Maximum Ride: A Baby Story

Chapter 17:

Chapter 17:

Fang POV:

Before my eyes I saw the most inhumane creature of my life. Two babies about two weeks old lay before me tangled together. Their hands cut off connected at the wrists stapled and sown together. Tissue and bodily fluids leaked from the openings creating a yellow and red tinted stain that covered the cloth they'd been placed on. One of the babies had their feet enlarged no doubt doing so by taking uneeded flesh from other parts of the body to cover the air sack that made the foot look twice as large. Scanning for the shaven skin mark along the body I only found it when I looked at the other, it's chest torn apart.

This was no doubt a failed experiment. Judging from the wounds I developed the theory they were trying to make one human out of two.

It's liver, stomach, heart, lungs and small intestines had been removed from the body. As I looked for the answer the thought finally struck me that there were 700 other doors no doubt revealing the same thing. I ran from the room bumping into Nudge who stayed wide eyed and terrified from what'd she'd just witnessed. I doubt she'll ever be playing with dolls again.

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I reached the other room, again counter turning to open the door. This time I saw one completely different sight. A baby this time seeming one year of age, lay in a tank of blue liquid.

Drowned no doubt.

But when I took a closer look once again pure terror struck me. The blue liquid was actually acid. This baby had been tempered with to revolt the affects acid has on the body. This in every way tragically failed. It's eyes has been eaten from the sockets revealing brain tissue swimming around in the tank. It had completely melted all the skin on the body leaving blood to slowly seep from the pores.

No. Not anymore. I can't take anymore.

I turned and ran from the building. I screamed for the flock to follow. We ran outside and I kept running till I felt safe enough away. There, I fell to my knees and cried. Oh Max I thought, Oh Max I can't do this. I can't do this.

I don't give a damn about Dylan. I hate him for letting me see that. I hate him.

We flew home, swiftly and in silence. All my thoughts focused around one thing,

how I envied Iggy.