10This is my new story-thing. Its Max Ride, but with some OC. Anyway, R&R please?
Pain. Pain. Pain. More pain. Physical pain. Mental pain. The pains of feeling heavy sharp claws rake across your skin when you are too weak to stand. The pain of being shoved mercilessly into a metal cage. The pain of needles, of experiments.
This was all I felt during my fourteen years of life here at the School. Nothing was done with care; no one showed any sympathy, any mercy, and any care that they were experimenting on actual people. That it was actual painful.
That is what I was feeling right now. The pain of being shoved against the cold metal bars of my cage, the pain of a new cut on my cheek.
Yup, pain was my middle name.
To be perfectly honest, I didn't even have a name. All I was to those Whitecoats was "Experiment 15". Nope not even the decency of a name.
I rolled on the floor of my cage into a sitting position, my knees to my chest, and scooted to the corner. Tentatively, I touched my cheek. Ouch.
Three new slashes from the Erasers claws, right on my cheek like a freakin' trophy. It kinda was a trophy, seeing as they got really mad when I got smart and mouthed off to them. Looking back, I thought that was my best comeback to date. Must remember it for future uses. That is, if I wanted to have my whole face ripped to shreds. No, it was worth it, talking back to Erasers.
Yeah, Erasers. Not those pink things on top of the sticks the Whitecoats called pencils. I wish. They would be easier to break.
No, these Erasers were not at all pink or round. They were huge, hairy, wolf-like men, other experiments done here, courtesy of the School. They were used as body guards, or used to beat up bird kids like me.
Yes, you read this right. Bird kid. I'm an Avian-Human mutant freak. How, you ask? Just ask my 13-foot wingspan of pure feathery delight on my back.
That's right! I've got wings people!
Sure, some of you would say "OMG! YOU'VE GOT WINGS! That's so COOL!"
And, I totally agree with you! That is, if I wasn't stuck in this freakin' science lab, and in a cage like a DOG! But still they're pretty cool. The good thing is that I don't have any other bird parts, like beak or legs. Just wings, and other side-talents, like raptor vision, night vision, speed, strength, fast-healing, and such.
The door was opening. I stopped, and froze in the corner, ready to give whatever Eraser or Whitecoat that came in the evil eye.
It was a Whitecoat; I could see his shiny shoes and the hem of his white lab coat as he stopped in front of my cage. He bent down.
"Hi, how are you?" he asked softly, smiling.
I glared at him. "This is how you treat a hostage? What? Were you absent the day they taught you how?"
Faint pink blotches appeared in his cheeks, as he continued without answering. "What's your name?"
"Oh, I don't know" I answered sarcastically "How 'bout Girl Stuck In A CAGE" I nearly shouted. Then in a quieter, nicer voice that was totally FAKE. "And you?"
He ignored me again, sitting down crossed-legged on the floor. "How about I call you "Little One"? He asked, ever so politely. He obviously meant my height. I was only 5'6, and apparently, that was short for my…species.
I glared "How 'bout I call you "Guy in White Lab Coat" I countered.
The pink blotches became more apparent. He mumbled something that sounded like "Just like Max" and looked at me again. I stared back evenly.
"Why don't you choose a name for yourself, then"? The Whitecoat said unexpectedly. Huh?
"What?" I asked, shocked. What was he getting at?
"Choose a name for yourself" he repeated softly.
I was way too shocked to think of a smart comeback. All that came out was a surprisingly meek "I don't know one."
He studied me. I stared back, too stunned to glare or anything.
No Whitecoat or Eraser had ever asked me what my name was. Did this mean that I was going to be treated as an actual person?
"What about something that describes you? Your personality, your looks, your talents, your wings" he added, smiling at me nicely. I looked at him, lost.
"What's a persanility?" I asked. Yeah, I might be fourteen years old, but I have the schooling of a third grader.
"The way you act, if you are nice or mean, caring, generous. Stuff like that"
"Oh" I said, thinking. I thought. And thought. And thought. But nothing that came to mind sounded good. I looked back at the Whitecoat, a little lost.
"Something about your wings?" he suggested.
I spread my wings instinctively, as far as they would go in the cage and drew them around me. I was so proud of my wings. They were a glossy white on the underside, and jet black on the other, with a patch of red near the tops. I didn't know what type of DNA they implanted in me, but they were some dang awesome wings.
"Anything"? the Whitecoat asked. I shook my head no.
"What about your looks"? He said gently.
My rapier tongue, which had been MIA at the moment, was back.
"Oh sure, let's see, Hey, metal bars, can you tell me what I look like? No? Is it because you can't reflect anything?!" I said sarcastically, my voice rising.
The Whitecoat looked surprised. "You've never looked in a mirror"?
I rolled my eyes "No, I'm not Princess What's-Her-Face with mirrors to spare, you know!"
His facial expression remained unchanged as I glared at him through the bars of my cage. After all, he was one of them.
"Would you like me to describe you?" he asked, nicely.
I smirked and crossed my arms across my chest. "Sure, let's have it. I'm pale, skinny, underfed, ungroomed, not at all polite, brown hair and a mutant freak. What else is there?"
"You have the nicest brown eyes I've ever seen" he said "And an oval face, nice shoulder-length hair and…"
"A mutant freak. Come on, you know you want to say it" I cut in with a sneer. "And don't forget them three slashes from the Erasers"
He shrugged indifferently. I wanted to kill him right then and there. Who can just shrug when a person just told them that they have three slashes on their face?
"Well, I have to go" the Whitecoat said, standing up. "Think of a name, and in the meantime, you can call me Jeb."
I scoffed "I don't think so"
He smiled sadly as he opened the door.
"Just trust me" he said, standing in the doorway.
I actually laughed.
Yes, first chapter up.
Heres my quote for the day :
Now, let's say they come and get us." –Max
"And, like, the halls are full of zebras."-Ig
"And suddenly tons of bubbles are everywhere." -Gazzy
"And then everyone starts to eat beef jerky," -Nudge
"Yeah. I'll grab a zebra; Gaz, you fill all the bubbles with your trademark scent, so people are choking and gagging: and let's throw beef jerky right into their eyes! Now, that's a plan!" –Ig"
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