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Ahura inspired me to make my own Maximum Ride fanfic. ^^ It's based of the plot of one of the roleplays I'm in. But, of course, it has quite a few twists.

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Green fluid distorted my vision. The experiment tank was just about as good as a dog-crate in terms of escaping. Paired with Eraser guards, it seemed virtually impossible to ever be free. But it was obvious enough I couldn't stay here; then again, I barely knew if I could survive on air like a normal person could.

My human DNA merged with fish DNA, I could breath underwater easily enough. My lungs seemed to work fine, too, but I didn't know if it would be enough for long periods of time. Usually, I was studied in the water, or in tanks full of strange fluid like this one. Besides, I barely knew what it was like outside the School. Surely it had to be better than this; anything would be better than this.

Jabbed with needles, experimented on, day and night. I only got brief moments of respite, and they seemed to get less and less frequent. I wasn't even a person to them; I was an object, like a test tube. Something to be poked and prodded, something that was perfectly okay to study like an animal. Did I think it was okay? Of course not. Did they care? Why would they?

So despite all of the things that could go wrong, the very likely chance I would end up killed, or worse - right back here - I was planning to escape. I had a vague idea of a plan, and though it was weak and needed tons more planning...it was better than nothing. Right?

Night fell quickly. Though the building almost shut down, there were still Erasers and whitecoats prowling the hallways. Heart thumping loudly in anticipation, I carefully looked through the thick glass. I could see well enough to tell no one was in the room at the moment, apart from the other experiments. I felt a twinge of pity for leaving them, but I couldn't take them all. I barely knew them, to be honest. A labratory crawling with twisted, cruel whitecoats wasn't exactly the best place to socialize.

My webbed feet propelled my upwards, my hands hitting the top lightly. I pushed upward as hard as I could with one hand. It made an inch-wide gap between the top and the side, which was just enough for my slender fingers to fit through. I carefully manipulated the lock securing the tank. The latch swung open, and I pushed the top to the side. I clambered out as quietly as I could. My lungs seemed fine so far, and I breathed just as easily as I would have in the tank.

Besides, I would rather suffocate than go back.

I carefully walked through the door, and through the hall. No one in sight so far, which was a good sign. I honestly felt exhilirated, despite the paralyzing fear I would be discovered. Adrenaline made my heart pound in my ears, and the air was pure and sweet in my lungs.

I soon realized it would take my all night, and then some, to find a door out of here. That left me one option. I found a convenient window that wasn't embedded with wire. I studied the glass; it seemed easy enough. I knew it would be locked, so I just rammed my shoulder against the glass as hard as I could. It shattered, and alarms began to blare, bathing the halls in their red glow.

Sickening dread filled me as I heared the sound of people running towards me. Squeezing my eyes shut, I jumped out the window. I was probably on the second floor, making the drop a pretty decent way down. I hit a soft patch of grass, rolling with the impact. My breath left me with a whoosh, and I momentarily resorted to my gills, trying to suck in oxygen. But no water. Focusing, I sucked in air with a big wheeze, and stood up as fast as I could.

My muscles were surprisingly strong from swimming as often as I did, and I was able to run ahead of the Erasers chasing me. As I left the horrible building behind, giddiness swept through me.

I was free.

Beautiful! You just inspired me!