Gun shots exploded all around me. Except this time, unlike my previous attempts of escape, I was barely visible in the night sky. I struggled trying to keep upright as I flew higher and higher, increasing in altitude each time I brought my black and white wings down, then quickly heaving them back up again. I had never flown before, The School wasn't exactly a place to freely unfold your wings, let alone try and fly. Don't get me wrong, I already know for a fact that the school is probably huge, but I'm stuck in a dog cage half the time like every other experiment in this hell. And the white coats and guards weren't about to let me outside to try either. I still haven't gotten this flying thing yet, I would flap one wing then flap the other a few seconds after. Why you ask? Well, I'm not exactly used to having and extra pair of limbs on my back. I probably looked like an over-sized bird with mental issues by the way I was flying, but that didn't matter to me. For now I was doing okay. I'll work on it I thought, If I escape my mind added coldly.
That last bit of logic made my stomach churn with fear. Back at the school the people in the white coats would constantly inject me with chemicals and unknown liquids to see how my body would react. They would stuff me back into that dog crate if they didn't get anything from me in the span of two hours. The stuff they implanted inside of me would keep me up all night; if not then I would still feel like I hadn't slept in a week in a morning. I would often either end up barfing my guts out, or my veins would feel as if they were on fire. They would also do physical experiments, too. Sometimes putting me in a maze with Erasers at every dead end. I can't tell you how many times I've almost died from that. It was pure torture for me, but sick twisted entertainment for them. They always recorded every new thing about me. What would happen if I ate this, how much weight I lost from being purposely starved, seeing how fast I run when being tazzed. Yeah, that kind of stuff.
Just thinking about being caught and shoved into a too-small dog crate to be experimented with again made me flap my wings even harder, making me gain more speed. "I am not going to be anyone's experiment anymore!" I said, determination taking over me. Once I was high enough over The School I was able to somewhat straighten myself out and obtain some balance. Good riddance! I thought bitterly. So far, everything was going well, until a shearing pain suddenly erupted in my right leg. I grunted loudly, salty tears burning in the corners of my eyes. It took everything in me not to scream out in pain, I was not about to blow my escape plan just because of one bullet wound. I swore and cursed under my breath but kept on gliding through the air. I could still hear gun shots behind me as well as dogs barking. I let my mouth curve into an amused smile. Not even their dogs would be able to see me in the dead of night, especially with my black wings and hair as camouflage. Another surge of pain burned in my left arm. This time I did cry out, but not loud enough for anyone below me to hear. I held my arm close to my chest and gritted my teeth in pain, feeling warm blood seep through my fingers as I flew farther and farther away from the hell I was trapped inside of for so long. The angry yelling of White coats and Erasers was slowly fading away as I left everything behind.
Sorry it was short :P, there will be more chapters later. Please review and tell me what you think! No flame please.
Storm is just like the flock (she does not look like anything else but a human with wings)
Her wings are black with lines of white feathers across it, her hair is also black with one lock of white hair in the front (like Anna has in Frozen I just realized) and dark blue eyes.
Since she is the first Avian-Hybrid that was created, she is about 15 years old.
Okay! That's all you need to know for now!
[Story cover is not mine, it is a beautiful piece of art by someone on deviant art]