confession: ive had this written for a couple weeks now. i just couldnt find time to edit it.

happy new year i guess (i know im a little late. better late than never right?)

first chapter of 2016:

Third Person POV

It was 10 o'clock at night in the state of California. Death Valley, California to be exact. Death Valley, California had been his home ever since he was a little kid. He had grown up there. Met his wife there. Got married there. He had moved but now he was back. And boy, was he happy to be home.

He worked in a laboratory. His father did the same until he was arrested. The locals thought his profession was inhumane and wanted him out of the town. Out of the county. Out of the state.

While struggling with the police officers who were sent to have him arrested for suspicious actions, he stole an officer's gun and killed every single force sent to take him to prison. Then he ran. Ran for his life. But not very far. No. He hid not far from his laboratory. When things had settled down he made his way back to where he felt safe. Just like his father and his father, he wrote down instructions. Instructions on how to complete the experiments. He said one last goodbye to his son and wife and killed himself.

Now his son was the one in charge of the experiments. And for the next step, he needed all those he had set free to live normal lives. There's no saying what could happen during these experiments but he knew what the overall goal was.

What is that goal? you may be asking.

That my friend is top secret. But he knew it was going to be completed soon. Generations of work had gone into this project and he wasn't about to be the one to screw it up or commit suicide after being discovered.

He had actually kept a low profile. He grew trees all around the building, practically creating a forest. The trees not only kept him hidden from those who wanted him dead but also gave him advances in his studies. It helped him create things that could adapt to climbing and scaling large things.

"Sir," his blonde haired, blue eyed, 6 foot 5 inch creation had walked in. "The plane tickets are ready." He stood in the doorway in fear of getting hit again.

"Thank you Dylan. Now go pack. We have a long trip ahead of us." he instructed.

As soon as Dylan had left, he examined the room he was it. It was silent. For now at least. In at least 3 weeks it will be filled with the wails of children. Children in fear of what is coming their way.

He snapped his fingers twice and in came in his latest creation: Erasers.

They weren't exactly appealing to the eye but they did their job.

"Clean the cages for their arrival." he commanded. Even though he was having them live in cages, he wasn't going to let them be dirty ones. He wanted his guests to be treated with the best care possible, even though they were probably going to despise him.

His entire laboratory was laced with traps so his guests had no way of escaping. The only escape was death. But he wasn't going to let them die. He just needed them to shut up and do what he said like animals. Which they were. Animals he meant. His subjects were part avian. 6 of them total plus a human or two.

He left the hostage room and walked to his office where he found his son, Ari. Ari was a normal boy. Homeschooled by Dylan, he had no knowledge of what happened on the other side of his house where his daddy worked.

"Ari! My boy! Are you almost ready to go?" he smiled.

Ari nodded and smiled. He was excited. For he had never gone outside of those doors except during recess, which he rarely got to experience. He had only seen a tree in person once or twice during his entire life.

"Are you all packed?" his father asked him.

The son nodded. Ari had packed light. A couple shirts and shorts. One pair of shoes and some socks. Nothing major. When he asked why they hadn't packed a lot for a trip that was at least going to take 3 weeks, his dad slapped him across the face, wiping away all previous excitement in his system.

Ari knew he wasn't supposed to ask questions. In fact, Ari hated himself more than he hated his dad for that. His father only hit him when he did something wrong, so he just tried not to do anything wrong to provoke him.

"Dylan!" his father barked.

The blonde boy rushed in, flushed from packing as quickly as he could.

He, the father, raised his arms to clap his hands together and Dylan flinched. Luckily, he didn't see it.

Last time Dylan flinched, he got mad. Very mad. His words are forever tattooed into Dylan's brain.

"What was that? What the hell was that you worthless piece of shit?! Did you flinch? Do I scare you?! Is little Dylan scared of some old man? Toughen up princess! I created you to be indestructible! I created you to be handsome and smart and everything anyone else would want to be. You should be thanking me! Not flinching at me! Get to your fucking bedroom and don't come out until tomorrow when I'll be expecting an apology!"

Dylan shivered at the memory. "Where's Omega?" he asked. Unlike Ari, Dylan was allowed to ask questions because the man often forget to complete things. Dylan was like his reminder.

"He's staying behind. I need someone to watch over the lab while we are gone. And truthfully, I don't trust the Erasers to do it. They may have the brawn but not the brains." He told Dylan.

Dylan nodded and shifted his backpack on his arms. "I've got the plane tickets in my backpack as well as the passports just incase. The car is parked out front and ready to go."

"Then what are we waiting for?" the man asked. "Let's go to Texas!"

do you know who the mysterious "he" is? want to give me ideas for future chapters? go ahead and review with your suggestion attached to it and maybe ill consider!

QOTC: your favorite thing(s) you got for the holidays?

AOTC: probably all of the cool socks i got or my greys anatomy sweatshirt i got for my birthday

remember to stay swaggy and peace out :)