Logan
"Come on! Hurry up! The Hunters should be on us anytime soon now!"
Logan's legs heaved his body forward. One step after another, he was panting like a dog. His wings held him back, and he was dying to take flight. But he refrained; he knew he would get his chance. The world around him seemed to blur as the escapees approached the Great Wall. The grass, the sky, the fresh air. They were all things he hadn't seen in years. His senses were overloaded by the new sights and smells and sounds. This was freedom. Yes, he was not quite off the hook yet. But the freedom to see, touch, smell, taste, and hear the outdoors. Inside, he was nothing more than a prisoner.
He saw the wolf girl slow down as she approached the massive wall. The one thing that could keep all of them back. With another powerful stride, Logan used his wings to launch himself into the air. There was barely an air current and Logan wasn't used to flying; it was an awkward and slow rise. But slowly, he found himself at the top of the wall. There were guard towers in various places along the wall, and he knew he didn't have much time up here.
Quickly, his sharp eyes darted around the wall and towers. Inside the towers were guards, possibly even hunters. He had no time to search for a way to open the gate. Though he usually hated to do so, he asked for help below: "How do I open the gate?" he yelled, leaning over the edge of the wall. He braced his wings for flight in case the guards in the towers had heard him.
Back towards the main building of the Institute, he heard the sirens begin to sound. The alarm rose, and he hoped the others like him could keep a sane mind through it. It would either be the last sound they heard before their breakout, or the first sound they heard before being recaptured. The hunters would be on their way, and Logan's anxiety nearly shot through the roof. He was so close to being free for the first time in eleven years.