She didn't have a name, only a number.
She had basic, choppy thoughts that clumped together into mixed up sentences. And they hadn't bothered to teach her to form actual words, either.
Sound, weird, who…
She didn't know much emotion, but she did know fear. Very well.
Her large-ish, skinny hands were tensely clenched around the bars of the cage she was contained in. Barely seen due to the massive mahogany wings that were covering the scraggily dressed misfit, the wide eyes stared out into space. Not necessarily at the source of the noise.
They didn't have to be.
She couldn't see.
Blinded by her mutations, she had never been able to see. Though, it had done wonders for her hearing. Being able to hear more stirs in the airwaves than any other living thing on the face of the stinking planet.
More footsteps, yes, that's what they were, flowed down the hallway, lighter than the scientists footsteps. A completely normal human wouldn't have been able to pick up the waves, but she wasn't completely normal. Or human, for that matter.
Steps…step…
Who…who…