Hi people, Dragon-Grrrrl here. This story is actually completed, but I'm moving it here from another forum, so, enjoy. Rated for violence.

I sat, cold and lonely, in the corner of an old dog crate much too small for me. My wings were wearily wrapped around my shoulders for the scant warmth they provided. Yes, wings. One of the most widespread dreams of human kind was flight, aided only by wings. So when the man in the gray overcoat told me, an eight year old orphan living on the streets, that it was possible, that I could fly, I jumped at the chance to fulfill my life long dream and escape the hellhole that was the streets of New York once and for all. I never once thought that that jump would land me straight into a place even worse, called the Institute.

My name is Garret, and, you see, I became the newest experiment at a lab under the Institute of Fine Living. (How ironic) The scientists that worked in the lab wanted to see if it was possible to give wings to a person past infancy, make them super human, at the age of, say, eight. It ended up being about a half a year before my five-foot wings could lift me off the ground, my muscles fully developed. I still remember that glorious few minutes in the air, my wings stretched as far as they could reach, the leathery flaps catching the wind- oh, wait, you weren't expecting that, were you? No, I am not two percent bird, but two percent bat. And that two percent has done other things than give me wings.

For the last four and a half years, since that first flight, I have been slowly going blind. But, my hearing has been steadily getting better. I can now, instead of seeing, use echolocation: screeching at such a high frequency that only I can hear it, and then determine what my surroundings are from listening to the sound that comes back. Pretty nifty trick, too; I'm not afraid of the dark anymore.

Despite the good things, my life has still been a living hell. Tests are run on me every day, and night. During the day, I am made to fly and run through obstacle courses, in the air and on the ground, without stopping. Then, I must do them again at night when it is pitch black. They are always changed around, so I never know which way to turn. If I stop, I get a shot of electricity, and let me tell you, that isn't fun. The worst part, though, was that I hadn't always been like this. At one point or another, I did have parents. I remember their faces. The other experiments never did. Even among them, I am an outcast. The only thing I looked forward to was when Ari came.

Ari was like me. He was an Eraser, a human that would turn into a werewolf-like wolf man at any given time. Still, Ari was like me; he had been a regular human once, but transformed by these scientists. It was a massive shock when I found out that another mutant named Maximum Ride had killed him. She was one of the original winged experiments, strong and fast like me. But she had killed Ari. And she would pay. I swore to myself that I would escape, track down Maximum Ride, and avenge my best, and only, friend's death.


As it turned out, it wasn't until a month later that I actually escaped.

The morning was like every other morning, except that all the big honcho scientists were at a meeting, and a newbie took me out for my morning tests. I tend to like the newbies because they often forget to put on my collar, the one that jolts me with electricity, and are too impatient to make the mazes hard. This one must of been really off, because, not only did he forget my collar, but he didn't even reset the maze. The anger of Ari's death, however, made me realize what I could do. In the middle of the maze, I could jump out and fly far, far away. I grinned devilishly as he shoved me into the maze.

It wasn't long before I was in the middle, and I screeched at the top of my lungs. The screech was loud and high-pitched; perfect to shatter glass. The newbie scientist exclaimed and I hovered until I was above the walls of the maze. To scare the heck out of this green newbie, I shouted, "Seeya later, not!" And flew out of the biggest window and away from there.

Unfortunately, the windows led out to the sewers. Stupid, no? I still managed to get out into the street, not caring who saw me. I launched myself into the air, flying up farther than I had ever thought possible. Finally, my suffering had paid off. I was free, flying above the heads of the people of New York, and away into the sunset.

Meanwhile, back at the Institute, the meeting of scientists was interrupted.
"B-big flying bat thing escaped! Bat thing escaped!" Shouted one of the new scientists after he had burst in. It wasn't long before the room was clear of all but two men. They were Ari's father, Jeb, and another man.
"You knew, didn't you, Jeb," the other man said. Jeb wasn't looking at him. "You knew it would escape."
"Yes, I knew," he replied blandly. "How could she not? She's our little devil, out of all the angel's we've created."
"What should we do about her?"
"Nothing." Jeb turned sharply. "Maximum is ready. She will do what I knew she would, all along. She'll save the world from Garret."