So Friday’s my English exam and I don’t think I’m ready yet. I did a composition during class and was surprised to see that I took quite a lot of time to finish my planning, let alone the whole paper. Though I’ve been doing quite a bit of compositions this year, all of which were not done within a time limit, so that may be one of the reasons why I took so long.
Anyways, I just thought I’d post the essay I wrote here.
It’s edited and incomplete because it’s really long. Some parts may be illogical but just deal with it, I’m no genius.
Original concept by the Maximum Ride series by James Patterson.
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Flight
By: — R –
Flight has always been a dream for human beings. It was made possible with the invention of aeroplanes but there are some who feels that it is insufficient. Flying on an aeroplane does not, in their opinion, give a sense of freedom. They wanted something more natural that will give that which aeroplanes does not. This desire, this greed, is what drives them to look into genetic engineering to create a human-avian hybrid, a human with wings and the ability to fly. Thus, countless experiments were conducted on humans and as a result, lives were lost due to the failure of the experiments. After years of experimenting was there finally a successful experiment.
The hybrid, experiment number 431, was brought up in a cell located in the research laboratory and is constantly under the watchful eye of the scientists. He was given limited, if any, freedom. Everyday, he would be brought to several rooms to be experimented on or examined. All was going well for the scientists until one day, when 431 was being examined, a scientist detected an anomaly in the hybrid’s nervous system. He brought back 431 to his room and hastily approached his fellow colleagues to discuss the problem.
“From the look of things, it would seem that his nervous system is slowly being ineffective,” said the scientist who had examined 431. “This process would continue until it would one day be completely dead. Number 431 would be nothing but a piece of mindless flesh and meat.”
“So what do you suggest we do?” voiced another scientist, directing his question to no one in particular.
“Well, there is only one thing we can do,” answered another. “Elimination.” He continued, “We have no use for failures and keeping a defect will only waste precious space. It would be for the best if we dispose of him as soon as possible so that we can start work on another one.”
Without wasting any time, the scientist ordered for their specially trained personnel to take experiment number 431 to their private island which was specifically built to dispose of failures. 431 was placed in a cage and loaded onto a ship headed towards the private island. 431 had been around the lab for nearly 15 years and he knew all too well where he was going. His suspicions were confirmed when he overheard a pair of scientists’ conversation, “What a waste, and he lived for pretty long too, compared to other experiments.”
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431 had had enough. He was tired of being caged up for years and yearned for freedom. On his trip to the island, he started to formulate a plan to escape from the clutches of the scientists and his preordained fate. The journey did not take long and soon he was making his way towards a high-tech looking building. He knew that if he were to escape, he would have to act now because once he was inside, there would be no more chances left. Fortunately for him, only his hands were bound with chains. His legs and wings were free. “And I thought they were supposed to be smart,” he thought to himself silently.
The hybrid’s eyes darted left and right, confirming his position among the lab’s military personnel. There were only three people, one in front of him and the other two flanked him on both sides. Again, he was lucky because there were only three people for him to deal with. When he was a couple of hundred metres from the building, he set his plan in motion. He suddenly unfurled his wings without any warning and this caused the two men at his sides to halt momentarily. The dust that was being blown around by the wind created by the sudden movement only added to the confusion. 431 took this chaos as an opportunity to ram the person in front of him and in the process, taking the key for his chains. When that was done, he summoned all of his energy into his legs and within a second, he was soaring in the sky. He then transferred the energy from his legs into his wings and brought them up and down with as much strength as he could to get away from the scene as fast as possible.
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Within the chaos on the island below, one of the specially trained personnel, the one who got knocked down, quickly grabbed a rifle strapped onto his belt and took aim. Only thing was, there was nothing to aim at except for a small dot that was getting smaller by the second. He brought it back down and scowled.
“Shit….,” mumbled the one that was to the left of 431, “How troublesome….”
“They are so gonna kill us,” grumbled the other one.
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When the news of 431’s escape reached the research lab, the scientists were ferocious. No doubt they blamed the guards for this escape.
“What the hell do we do now!?” yelled a scientist.
“We cannot afford for the public to know what we are doing here. If word gets out, we would be put to jail or even death for toying with human lives,” said another, though this one was fairly calm.
“True, that’s why we must find and kill him at all cost,” said a feminine voice. “We need to set aside all other experiments and concentrate on finding number 431 first. Eliminating him is our top priority now.”
“Yes,” said another. “Good thing for us, we inserted a tracker in him,” he continued and smirked menacingly.
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Well, that’s it for now.
It’s still incomplete and I don’t know whether to end it with the next ‘chapter’ like I originally planned it at school, or continue and make it into a multi-chapter story kind of thing.
Anyway, as I’ve mentioned earlier, this piece has been edited because there’s no way I’m gonna get away with writing ‘Shit’ in a composition and also, it’s really very long (No way am I gonna be able to finish it in an hour…).
