Part of the Flock- (Flock x Reader)

Dog Days (before the flock)

Since before you can remember, your life had been filled with white lab coats, cages, and experiments. You tried to escape it all once, five years ago. Now you were careful not to try again. You weren't the only experiment, but you were, so far, the longest surviving one. And then there were the wolf-men.

People, kids, that were killed after failed attempts at making them turn into half wolf, half human hybrids. Years and years of failed attempts, one after another.. Hundreds of innocent teens, kids, and adults, experimented on, poked, prodded, then killed, because they weren't good enough, weren't strong enough. Until they were. Now you are their target practice.

They look banged up, scarred, and bulky, but otherwise normal, until they transform. Their noses and mouths elongate into grotesque muzzles with sharp canine fangs as fur sprouts out of their skin. Their fingernails turn into claws and their muscles grow until they looked like they were jacked up with steroids. They look sloppy, like a child's drawing, but they haven't died, so they were kept. Now they hunt you. The scientists bind you up and take you out to an arena where they put a shock color around your neck and let you loose to try and evade the wolf-men, who are given paintball guns to try and shoot you down. The purpose? For the wolf-men to train to hunt the other bird kids.

From the little snippets of conversation that you pretend not hear, there are six other bird kids like you that escaped from another lab four years ago. Apparently, you were the first attempt at human-avian hybrid and, since you succeeded, they made others. More modified, they managed to escape with the help of a scientist. Oh how you wish the same would happen to you.

You sit in your medium sized dog crate, nursing the gash in your arm that one of the wolf-men managed to give you. "Experiment 1-0-5 needs to be treated before it bleeds out." You hear one of the Scientists say. A minute later, your cage door unlocks and you're dragged out and led to a white, sterile room where they disinfected your arm, stitched it up, and toss you back in the kennel. "Its gonna be another rough day for you tomorrow, freak." A scientist chortles before turning the lights out and locking the door behind him as he leaves.

Your wings are sore from being shot by the paintballs and ache from trying to keep in the air in the small arena. You hear the whimpers from the other experiments in the room as you settle down and slip into a fitful sleep.

A/N: Sorry for putting you in such a nightmarish situation but this is more or less what the flock went through too. Those books are not for children... see ya :)!