Hey again. It's another fanfic…and you've seen how consistent I am with my writings. I'm sick right now, but you'll just have to deal with how inconsistent I am, kay? (: I'll try to update without a two-month span between everything, but…yeah. I hope you like this. (:
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Cold eyes.
I was stared at with those cold eyes as I silently pleaded for her to free me from this hell. From the chain keeping me bound to this burning inferno. I didn't want to stay. I wanted to leave. To be free. To do what they've been doing ever since they came here. Every time they were caught. Escape.
But she only stared back at me with those eyes…I wasn't even sure if they were cold. But that was how my brain was interpreting them, since she was not turning to free me as well. But then the dark-haired boy whispered something in her ear, like, "we can't save them all". The leader took a gulp, and then turned her back upon me and followed the other four, off to save herself and her "flock".
My shoulders shook with silent tears as I was left, yet again. I begged with everybody, even the whitecoats. But I soon realized that begging to be let free led to more tests. More pain. I was told I was more powerful than them; the six. But I was always alone. They not dare make another of me, another experiment like me. I was unstable enough.
What am I, might you ask?
Well, that's classified information.
I laid there, all hope lost, becoming silent. I could feel my voice box withering away inside me as the weeks passed from lack of use. Pain chipped away at my mind, gnawing at my soul, trying to crack me.
And then my day came.
It was a day like any other. The whitecoats came in and picked up my crate, rolling me out for tests. I sighed, but uttered no word. Since it was early in the morning and I was the first out, all the windows were open to air out the chemical smell from the night before. Oddly enough, they trusted me not to fly off.
The crate was stationed near a window, where my small cheetah cub form was easily picked up and set atop the flat top of the crate. While he got a syringe ready, I sat down and groomed my fur. But not without catching sight of the scenery outside. Rolling green hills, bright, captivating green grass, deep blue sky… I was mesmerized instantly. Before I knew it, I'd leapt out the window without a sound and was running through the grass, grinning as my short legs carried me as fast as I could. My mind pinched for a moment, and then I was bigger—an adult cheetah.
The yells behind me announced that my escape had been registered, so my feet carried me faster. To my distain, they carried me right over a cliff.
I wasn't scared.
Because at that moment, my mind pinched again, and then I was soaring away, into the sunrise, as a Barn Owl.
Yeah, yeah. Night predator. Nocturnal. My favorite bird. So build a damn bridge and get over it, okay?
Hours later, I collapsed in a tree from exhaustion. During my journey, I'd decided I didn't want to be a bird anymore. So I morphed into me, but kept the wings. What can I say? Barn Owl wings are pretty awesome.
I climbed a little higher and made the wings disappear, curling up in the crook of two thick branches. My dark hair fell around my face, warming it up slightly.
I suppose this would be a good time to tell you about me.
My name is Iris. I have long, curly brunette hair, usually kept in a dirty scrunchie given to me by one of my best friends before I was taken here. I'm about 5'9, tall for my age, and slender. I would think of myself as the kid who's silence is taken as "too good to talk to anyone". Most people never forget my eyes—one green, one blue.
That is about all you need to know.
I hunkered down in the tree, sighing. I'd find the proper necessities needed to live tomorrow. Right now, rest was the number one priority.
In the morning, I was awoken by the squeaks of an unhappy chipmunk. My eyes opened to a bleary, unclear world, and an upset chipmunk staring at me. I shifted and noticed I was covering what appeared to be a hole in the tree—the chipmunk's home—and instantly rolled away with an apologetic squeak to the animal. Staring at me like I was crazy, the chipmunk scurried inside and hid.
I decided to get a move on. Combing through my hair with my fingers, I slid down the tree quietly, transforming into a dog. I was pretty cute, if I do say so myself. A little West Highland Terrier. I could feel the energy in my tiny legs just waiting to get out, but I walked along calmly, stopping to sniff every once in a while.
"I don't even like Arizona!" A male voice literally barked. "There are no good restaurants that allow dogs inside!" I flicked my ear, hearing the little claws tapping the sidewalk as the other dog walked, and the crunch of cement as someone walked beside him.
"Well, shut up and deal with it. We're just here for a little bit. Now, do you see any fo—Angel! What are you doing?"
A little curly-haired blonde girl, that looked no older than six, was suddenly standing in front of me, smiling genuinely. She reached down to pat me, her halo curls looking as if they were floating around her face, and instinctively, I fell into a lying down position, which, unfortunately, was mistaken for a play bow.
"Ooo! She wants to play!" The little girl squeaked, amused. She turned back to the tall girl, whom was standing beside the short, black, Scottie looking dog. "Total, come here."
The small dog, now known to me as Total, walked forward. He arched his neck forward, sniffing me cautiously.
Instead of sniffing back, I simply backed up a step in disgust, wrinkling my coal black nose. I didn't dare speak, though words were forming inside my head.
The little girl cocked her head to the side. "Max, what does 'as—"
"It's a word you don't need to know about!" she snapped, almost instantaneously. The much taller girl, with brown hair and eyes to match, looked down upon the two of us intently. "How did you know that word, Angel?"
The little blonde girl, Angel, I remembered, pointed to me. "She was thinking it."
The older girl, Max, looked at me accusingly. "Stop cursing," she hissed, and then took Angel's hand.
"Bark," I said generically. My leg reached up to scratch my ear. "Hiss."
"Hiss?" Angel asked, confused. "Don't cats hiss?"
Feeling like my cover was blown, I turned tail and bolted, my tiny terrier legs carrying me as fast as I could possibly go.
"Fang!" Max barked. "Catch that dog!"
Hands suddenly grasped my torso, causing me to whip my head back and try to bite. I saw the dark hair of someone carrying me, accompanied by black hair and olive skin. And then my scruff was grasped, and I was lifted to become nose-to-nose with Max.
"You're not a dog, are you?" she said quietly, interrogatingly. Fang and Total were scanning the area for any danger.
I gave her a defiant look, turning my head.
She shook me. "Speak!"
I stuck my tongue out at her.
"Ugh!" she groaned, dropping me. "I swear, it talked!"
The dark haired boy, who I assume was Fang, gave a slight smile. "Mhm."
As soon as my feet hit the ground, I was off and running. This time, I was caught by Total. Angel soon retrieved me.
"You're coming with us," Max grumbled, walking off. "If it's an ally of the Erasers, it might be able to cough up some info." For a moment, she fell silent. "Magnolia's old dog crate in Mom's attic. We can use that to keep it in one place."
"Her!" Angel snapped, holding my squirming body up so I couldn't run. She shook me, silencing my squirms.
"Her," she sighed, walking alongside Fang. I watched as he slipped an arm around her waist, intrigued as her body seemed to relax.
Then I came back to reality.
I was in deeeep sh*t.
