I do not own any of these characters except for Sage. But i do own the story line.

First off, I'm Sage.

Unfortunately, my whole life has been spent in this place called the Institute.

Unless you are a fan of having animal DNA grafted into you, I suggest you not go there.

Yes, I said animal DNA. I was pretty clueless about this whole thing until I was about two; well I think I was two.

The point is that I am a fourteen year old girl with avian DNA grafted into me.

I have wings.

Yes, wings.

Now before you say, "Oh my gosh, that's so freaking cool!" its not.

Maybe if you are a bird it is, but I'm not a bird.

I'm human.

Mostly.

So would you like to know how I escaped this wretched place?

Well, this white coat was unlocking my cage.

"Come on out, we've got another test to run," he tried to sound like a father.

As if.

What kind of father locks you in a dog cage, and will only let you out to "run tests"?

Probably none.

Well, I had just recently had other tests run on me.

Turns out I can pretty much own a full grown man in a fight.

And I can take out an Eraser- they have lupine DNA grafted into them- with a bit of effort.

So when he opened the cage, mistake number one, I hurled myself at him.

I knocked him over and he just laid there all stunned and didn't call for anyone, mistake number two.

I ran up this staircase, and it began to get darker.

I heard Erasers coming after me.

Uh oh.

"Oof!" I had bumped into a door.

Bingo!

My escape.

I rummaged around I'm my pocket for a few seconds….aha!

There they were!

A couple of these babies and I was home-free!

I could hear the Erasers getting closer.

Better make my move, and fast.

I threw about three mini bombs at the door.

Then I threw five behind me to take care of the Erasers.

KABOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!

The door was down, I heard it fall, but there was still darkness ahead of me.

I made my way up another staircase.

Dang it another door!

This one had no lock, and opened effortlessly.

One more staircase….

Finally!

I was in….a sewer?

Ew! Gross!

And I thought I'd seen and smelled some revolting stuff in my life time.

Well, it was better than a sickly sweet makes-you-pass-out smell.

And a squeaky clean mad scientist lab smell.

But I was out! I was free!

No more cages, or tests, or needles.

Then I saw a pothole.

My way out of here!