The Lost Soul: A Maximum Ride Story

The Escape

I run.

Run as fast and as hard as I possibly can.

If I hesitate for even moment, it means torture and pain that defies any normal explanation.

But then again, I'm all but normal.

My name is Jessica. At least, that's what I've been told since birth. I'm fourteen years old.

I'm a mutant.

I'm a winged, mutant freak, created by these monsters of people.

I hear their angry shouts and yells, telling me that if I stop now, they won't kill me. But that's exactly what I want.

Death.

Anything would be better than living every single day of my life being stabbed, tested, experimented on, and stabbed again.

Their footsteps echo loudly against the trees like thunder closing in around me. I know that my fourteen year-old body cannot carry me much further.

Lost in a haze of thought, I don't see the log in front of me. Before I know it, I'm falling towards the ground. Hot tears blur my vision as their footsteps get closer, closer.

'They' are the Whitecoats, the people who created the School, the hell-hole where I'm imprisoned. I've lived there my whole life. They're the only people I know.

One of them catches up to me, yanking my body up by my hair and seizing my arm. A scream escapes my throat as I kick and thrash. But soon after, others are there, holding me down.

Once I am pinned down, a woman approaches with a syringe. I scream as loud as I can, hoping someone, anyone, will hear me and come to my rescue. A hand clamps over my mouth as she slides the needle into my arm.

As the medicine courses through my veins, everything.

Goes.

Black.