Escape from the School - Open

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    Blaine


    Blaine was squished inside one of the dog cages at the School, staring hopelessly out at the other mutants surrounding her. There were five empty dog cages directly next to her, and Blaine was still the only avian-human mix.
    Her wings felt cramped and small, and she hadn't eaten in days. The hunger was getting to her, messing with her head. Her dark hair was matted and sticky with sweat and blood. The cuts on her face and arms stung, and she felt weaker by the second.
    Blaine was going to die alone, and she knew it.

    [justify][/justify]




    [justify]Chole felt tried of the experiments done on her. She felt like she couldn't move at all. Chole tried to keep her eyes open, but they and she asleep. She stay asleep for a while. When she woke she was in a dog cage and she had wings.[/justify]

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    Jake shakes his cage, his hands rapped tightky around the bars that held him. He pushed himself agaisnt the cage and it falls, he lands face first onto the ground. He felt blood ooze down his nose and mouth. He grumbled. "Great." He rubbed his back making sure his wings were okay. He was going to fly out, now that a bar broke, his escape was more possible. He pushes each bar, looking for loose ones. Jake was going to get out. Today.
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    Dagger hugged her chest to her knees, her pale, milky, useless eyes staring into space. She hugged her knees to her chest, shivering violently. When would they let be out of this place? Dagger didn't want to think about it.

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    tugging, Jake broke a cage bar and squeezed out. He gazed at the others and hurried to find keys to unlock there cages. It was the right thing to do. He looked apon another winged girl, staring into space. "Im going to get you out."


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    Steele was a bio-engineered evelutionary success. He had the appearance of a human but if given the chance could transform into a beastly dragon. His eyes were red with black slits and his canines were abnormally long so that they hung over his bottom lip. He was uncaged yet restrained by platinum chains. He breathed heavily as blood dripped from his chest. His dragon wings expanded and contracted in rythym with his raspy breathing. They had put him through pain tolerance testing which consisted of being impaled with spears, electrocuted, and other mishellaneous torture.

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    Jake nodded, and tore the cage open, his superstregth breaking the bars. He quickly cared her out and placed her on the floor. "Im going to get the others, okay? Here grab my hand." he says to the little girl and holds her small hand.
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    Dagger nodded, obeying, and joined him. Her petite feet hit the hard, cold floor, sending a shiver up her spine. Her pale, blank eyes looked around in an unseeing motion, his tiny hand clasping his. "Let me help." She said, in a small voice.

    Dagger felt someone watching her. She groped around, his tiny fingers scraping the bars of Chole's cage. " Are you trapped, too?" She whispered. "We'll get you out." Her blonde hair fell into her milky eyes, and she smiled reassuringly.

    Dagger (which is really just a term I'm calling her for now) shrugs. "They, the evil chemical-smelling people, call me 'The exorcist experiment', or experiment 666. I... I don't have a name." She responds, "do you?"

    She nodded, "Chole is a good name." She said, her voice an echoing whisper, "Where did you hear it?" She listened to Chole's voice, her tiny hands gripping the cold metal bars. She wanted Jake to help, to get CHole out, too.

    The little girl nodded, and tugged at the bars with all her strength. Still, she was only six, and strength was definitely not her power. Her wings enclosed around her, straining with her as she pulled.

    They creaked and moaned, the side of the cage rather loose. Dagger, or temporary-Dagger, tugged and tugged, replying, "I'm fine! You need to get out!" With CHole pushing as well, the bars gave way, leaving the side of the cage, framework and bars, open.