Project Raven

Raven

Harley's POV

Four years ago - Prologue Part One

I woke up on the rooftop, yawning and stretching. I raveled up my blankets and pillow into a bundle and threw one leg over the side of the apartment building's roof that I'd come to call home after my parents died. I climbed down the Fire escape and pulled up my hood, putting my hands in my hoodie pockets. My ponytail of raven black hair tumbles over my shoulder. I blew out a puff of white condensation and closed my eyes, leaning against a brick wall. I paused for a moment, then opened my bright teal eyes. A breeze raked against my freckled cheeks and I resumed my walk. I was your average 15 year old. But that was besides the fact that I was a homeless orphan. My mom had been killed in cold blood, in a robbery. Right in front of my six year old self. My dad had died of a mysterious disease when I was four. I was nearly three times that age now. I paced down the busy streets. I heard the familiar wail of a police siren of the busy city and thought nothing of it. That was until it pulled up next to me. The window rolled down, revealing a man in his late thirties. "Miss, please come with me." I pulled down my hood and dropped my hands to my side. Then, I did the logical thing. I ran.

I sprinted into the alleyway and looked back. The police officer was hot in pursuit, so I booked it. I vaulted a fence and kept going. He was steadily gaining on me. He tackled me and cuffed me, dragging me back to his car and pushing me into the back. "I have done nothing wrong! You can't do this!" He laughed. "Innocents don't run." I cursed. "Police officers aren't supposed to try to detain random people." He told me to shut it and closed the opening between the back seat and the driver's half of the vehicle. We drove for what seemed like hours, but was only around forty five minutes. We pulled up in front of a large white building on a cliffside. "Where are you taking me? This isn't the police station." I leaned forward and hit his seat. He parked and got out, pulling my out of the back seat. He forced me into the building and into a room with around fifty surgery tables with restraints. Only one was empty, the other forty nine occupied by what I assumed, by their rugged attire, other homeless people. A few guards leaned against the walls. I whirled around to face the cop. I jumped, my hands passing under me and my legs kicking out. I hit the cop square in the chest and we both fell. I got back up and the guards started shooting. One shot me in the shoulder. A few of them surrounded me and stuck a needle into my neck, pressing the sedative into my skin. My vision faded and I collapsed with a thud.

Two years later - Prologue Part Two

I was the last one left, the survivor. The last one taken was a guy around my age named Derick. I knew by his screams and sudden silence that he didn't make it. I also knew that there was no one left to cry for us. No one ever returned. I would be the last to die, alone in the world.

Present times

A group of armed men emerged from the door that had brought so much terror. They undid my restraints and lockes my hands behind me. Then, they dragged me out of the room into a large room. In the center was a large human shaped chamber. It had indents in the back of it, and was loaded with syringes. They pushed me into it and hooked it up. Needles plunged into my arms, legs, and stomach. Flowing into my veins was a blue syrum. They closed the top, leaving me concealed within. I saw them cranking levers outside of the window. I felt an intense burning on my skin and screamed. It got worse for a moment, then stopped. The chamber opened and I fell out of it. A few guards caught me and put the cuffs back on. Sweat covered me and I struggled to stand. They dragged me into the hallway and I lashed out, hitting the guard in front of me. I felt a surge of energy and broke the cuffs in half, leaving me with two parts attached to my wrists. I used them to bash each of the guards. I expanded my large, black wings and started running. My white tank top was torn in the back to allow my wings through, and had become a crop top. I ran through the halls, batting the white coats with my wings. I made it to the door and burst through it. I faced a cliff. "Don't fail me now," I said to myself, and I jumped.