SCREAMING

Disclaimer: I don't own any of Maximum Ride characters.

Okay, I was in a particularily angsty mood with this. Very graphic story.

It could be set from any of the flock's point of view during the time at the School.

The screaming never stops here.

I hold tightly onto the cage, trying to stretch myself as much as I can. I look around, trying to see where the yells are coming from this time.

There.

A little girl, maybe half a year old. Her mouth is open and she yells bloody murder.

I look at her in horror as I can see the blood vessels exploding. Her entire skin is ripping itself apart. It's starting from her arms and her legs.

The skin flashes apart, shredded.

The screaming just gets louder.

I see in horrified disbelief that her arms are splitting open. They're actually splitting open. The blood that comes pouring out is a sick shade that's almost blue.

The shreds rip up higher, and rip across her skin. The ones from her legs have gone across the sides. Her stomach is practically lying open.

I want to look away but I can't.

The ones that began on her arms have managed to reach her neck. Now it's slashing open her jugular vein.

For a second she gurgles, then crashes against the side of her cage, blood pouring out still.

It slides across. So much blood I can barely believe her little body could hold it all.

The rips are still continuing. Her body is decaying, imploding before my eyes. Slashes continue across her body like some knife is driving across her.

I keep my eyes trained on her body. Sorta something to say that I know she's suffering. As sick as everything is, I try to remember them.

Finally she explodes.

Her blood sprays everyone. A goop lands just in front of my cage. I could probably touch it if I could get my hand through the whole.

I close my eyes. That was sick.

A scientist walks in after a while. I'd say an hour, but who can tell?

He taps at her cage. He looks around at us. Then he calmly picks up his radio and orders cleaners to come in.

Doesn't he realise that that was a living, a breathing girl? That she was thinking and feeling? That she was screaming the entire way through her hideous death?

No, of course he doesn't. We're just stupid experiments to him. To all the so called scientists here.

There's probably a word to describe them, but I've never been taught it. Education in anything is non-existent here. I'll bet the word has four letters though.

The sick thing is she's not the only one to die like that here. I've seen three die explode in the past… two months? Was that how long it had been?

They must be experimenting with some new thing. Some sort of genetic translation that doesn't work well with human genes.

That one had lasted for six months. A record for that batch.

I feel my wings shift on my back. Sometimes I'm grateful that that was the only thing they'd done to me.

I look at the girl as she gets cleaned up. She'd died in a torturous, insanely painful way. Her death had been drawn out and so terrible.

And I envy her.

At least she wouldn't have to face another day of hopeless pain and torture.

Someone else is screaming now.

I craned my neck to see. A flash of needles.

Wordless animalistic howls of pain.

I close my eyes this time.

Would this experiment survive the test?

One thing was for certain.

When this one stopped screaming – there'd be someone else.

I just have to hope I'm not next.

Or hope I am.