A/N sorry for the delay in updating but I have been busy and I seem to have been neglecting my stories, also if I don't update quick enough its because of my exams, work and the bloody doctors. But I will try so enjoy as always. =]

Chapter 15

I was in a cell again. Chained up by wrists and ankles to a wall. I couldn't fight anymore, I was as useless as a new born baby. Whatever their experiment was meant to do, it hadn't done it. In the end I had lost all of the power and strength in my mind. Rendering me a waste of space.

Jethro was useful to them now, he was helping restrain the experiments, soon he would be obeying orders to kill them. He was becoming one of their favoured experiments. He would survive, maybe that had been his plan. But I didn't know if I wanted to. I was still scratched up, bruised and bloody from the experiments they had put me through recently, trying to put me in extreme situations to see if I could bring out that special power they wanted for so much destruction.

But that was just a waste of time, money and resources. Today was the day I'd die. I had been slated for termination. I had been used as much as they could, and according to them I was a failure experiment since I was created. I wasn't even meant to live beyond a week, yet I had lived till now and they said I should be proud of that. They were laughing when they told me.

I was now in the Arena, the centre of the labs, where experiments fought to be the best of the best, to the death, and sometimes, where useless experiments were thrown in to be dinner for another experiment. The Arena had tiny metal antechambers, with reinforced glass walls for the guards and scientists to see out of, the main Arena was huge, bigger than the antechambers together, it had a metal floor coated in sand, and rows of seats built up around it with bullet proof glass for the watcher protection. Sometimes I thought this was all just a sport to them, making experiments fight each other till the death. Sky said it was what gladiators in Rome use to do, hence why the compound was given the name the Arena.

In my cell I kept looking down at my right side, they had branded me so there would be no mix up. Not literally branded, but in a way, they had given me a tattoo of a feather with a section at the tip missing, the floating pieces formed tiny birds in the distance. The tattoo was meant to be a mark to show that I was one of the failure bird experiments and no longer needed, but the man who had laughed grinning while drawing with the needle, he had said "Even if you die, this will be a piece of art. At least your flesh is worth something."I was nothing but a canvas to him, nothing but a weapon to the scientists once upon a time, now I was nothing but a broken toy. Even if I didn't like the man who had branded me, I couldn't deny that the tattoo wasn't pretty. It was definitely nice and I liked it, I just wished that I could have gotten it when I wanted it. But it made my skin look raw and red, the inking made me look bruised.

Clangs of metals signalled my executioners arrival. I didn't fight as they dragged me out of the cell and down the hallways to one of the small Arena's. I would see Azra, Chase and Sky soon, I was certain they had died in the mountains. I heard the Wing Beaters talk about how they had fun massacring the place and counting up the bodies. They had left no one alive.

I was thrown into the Arena with a bear experiment and a tiger looking one. The Wing Beater called Lash smiled at me as he slashed my side with his clawed hand. Blood began to drip steadily. I thrashed trying to somehow fight this, but I was weak. I had gone through three days of experiments and no food. I was only allowed water and my energy was leaking further away from me.

It was no use and the minute I was thrown in the Arena, the experiments attention was directly on me. That's why he cut me, they were hungry and now they were going to be spurred on by the scent of blood. I cried and screamed as the creatures launched at me. Claws and teeth battered me and sank in deep. In the end I was reduced to a curled up ball as they used me as a live chew toy. My arm was munched on by the bear and I screamed as bones snapped and mashed together. I just let myself go to the pain even when they got bored and curled up to rest for a while. I wasn't sure what I was going to do it truly looked like I had no way out of this, it was all one huge game of cat and mouse, and I was the poor mouse that was being toyed with.

I was back at the Arena, I had been back for days now, I think, or maybe weeks or months. It was nearly impossible to tell there were no windows, I ached to see the sun or the moon again. I would never see it in this depressing hell hole, I was probably going to die without another taste of freedom.

I curled up tighter and ignored the blood that ran down my shredded arm. The experiments in the room had left me to be, the bear looking one was dozing slightly, the tiger striped one was licking my blood off its fur. I was surprised I was still alive.

I moved slowly to grab the end of my top so I could place it over my bleeding wound. The tigers ears perked in my direction, it nudged the bear and they both slowly stalked me. I hesitantly moved backwards, pushing with the heel of my foot to get away. The tiger moved so quick, it pounced on my back and started tearing at my baby wings, I cried out and tried to bring them in tighter to my back to limit the damage. The bear knocked me with its huge paw/hand, I felt the curved claws hook into my cheek and rip. My tears mixed with blood and I made a desperate attempt to run out of their reach.

I could run no where though, I was trapped in a cage like room with these mindless fiends till they killed me. I felt teeth and claws drag at me and pull my flesh sharply. I closed my eyes and thought of Sky and Chase. Please let them be okay. I'm so scared but they are never afraid, I want to be brave like my brother and sister. I should be able to fight, I shouldn't hide and cower in fear. I proved them wrong for years, they expected me to die and I had survived to spite them. Now I couldn't fight, as much as I hated the fact, I was still only a four year old girl.

Suddenly the two snarling beasts were thrown off of me, safe arms picked me up and I was quickly dashed out of the door. I looked up to see Sky scared face. She had tears running in streams down her eyes. "Hang on Max, we're nearly there." She panted.

The world suddenly tilted and I went flying out of Sky's arms, she went down and screamed, I faintly registered the sound of a gun shot.

I went to go back to Sky to help her up, but cruel hands yanked me up by my hair and regardless to my wounds strong arms squashed me against a chest.

I looked around and my heart skipped a beat. Wing Beaters.

They dragged Sky back to the cage room and locked her in with the tiger and bear experiments. The Wing Beater who held me pressed my face against the glass, I watched horror-struck as they ripped into her, more vicious now that they had been stopped killing me.

"It's all your fault. Look at her, dying. Why? For you, because of you. If you never existed, if you had just died in the beginning like you were supposed to, she would live, she would feel no pain. Watch it and enjoy because this is all for you. Little birdie, this is your life now. And don't try to escape because I will hunt you down, just like you I can fly, not even the skies will over you refuge from me."

I didn't know who the Wing Beaters were or what type of experiments. To me they were all scary and monstrous creatures, they were made up of nightmares and were worse than the monster under your bed or in the closet because they were real.

I saw Sky look at me and she moved her lips,, I didn't know what she was saying and I pressed a hand against the glass of the window, trying to reach her. My heart, my soul was shattering by watching her die. They pulled the bear and tiger out and petted them, murmuring praise. Sky's limbs looked shredded, and her once glorious wings was a raw bleeding wound. Unrecognizable.

Then something drove me over the edge. A small humorous chuckle from the Wing Beater who held whispered by my ear. I let my grief and anger wash over me. I had to do something, anything.

In desperation I snapped my wings open knocking my captor of balance. He let go of me and I grabbed the gun from his waist. I shot him in the stomach and he went down. I shot the Wing Beaters there with quick precision. I don't know I knew how to use a gun, but I knew I had to put in another magazine clip, and how to get a round into the barrel, it was as easy as breathing. I shot the two experiments that were licking at Sky's blood smeared on the floor.

When I was done I dropped the gun and ran into the room to Sky. I ignored the sight of blood everywhere, but I still got glimpses and the smell of death was overpowering.

I slipped in the blood when I reached her side, I didn't get up I just laid next to her staring into her eyes where her inner light was slowly flickering out.

"Sky please don't go." My voice broke in so many places it didn't sound like me.

"It's…………going…to be….okay Max. I love you…….s'not….your fault…… Ever" Blood rushed out of her mouth and the light in her eyes died entirely.

Tears ran down my cheeks. I heard footsteps running down the halls. It didn't matter they could take me now. What was the point in fighting them? They had taken everything. I built a wall around myself, so was numb to the pain, physical, mental and emotional. My tears dried up and my expression went blank. No matter what Sky had said it was my fault. I was entirely broken and things only got worse from then.

I stared blankly at the floor as I was dragged away, my blood slowly mixed with Sky's. My sister was dead, and most likely my brother. No one was coming to save me. I had no family.

A/N If your curious to see the tattoo I described there's a link to the image on my profile hope you like it X)