That night, Max and the boy sat in the kitchen facing each other. The atmosphere in the room was so tense that it would have taken a diamond tipped chainsaw to cut it. And then some. Max leaned in closer to the boy's face and glared at him, trying to look as intimidating as possible.

"Who are you?" She snarled. The boy didn't look at all shaken up. In fact he actually smiled.

"Anyone ever tell you that you look cute when you're mad?" He chuckled.

"Can I please hurt him?" She said to Fang. Fang shook his head.

"We need to know everything about him," He glanced at the boy who was now smiling wildly, "Then, you may hurt him."

"Alright, when you put it that way, I guess I'll have to talk." He chuckled. Max rolled her eyes.

"How about a name?"

"Its Experiment Number 44319, With hyphons."

"Okay, in that case, I'll just call you Bob."

He scowled at her.

"Well if you insist on being so nice, just call me Daniel then. Its what many of the people in white coats who liked to jab me in funny places liked to call me. Now, I think that its appropriate to tell me your name."

"Its Max. And tall dark and emo over there," she said, motioning to Fang, " Is Fang. He glared back at her.

"Now, why don't you tell us a story."

"Alright then, will it be the one about the Princess an the peach? Or was it a pea?" Max squeezed her temples and fought the incredible urge to roundhouse the kid.

"No, tell me exactly how you ended up broken on my mom's table. And while you're at it, explain the wings."

"Oh." Daniel said, his eyes suddenly becoming much darker. "Alright, here goes."

"Marvelous. Simply marvelous. The new additions to the Avian Mark 3 will ensure the riddance of those failed experiments once and for all." The man leaned closer to the two way mirror and came face to face with the experiment. It stared back with eyes full of sadness and pain. Then, in a flash, it lept toward the mirror and began to pound it with its fists.

"Feisty little fellow isn't it?" the man said to himself. He smiled to the Avian in the same way Jack the Ripper would have smiled to his victims before turning them into a red fountain.

"I'm not an experiment, I'm a person!" the boy behind the glass yelled. "I've figured it out you bastard, I know this isn't right! I'm not supposed to be here, let alone have these wings."

The man tutted to himself and thumbed the intercom button.

"Are you really sure?" He asked the Avian who stared back wide-eyed. "Maybe this is the next step in evolution. I think we've had this talk many times before, but I'll say this again, what you have here is a gift. One that God was too selfish to bestow upon you. A GIFT Daniel." The boy flinched and stumbled back as the man used his adopted name.

"Oh yes, don't think I haven't had my psychics probe into that mind of yours. It was quite easy, after all, I designed it. And from what I've seen, you LIKE what we've done to you." With this final revelation, Daniel collapsed back onto the the padded floor of his cell and was quiet.

The man sighed. The experiment would still need to be brainwashed and probably lobotomized before it was willing to kill the failed Avian experiments. No matter, he thought to himself. In good time, their end will come.

"Doctor ter Bocht?" a voice behind him said, "We are ready for phase 2."

"Wait." Max said, interrupting, "Are you saying that ter Bocht is still alive?"

"Yeah. Not only that, he's falling back on his old plan of wiping half of the world's population off the face of the earth."

"And they sent you to kill us?"

"I was supposed to be brainwashed first but I got out. Trust me, I've hated what I was made for since I could think freely. And that was only recently"

"So how come you're not grabbing the nearest sharp object and going postal?"

"Let me finish my story."

They began to wheel me towards the room where I'd be made to think killing was just hunky dorey. The door opened and was unchained from the chair.

"Well Daniel, I guess this will be the last time I call you by this name. From this moment on, we will call you Ar-"

"Doctor," A lanky white coat to ter Bocht's left interrupted, "I must insist we begin the procedure."

"Very well," the doctor replied and turned to the other white coats. "deactivate the containment field." The blue rings that surrounded Daniel fizzed away and he regained his movement.

Now.

I lept to my feet, unfurled my wings and span in a circle, causing the sharp quills beneath the tips of my wings to fire at the people in the room.

"You may consider this a gift doctor," I said, striding towards ter Bocht, "But know this gift will provide your demise." I came within and inch of driving my fist into his miserable face and ending it then and there, but the rapid footfalls coming from behind him and the open hangar doors steered my away.

"Next time," I yelled as I ran towards the doors, "All you'll be is blood on my hands."

I came out of the room into a field surrounded by Erasers fresh from combat practice. These weren't the FlyBoys that now dominated the skies but the old school version that were flesh and blood and harder to kill than the robots. They also recently developed a taste for Avian-Human blood. Luck me. I span in a circle again but this time, I kept the quills in and shredded the Erasers closest to me. I ran through the crowd of remaining Erasers and towards the main gate and prepared for flight. Then I realized something. This was too easy. And as if answering my thoughts, two FlyBoys burst forth from the hangar behind me and grabbed my legs, intending to slam into the asphalt below. But then, with the memory of a load-mouthed white coat complaining about the new model's faults, I remembered that major flaw of the FlyBoys was that they were completely useless if they combusted in anyway. Seeing the ground approaching fast, I flapped my left wing, us to barrel roll. I drove the bot on my left arm into the asphalt which scraped up against its metal frame causing it to spark and its furry cover to catch fire. It immediately let go, letting me give the robot on my a left a pretty decent right hook. I felt its face cave in and its hands release my arm. I swooped down towards the gate and to my freedom.

"Wow." Max said. Even she was impressed. "Guess you really kicked some ass huh?"

Daniel chuckled and scratched his head.

"Guess I did." Max looked down at his arm which was still twisted at an angle she knew wasn't healthy.

"Think you should get that looked at? My mom's a doctor. Kinda." Daniel looked at his arm.

"Oh this?" he said. "Its nothing." With that he grabbed it and twisted it back to its correct alignment. Max just stared.

"What?" he asked.

"You just mended a broken arm in under 30 seconds." Daniel smirked.

"Actually, over the course of our conversation, my arm mended itself. I just needed to realign it." Max still stared.

"How did you know which way to move it?" Daniel smiled sadly.

"Well lets just say they don't just spank you at the School for mis-behaving anymore."