Max...the avian, the bird girl, the bird kid, a fighter. Many names, many names. He looked so...STOKED to see me. To see me and only me. Then...he was gone.
Have you ever wanted to shoot yourself in the head but also live to the fullest at the same...
I looked up from my lap to see my younger brother, Ari, with a devilish grin on his face. No, he was not in my cage. He was outside of my cage with a key card. "..." I stayed silent. "C'mon 302. Don't you wanna get out!?" He taunted. I wasn't too far from the entrance so if I just reached a little farther then- no. He did this to me before. He'll just swipe it away. "...." I still don't speak. I just glare at him. "What? Don't like being called 302, 302?" He chuckled. I snapped. This is my escape. I know it is, it has to be. I lunged at him, grabbing his arm and ear. "I told you not to call me that. My name is Maximus!" I whisper-yelled to him. Ari yelled at the sudden grab. It wasn't a loud yell, but it was enough to alert a few erasers to charge at us. "Hey! What's going on over there!?" One bellowed. I looked up from little brother's head just to get backhanded in the face, which sent me to the back of the cage. I whimpered as look just outside of my cage to the right. In the dark, I could make out a figure, no, a male figure.
He looks my age just about a year younger. His eyes ask if I'm ok. I shake my head 'yes' before I am yanked off my feet by my hair and wings. I scream," Let go of me! Let go!" I kick and scream but to no avail. I held my head in pain as I heard another yell. "Please stop, STOP! You're hurting her!" I looked out of the corner of my eyes and saw the same boy now holding and shaking the bars of his cage. I now realize that he has long black hair and eyes with a bit of purple tint. I looked back when I saw a small light. There were small gasps around the room. "No! Anything but that! Please!" I pleaded. It was the taser on a wooden stick but it had extra bolts. Too much of it can kill us. All of the erasers keep them. In short, it hurt like heck! I kicked harder, kicking a random eraser in the process. They forced my ankles and wrists to the floor. "No, No, don't!" The boy yelled. One pokes me with the stick. They laugh as I scream in agony. "You're hurting her stop it! Please!" He continued to yell. An eraser elbowed him in the nose, breaking it.
One spreads my right wing. I start to cry. No, be strong. Do not show submission.
