She sat on the wall and allowed herself to think. It was something very dangerous for someone- something- like her. An experiment. Something from the depts of a funded manic's mind, let loose by his merciful wife and hunted by his brainwashed sons. Baffled and confused by the bright outside world, PrototypeOne, or Izzy as she was so nicely named by the manic's wife (Mrs.Manic), jumped down and found a shady spot to lie in amongest the thin,baby trees. It was then, as she lay on the itchy bed of leaves, it hit her. She was alone. No more Mrs.Manic giving her trays of warm cookies, no more comfy bed Mrs.Manic had got her, no more...Mrs.Manic. Just a stupid miniature snowglobe Mrs.Manic had given her and her (programmed) common sense. Izzy had extrodinary powers of mind control (could hear thoughts and control them) and the ability of flight (had large wings). Now she would have to use them to fend for herself,...to survive.She also had a hopeless mission. To track down a man believed to be dead, and learn how to stop Manic and his other experiments. Thought's buzzing through her head, she drifted into a deep sleep.
The steady drip-drop of the drops of rain and the sound of crunching leaves, woke her from her dreamless sleep. Izzy lept to her feet.She could hear a voice speaking. It sound seemed to come from everywhere, enclosing her in a circle.
'How could she? Has she completely lost it?', the voice was saying.
Izzy spun, searching for the source of the voice. The crunching got louder, and the voice was like a screaming in her ear.She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to block it out.
"Shut up!" she cried.Now she'd done it. Given herself away. Who ever was there knew where she was now.
