Fang's P.O.V.
I don't know about you, but it's not my everyday routine to bump into your counterpart. If I was a girl, I would have squealed. But after years of training, I have mastered to keep myself coherent.
"Oh hello," the thingy said. I didn't need to look up; in fact he was exactly like me. I would have continued the nice little small talk there, but didn't bother. I punched him right in the nose.
There was a huge crack sound that must have made a huge bruise in my knuckles. I tried not to show how thickheaded he was, but couldn't help but attempting for the second time. Crack.
"Ouch. Watch it," he said merely rubbing his nose. I shook my hand and thought of the most plausible solution.
Run. Run where ever your feet may take you. Fate decides.
"Well, well, well. The mouse wants to run," he said in the same familiar voice. Well, it was mine. "Sorry, wrong term! More like avian hybrid!" he cackled crazily.
He started chasing after me. But then soon, I bumped into a wall I hadn't seen before. Then I realized something.
I had just walked into a room. A simulation room. There were walls where air particles swarmed. There were obstacles incapacitating you to your weakest point. Your death point.
"Already, eh? Let's have a go," he said. I said. Whatever. He charged at full velocity dodging invisible walls and eventually knocking me down to the last of my ephemeral breath.
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On with the story…
Max's P.O.V.
"Wake up, Max…"
"No leave her in this state. The pain would be less…painful." A cold chuckle ran through the…no, I couldn't tell the temperature of the room. My surrounding was put inside a barrier.
My feelings were subdued. I forgot everything. I forgot how it felt to love someone or to be loved. I forgot about sleeping and I forgot about living. I forgot my starvation and I forgot about myself.
I forgot how cruel fate could be.
I opened my eyes and wished I hadn't. No, I couldn't wish. I couldn't do anything. I didn't care what happened to me now. What was the point of living when you couldn't feel anything?
"Before we start, how is experiment F doing?" the same voice seeped through my ears, but I couldn't have cared less.
"Fang? He's still in the simulation room. I think our clone was a bit too strong. He's…near death," the other voice said like they failed something greatly.
Fang? Hmm…what a strange name. But imagining and wondering wasn't a part of my system. My only goal was to be subdued and be kept subdued.
"He's not a failure, Johnson! He's a masterpiece! What are you talking about? Of course he's strong enough! Keep him in there. One of them must win in order to…" the man didn't finish the sentence. He didn't need to. The two remaining humans in the room shivered at the thought.
But I remained who I was. Or who I was to be.
"No wait! On second thought, bring the clone here. He told me he wanted to watch the process," the same cold voice. He sounded like…broken velvet. A chain chopped off at the wrong parts. The metal bits crashing into each other on the cold slippery surface.
"Okay. What about Fang?"
"Set him in one of the containers with his flock. The flock would want to see him…" he didn't finish his sentence again. They both knew the flock would not want to see Fang only half alive. But they assumed.
That's what science was. Assuming something would happen, and once it did, take the fame. If it didn't happen, then make it happen.
"Okay," the other man said. His voice was kinder. But that was all I could differentiate. I was in a state of complete obliviousness and it hurt for me to use my brain.
When the assuring door closed slowly behind the man's leaving, the cold man waited until he could no longer hear the other man's footsteps.
"Max. Have you ever heard the saying, 'chase after what you want'?" I didn't answer. I couldn't. It didn't feel right to interrupt his words.
"Well, I have been most definitely been chasing you long enough," he said with obvious smugness. I closed my eyes. I wanted to fall asleep and just be there.
Something touched me. When my eyes flung open, I realized he had slapped me harshly, but I hadn't felt the sharp touch of his cold hands. I had only felt a touch of the man, and the man was angry I hadn't felt him thoroughly.
"Listen to me, girl. You'll soon learn to respect me than just dozing off. Ah, here he comes," he finished. And although my eyes were open, I really wasn't seeing things.
But I did see the face. An angel's face.
"Fang 2's here. I couldn't find the flock. They ran away. Flew away," Johnson said. The cold man's eyes widened in shock, but then quickly transferred to disgust.
"Oh well. We don't need them anymore. Just take Fang and throw him out of the lab. He'll survive," the man said.
"Fang," I said. He frowned and then burst into laughter.
"Oh, how cute. She thinks I'm her boyfriend," he said true disgust. My eyes opened a bit wider.
"Fang," I said again. The word was starting to feel foreign to me. My tongue was twisted in an awkward position.
"Let's just get this over with," Fang said. This wasn't the Fang I knew. Maybe he had a plan up his sleeves. Something special…for me.
"Okay. Give me the injection. And the cell bottle number 4," the man said, and it began. What began?
My avian-hybrid life began.
Fang's P.O.V.
"We're not all evil, you know. I mean, I know I work here and everything, but I…I really don't have the hear to just leave you here to take care of yourself. I mean, I think you're only…what, about 15 or 16? Can you hear me?"
Yeah, I heard him. I coughed out blood. That was supposed to mean 'yes I can hear you.' I marked my words with blood. That was the first sign of life.
"Well, what can I get you before I am zapped into the lab again?" he asked. His voice was fading now, and I had to make sure this was the last favor I could ask before whatever happened to me.
"Max," I rasped out. It sounded horrible. "Max. Save her…Dr. Martinez…" I didn't finish the sentence. I hoped the man understood. The kind man who was similarly like…like…Jeb.
"Dr. Martinez? The wife of Jeb? Max? That's our new experiment! She's…I'm sorry son, but she can't be saved anymore. She's being experimented right now, I think," he said.
Well, I died.
"Oh okay! Don't die on me! I'll do my best. Here, just lie down," he said.
I guess that worked.
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