Chapter 1: New ArrivalsMax POVI woke up abruptly. I was having a dream, a nightmare really, about the flock being free, free from this place, never having to worry about it. That was never going tohappen now.We were at School, but not the normal school where you learn geography andmaths. The kind of school where they lock you in dog cages, experimenting on you,genetically engineer wings onto you. Oh yeah, did I mention we have wings? Great big18 foot wings. Feathers and all!They, the whitecoats, made us like this. Kidnapping us when we were young,genetically engineering us to be part Human, Part Bird.By “us” I mean the flock, our makeshift family. There’s Angel, the youngest.She’s 6 years old and never ceases to amaze me. I swear she’s discovering a new power every other day. Then Gasman, Gazzy for short. He’s 8 and is Angel’s older brother. Theyare the only ones out of us who are actually related. Then there is Nudge, aged 11, who isa little princess, Iggy, 14, who’s blind, but makes up for it in touch and hearing, Fang, 14too, who is calm and collected, and me, Max, 14 as well, the leader of the group, and wassupposed to save the world. Well I did but that’s a long story.I looked at the flock, all asleep, locked in their cages. I have to get them out of here. Its bad enough we spent most of our childhood here and escaped, but the fact thatthey re-captured us, stuck us back in here, doing experiment after experiment on us. It’snot fair on the flock. Let alone me.There was a sound outside the room. The door opened, a light went on, waking upthe rest of the flock. The noise must have woken Iggy up. In came a whitecoat, one of our captors, dragging an unconscious someone behind him. The rest of the flock looked inamazement.The whitecoat opened an empty cage across the room and threw the person in. Helocked the cage and left, leaving the light on.The someone was a boy, around my age. He had unkempt brown hair, a few scarson his face, possibly from run of the mill injuries, more likely from Erasers, was quitedirty, and was thin and lanky. But the most intriguing thing about him was the large, brownish gold wings, sticking out his back…Fang POVI was woken up by a blinding light. Someone was coming in. I looked around at theflock, most of who seem to have been woken up, then at the whitecoat who had come in.He was dragging an unconscious boy behind him. The boy was thrown in the cageopposite and locked in. I noticed large wings protruding from the boys back. The boy hadto be at least 14, maybe more. With his messy hair, scars, and dirty face, he looked likehe’d been through a lot.There was a long period of silence from the flock. We were just staring at him,waiting for something to happen. Then Iggy said “Is someone going to tell me what thehell just happened?”
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