grabbed some materials. A massive, mischievous grin was on his face. As he could hear the basics of what Gazzy was making, Iggy also grinned. He then flashed his fingers, gasman smiling more and more. They were far away enough for the other's not to be involved in their plan.

Iggy flapped his white wings, gaining air quickly, the younger joining him. They managed to get to the window before Gasman tapped Iggy's hand, then shouted with glee.

"FIRE IN THE HOLE!."

The explosion wasn't huge, but it was enough to send Iggy and Gasman into the air, Ichigo's body flopping around, but Iggy had a tight grip. They levelled out, doubled up in laughter. They gave each other a high five and grinned. Ichigo mumbled in his sleep, giving the pair a fright. They headed back to where they were taken, Yellow Stone Park. It took about 4 hours to reach that week's 'base' - which happened to be a large clearing in a forest. They landed a couple of meters away from the Flock, Iggy panting heavily. They never stopped for a break, so they were both exhausted. They walked slowly up to the clearing, just in time to see the Flock prepare to leave."Hey! Hey! Everyone!" Gasman rushed out in front, just in time. The group of teenagers cheered as they saw Gasman run towards them, grinning. Iggy was lagging behind, panting heavily.

Max, the leader of the group, was the first to answer. "We were just coming to rescue you! How did you get-? Oh, wait." Max wiped some debris off Gasman's shoulder. "I see." She smiled, kneeling down, and hugged Gasman, nearly crushing him in the process. "Where's Iggy?" Her voice was calm, but she was concerned. Even though she knew the teen could look after himself, she always worried. Gasman smiled and gestured behind him. "He's just…" He looked around before finishing off his sentence quietly. "…behind me." The clearing was bare. Gasman ran back, shouting. The teen replied quickly, but rather quietly. Gasman reached Iggy just in time to see him collapse, exhausted. The orange haired teen on his back had rolled onto his side, bleeding, and moaning. Max, Fang, Nudge and Total caught up just in time to see Iggy touch the ground. A crimson pool had appeared on Iggy's shoulder, a present from his passenger. They all shouted in unison.

Max jogged over to the lanky teen and sighed. He was just asleep. "Gasman…who the hell is he?" Her voice was dangerously calm. "Uh… he was in the School as well. I think they did something to him. We couldn't leave him there, could we?"

She walked over to the bleeding orange haired teen and gasped. Even if he was a stranger or an enemy, he couldn't do much in the state he was in. "We'll see what he is when he's awake and recovered. Come on, help me with him." Fang and nudge jogged over and reluctantly picked up the teens feet, while Max -very carefully - placed her arms under his armpits. They walked into the centre of the clearing, next to the dying fire. The sun had begun to set, drenching the group of mismatched teens in an orange glow. They gently placed him next to the fire to keep him warm and placed a spare blanket over him. Max sat down and sighed. "I'd better call Dr Martinez, shouldn't I? See if she can help him.. whoever or whatever he is."

She flipped open her disposable mobile and punched in a number. The dialling tone was interrupted by a chirpy voice. "Um, Dr Martinez? It's Max. I'm sorry to call you on such short notice…but we have a slight problem that I think you could help us with…if you don't mind, that is…"