Things like this have been done before but oh well.

Rated for violence and language. some may find a bit disturbing.

Please review. I was depressed when writing this, you can tell.

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Max sat there next to Fang, her head on his shoulder. She looked around at the clearing in the forest. After beating Itex, the Flock deserved some down time. Iggy was on watch; he would hear anything coming before anyone else saw it. Max and Fang were a little away from the camp. Max lifted her head and looked at Fang. He smiled at her and she smiled back.

“Don’t ever leave me again.”

“ I wont. I wont. Not ever”

She remembered these words and leaned in to kiss Fang. Their lips met softly, he hugged her closer and Max let him. “ This is perfect” Max thought fondly.

“ WAKE UP GUYS” Iggy bellowed.

Max stood up immediately shortly followed by Fang. They ran side by side to the camp. All the Flock were standing, their shadows flitting around in the light of the fire.

Dark silhouettes descended from the sky. They had large leathery wings, not bat like but scaly like a reptile. Their faces flickered in the flame. They were human but with wings.

The fight began as soon as these creatures touched the floor. One aimed a punch at Nudge the blow caught her by surprise and she went spinning, landing with a thump on the floor. A group of them surrounded Fang. He swung his fist around fiercely. Knocking one into the flames. It let out an inhuman wail.

Iggy was standing still listening to the one that was near him. It rushed forward to punch him. He moved aside at the last second and tripped it over.

“ Fire in the hole!” Gazzy roared and everyone hit the floor. A large explosion blew the campfire apart sending burning wood everywhere. Some of the creatures near the blast were blown to pieces in seconds. Smoke and dust billowed out blinding everyone.

There were sounds of flapping and some of the dust cleared. The bodies of the creatures littered the floor. The Flock were recovering from the blast and brushing the dust off themselves.

“ Head count” Max said through a lungful of dust. There were weak answers from four people. One voice was missing. A worried look passed Max’s face. She ran around searching for the bodies, looking for the familiar face. Or his dry chuckle at the fact she was scared for him.

There was no body. He was gone.

“ Fang” She whispered.

Fangs POV

I woke up slowly. Eye closed my eyes at the bright light. A repulsive smell hit my nose. Antiseptic, clean. I realised where I was. I was at The School.

I opened my eyes again squinting. I looked around at my surroundings. I was in a small square room. Alone. I panicked. What if they had the rest of the Flock! I thought about Max, if she was hurt I was going to kill someone.

I tried moving my arms but realized that they were chained up above me. I was shirtless and my wings hung limply behind me. I swung my arms in a feeble attempt to break the chains. A glint caught my eye; there was a camera in the corner of the room, looking directly at me. I couldn’t escape with out them seeing me.

I sighed and waited for someone to come and start doing experiments on me. As they were sure to do. It didn’t take long for a door to slide open. A powerful looking man walked in. I sneered at him.

“ Where are the Flock?” I asked angrily.

“ They are where you left them. We only came for you,” He said simply.

I relaxed a bit at the news that the Flock were alive but confusion spread through me. Why did they want me?

“ Why would you want me? I don’t have any powers.” I asked

The man smiled slightly. “ Oh but that’s where your wrong. You are more special than any of the Flock. You are unique in every way. You are one of a kind Fang”

“ What the hell are you talking about?” I said

This guy was speaking in riddles. Its like he’s telling me something but still doesn’t want me to know.

“ You are not like the Flock in fact your not even part of the Flock. At least you shouldn’t be. Only five were meant to be in the Flock, not six.”

Of course I’m part of the Flock, I’ve grown up with them. I’m a bird kid, so are they. How am I not part of the Flock?

“ You Iggy and Max were created in the same year. In that year there was three successful experiments. Two avian hybrids.” He paused. “ And an experimental Eraser.” He stopped. His mouth curled into a smile.

I felt my eyes go wide. I couldn’t be an Eraser. I’ve never morphed. Jeb wouldn’t have rescued me if he knew. Would he? I felt anger rising in me. I roared and buckled my arms.

The man just smiled at my escape attempt. He was screwing with me that’s what, like when they said everything we’d been through was a dream. That had to be it. This was an experiment or a test.

“ You would have been the strongest Eraser, you would have obeyed without question. But you would have retained your power of individual thought. All of this was built into you at birth. But we couldn’t reinforce it.” He said with a sigh.

“ Oh well I’m sorry I disappointed you.” I said sarcastically.

“ You can still join us willingly, it will be a lot easier on yourself.” He said almost kindly. Yeah because kindness makes becoming a monster a lot nicer.

“ I will never help you sick bastards,” I hissed venomously.

“ Well we can still make you do what we want.” I swallowed; if they hurt the Flock I’d do almost anything to keep them safe.

“ We know how to trigger your powers as well. We need to find your primal scream.” He noticed the confused look on my face, which I covered up quickly.

“ The primal scream is what happens when an extremely strong emotion allows you to do things you would never normally do. Like a mother lifting a car to save her trapped child. All we need to do is trigger your primal.” He said matter of factly.

I had a bad feeling about what was coming next.

“ Unfortunately to unlock your primal it will be…rather unpleasant.” The man said carefully.

I spat at him hitting his shoe.” I’ll never be one of you!” I yelled.

He smiled grimly. God he smiles too much. The door slid open again with a hiss. Two more men walked in. They both were wearing shades. They carted in a table filled with metal objects, weapons. Then they left again.

No, not weapons. Torture devices. He spoke up again after picking up a long blade.

“ Are you sure you wont join willingly?” he said.

“ Fuck you” I spat at him. He brought the blade down diagonally across my chest. I sucked air in through my teeth but I wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of crying out.

Fists smashed into my face. Someone ripped handfuls of feathers from my wings. I flitted in and out of consciousness. They fitted a collar around my neck that gave me electric shocks so I couldn’t pass out. It was painful to breathe. All I could think about was max, she kept me going.

I don’t know how long it went on for, it had felt like days. Suddenly there was no more punches or stabs. I looked up, blood dripping from my nose and mouth. The man who had spoken to me was wiping blood from the blade.

He sighed. “ You are a lot more resilient than we thought. But we have other methods.”

He pressed a button on the wall. A few moments later the two men returned holding a figure, they threw the body down. I looked closer. My breath caught in my throat, no they wouldn’t. It was Max.

I struggled against the chains yelling at the top of my lungs. A hand cracked against my jaw.

“ It is not the real Max, but hopefully the effect will be the same.” The man sighed.

He pulled her up by one of her wings. Putting the blade against it he started sawing. I had to keep reminding myself it wasn’t the real Max and that this clone had tried to kill us. But it didn’t help, the screams of pain echoed in my mind, her pleads for them to stop buried in my memories. No one deserved this. Whenever I tried to look away or close my eyes I would get a shock. After a few minutes I heard a wet thump and looked down to see her bloodied wing on the floor. I threw up in front of me.

“ Stop. Stop you sick bastards!” I screamed at him.

He ignored my cries and moved on to the next wing. The sound of metal grinding against bone made me gag. This was sick, they deserved to die. He finished the wings. Max2 was quivering on the floor, tears flowing and sobbing weak insults. The man looked at me. I was shaking with horror, I screamed every curse word I knew at him.

He shrugged and put the blade to her throat. “ Unleash your primal and she will live!” he cried.

“ How, I don’t know what you’re talking about!” I sobbed, it was too much for me.

He nodded and quickly ran the blade across her neckline. Max2 gurgled as blood seeped out of the wound. He let her drop to the floor where she flailed in her death throes. He was pure evil. I’m going to kill him!

“ Nooooo!” I cried in revulsion and rage.

I pulled against the chains with renewed vigour. I heard them creak with strain and I pulled even harder. I looked at my arm and saw black fur spreading. My nose lengthened to a snout and my mouth became filled with razor sharp fangs. The chains snapped and I charged at the man.

Before I made contact two things crashed into me. They looked like lizard hybrids, they were immensely strong but they only just held me down. The man was smiling.

“ The Director said that would work.” He looked at me with a smile. “ Your ours now” A needle stuck into my neck and everything went black.

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