After re-reading chapter 3, I figured that I still needed alot of time to plot it all out. See, my initial plan right now is lengthen the period in which Daniel and Nudge fall in love, giving the story more meaning and more content. Also, I wanted to add a little side story to the fic based on the characters you're about to read about. Hope you enjoy it and I hope to have chapters 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 and 10 up soon. Its the summer, I have no social life and I'm bored to shit. It won't take long at all.

BTW, if you don't have an ideal image on Vargus, Google "Super Mutant".


Daniel opened his eyes and stretched. He now lay in a spare bedroom in Dr. Martinez's house with his left arm in a sling. Her and the rest of the Flock were still not convinced about his rapid healing ability. He looked around the room at the pictures of the Martinez family which was pretty much just the doctor and her daughter. He wondered how it felt like to have a family, after all, he was made in a test tube and spent the first 3 years of his life hooked up to machines that altered his mind and body to make him the ultimate killing machine. Truly, the only family he ever had were the other test subjects, many of whom were the results of failed experiments. Many of them also died recently due to their expiration dates. Daniel closed his eyes and silently mourned the loss of his only family. He could still recall his first encounter with the supposed "rejects".

"Leave him in here for now," a tall man in the white coat said to the one to his left. "The Director has still to decide what further tests must be done with him." The man to his left chuckled.

"Considering the amount of time its taken for him to decide, it can't be good." This caused both of the men to burst out laughing as they closed and sealed the door, plunging the room into darkness, broken only by a single bulb above the boy's head. The boy opened his eyes and sat up. The darkness of the room did not seem to scare him, however, he could sense the strong feelings of despair and hopelessness that surrounded him.

A sudden movement to his right caused him to shrink back in fear.

"No, please, don't be afraid." A voice to his left said. "We're quite harmless."

"He ain't gonna understand you, Vargus." A voice from behind the boy spoke up. It sounded feminine and it had a southern drawl to it. From his limited knowledge of the world, the boy dubbed it, Girl.

"Believe me, I heard what the white coats said earlier, he know quite a bit." Vargus said and pointed a finger to the boy which caused him to recoil at the sight. Vargus's arm was a mess. It seemed to be in a state of decay, with the foul smell of death rising off it, and patches of missing flesh. However, it was incredibly muscular, so that it seemed as though his skin would burst any second. It seemed so out of place with his voice, which was deep and had a wise air to it.

"Dammit Vargus, you scared th' kid!" Girl said. Vargus let out a sorry moan.

"Sorry Kelly, guess I forgot what I looked like for a second there." Vargus said sadly.

"Its quite alright," the boy said at last, "I was just shocked, thats all." Kelly walked into the boy's line of site, and gave the boy a view of her face. She was smiling.

"Well, looks like you've got quite th' control of yer tongue." She said, smiling.

"Such impressive vocabulary for one so young." Vargus agreed, he too stepping from the shadows. The boy could only stare in amazement and terror. Vargus looked like a corpse. His skin was peeling and in some places, completely gone. He only wore a pair of shorts which gave the boy a full view of his chest and his heart which had grown out of his body and was exposed. Vargus saw the boy staring and chuckled sadly.

"This was their attempt at making a person who could rapidly regenerate tissue at will. Unfortunately," Vargus said, gesturing at what was left of his body, "they seemed to have reversed the progress."

"Poor ol' Vargus is basically fallin' th' bits kid." Kelly said.

"But why are you so strong?" The boy asked. Vargus chuckled again and felt his massive biceps.

"It seems that I am regenerating tissue. However, it appears to be concentrated solely on my muscle tissue. I assume this is what is keeping me from decaying permanently."

"Are there any other like you?" The boy asked. Instantly, five figures emerged from the back of the room and into the light.

"Well there're a few more of us," Kelly said, "But me, Vargus and that person right there," She said, pointed towards a figure that looked like someone had tried to merge a human and a bee together with a hammer, "Are the only ones with enough sense ta' talk."

"What about the others?" The boy asked again. Vargus chuckled and patted the boys head softly, taking care to not use any strength.

"You shall find out in due time child. However, if you expect to recover from your most recent augmentation," Vargus said, feeling the stitches along the boys back, "You must sleep."

"I'm not tired!" The boy argued but was interrupted by a loud yawn. Kelly laughed.

"Don't seem like that to me kid." She smiled. "C'mon. Ma' beds just the right size for a munchkin like you. Varg, if you'd be so kind?"

"Of course." Vargus said as he scooped up the boy, who was now just nodding off, with one hand and placed him on his gargantuan shoulders and walked towards Kelly's bunk. He laid him down with the utmost care and placed a blanket on his sleeping form.

"Sleep now Avian," Vargus said, his deep voice entering the boy's dreams, "Tomorrow you must wake to do many great things."