((It is not tiny - it is only Times New Roman. :P))
Subject 94/Nepenthe
sweet cordial of oblivion
The boy remembered hands exactly like this one - they had belonged to men in white coats. But he must feel nothing; he must say nothing. That much he remembered.
[size=16pt]~Midtime[/size]
Exeriment 221 looked over at Angel sadly. Angel was a mere chikd. Experiment 221 could handle the pain, barely. But a child that small... Experiment 221 was suprised Angel was still alive. HEr mouth watered as she saw the WhiteCoat eating the burger. She hadn't eaten in days. She heard her stomach grumble loudly.
Experiment 221
No name, no soul.
Experiment 221 Frowned In Confusion At Angel. She Opened her Mouth To Speak, But Her Throat Was Dry. And Scratchy. She Cleared It, and Parted Her Dried Lips Again. "Are you ok?" She Spoke Softly, And Had A Slight Georgia Twang.
Experiment 221 Glared At The Whitecoat. "Um, duh. Now How about you shut your face?" Her Remark Was Dry And Sarcastic.
"Idiot!" She Young Teen Hissed. "I was 13 then you caight me, of COURSE I already knew how to Speak!" Experiment 221 Was Somewhere Between 14 and 15. She Wasn't Sure.
((If you don't mind, I'm quite sure that human beings would only be captured by the School for the sake of giving birth to experiments - as was done with the flock. They undertook the duty voluntarily for a fair sum of money, if I recall. The vanishment of a legally existing individual - particularly in the US - would create a great commotion, and jeopardise the By-Half Plan. Then again, maybe they need her for special purposes? 
Also, if you don't mind, the weird capitalisation is giving me quite a headache. :())
Subject 94/Nepenthe
sweet cordial of oblivion
His black eyes looked out at Jynx; he stood there, undecided.
[size=16pt]~Midtime[/size]
((Sorry, my bad :( And Your right about the Age thing, but I wanted to try something a bit different.))
Lilly bit her lip, staying silent, as the white coats picked up the experiment's cage.
Experiment 221 growled quietly and rammed into the bars of the cage, hoping to make them drop it.
Jynx flicked her ears about. She stood up, slowly, her combat boots making no noise as she straightened. She inhaled, held her breath for a moment, and exhaled in a little puff as her brow creased with thought.
"I'm not one of them," she said, thinking of the avians who had remained loyal to the School and worked with the white-coats to get the rebels back.
Ann frowned, unable to hear what Jynx was going on about. "Halo, come with me," she said, gesturing to the young girl, then made her way over to Jynx. "What's going on?"
Jynx gestured with her tail for Ann to come over quietly. She looked at Ann, then again pointed her gaze toward the child.
Ann signaled for Halo to stay where she was instead, then slowly but surely walked to Jynx, then followed her gaze to the child huddled in the shadows.
Subject 94/Nepenthe
sweet cordial of oblivion
Not one of them. Not one of them. The words were no relief to the child's tortured mind. He had heard that before. The one who had said it had been one of them. She had lied. Were these people lying, too? though they did not wear white coats.
How could he tell? Whitecoats lied. Whitecoats set Erasers on him. Whitecoats gave him injections. Whitecoats were in the School.
It struck him, only then, that he had truly escaped. He was free; and though it might be faulty reasoning - he never thought it through - whitecoats, also, did not have wings.
Speech. Could he remember speech? How did the words go?
He said, slowly, carefully, "Who are you?"
[size=16pt]~Midtime[/size]
Jynx flinched a bit when he spoke. It came as a bit of a surprise - he looked in no condition to speak. Her surprise, however, was weak and lasted barely a moment. She crouched down again, eye-level with the little boy.
"I'm Jynx," she said carefully, not sure what else was available to say. "We're School experiments, too." Her tail flicked around her boots, making the laces sway a bit, as if to prove her point.