the start...

Sup

Allyssa here. Allyssa Verreaux. Verreaux after the eagle, there's a reason why i chose that name, but more on that later.

I guess you guys reading this are already thinking about Max and Fang, and Nudge, Iggy, The Gasman and Angel. if you don't know who i'm talking about then look 'em up, i'm sure you'll find something.

You see i'm just a kid. like any other kid really. Well except for the wings...and the lung-sacs and raptor vision. But really, on the inside, i'm pretty much like you...only different. I just had the misfortune to be born to one of the guards of the School (a prison-slash-evil scientists dream world). Yeah, one of the female guards got pregnant and the scientists couldn't inject me with bird genes fast enough. I'm not even sure they told her what they'd done and by the time i was born it was too late to do anything about it. When she saw what they'd done to me she tried to retire. But working at the School kinda has a to-the-death contract and i guess they kinda ended her contract early.

So i was alone, a newborn avian/human baby in a science lab surrounded by evil jerks who like to call themselves scientists. I'm only 98% human, 2% Verreaux's Black Eagle. (now you see where the name comes from, hey) I looked it up, a Verreaux Eagle. They're pretty small, only like +/- 84 cm, which explains why i'm so small. I also picked up a couple more characteristics from that 2% of genes that aren't mine. My wings, yes i did say wings, i have wings, get used to it. My wings are black mainly, from the primaries (the bottom outside edge ones) are black streaked with grey, my secondaries are more black and my covert feathers (the underside feathers) are a deep ebony colour and there's just one place that's light, a deep 'V' of white down the center of my back. ('V' for Verreaux, get it) And you can't deny it, my wings are awesome.

As for me, i wouldn't have said i'm the prettiest of girls; tanned skin from flying, blonde wavy hair thats like in a emo fringe and all that, oh and black eyes. No kidding, they're really black. It's damn spooky.

And so that's me. The 14year-old avian-hybrid girl who didn't get busted out of the School like Max and the others, who didn't even know Max and the others, until a few months ago. And all because the School decided that i should be an experiment. An experiment to see if a created mutant could fit in, in a normal life. And yes i did say normal.

So i was dutifully shipped off to some remote town, miles from the school to live with a normal family. Well it probably would have worked, i was only 4 months old at the time so i had no recolection of the School. My wings, i was told, were a genetic mutation from a radioactive bomb dropped before i was born in some or other country. I had parents who were ok, most of the time, i had friends, i went to school, parties and generally lived a normal life. Until my 14th birthday. You see it had been a set up from the begining. Everything i thought i knew was all made up. My parents; agents of the school, my friends had been bribed to be my friends and even my school was run by the School. There were even Erasers (half wolf-half man all evil) mingling with humans in the very street where i lived! it was hard to take in.

It had all been an experiment, right from the start. Just to see if i could fit in, if i could be normal...and i guess their experiment worked, i couldn't even fly, didn't even know i could. And i probably never would have done if it wasn't for Max and the others breaking out of the School. They came for me a few years later. Maybe they suspected that i was going to find out and break free myself, i dnt know but on my 14th birthday my life as i knew it fell apart.

In the morning a whole bunch of Erasers, morphed now, and some evil scientist-jerks charged into my house and dragged me away. No explanation. No warning. Just action. Hey, i never even got to open my birthday presents.

But you know, my life's gotten way better now. A little fighting and learning how to fly can really change people. But like more later, hope you guys are reading and keep letting other people know...they need to know. The world could depend on it. This is the truth: Cross my heart and hope to sing, take a chainsaw to my wing.

Keep Flying Forwards.

Peace out. Allyssa.