Prologue: Labs, Pain, and Escape.
April 10th, 17 years ago.
I wake up chained to a flat metal bed. I hear the beeping of one of the machines that is attached to my body, and smell the chemicals that make me want to vomit. I feel pain in my back where the men in white coats are examining. They like to look there. The chemicals that made me sleep must have been wearing off, because one of the people in the white coats tells another person to give me more of the sleeping juice. But I don't want to go back to sleep. Because I will wake up in the tank where they put needles in me and give me medicine. I can't breathe in the tank. I scream, but they keep puting the medicine in me. And then they put me in my cage and leave me lying, all crumpled up and crying, shouting out for help that will never come. I scream because my back feels like it is being torn off and I have too much air in me and I want to stop it all so I scrach and pull at my back. And my back bleeds even more and my whole body aches. But the men tell me it is the last time I have to go to sleep. Tomorrow, I will be all better. So I let them, and I dream of what it will be like to be free.
Present Day (1966)
I should not have been as foolish as to think they would actually let me out. They kept me in, and I did not like it. I waited until I was strong enough to fight back. The task was hard, but not impossible. I escaped the rooms, the tank of medicine and needles, the room where they watched me suffer as by body ached from pain that they inflicted on me, scratching my back until it bled, it hurt so bad. Where they made me sleep and would lied to me. It was all gone. Once I made my way through the tunnel and saw light, I knew I was free.
As I look at my surroundings, I notice the once bright light was dimmer, replaced only by a white glow. I looked up to see the moon shining brighter than the stars down upon me. I looked down again, the glow of the moon lighing my way enough so that I could see. I see many boats along the beach where I was. I ran to the nearest one. But before I could even get to the docks, I was grabbed.
"Get the Avian!"
"I got her!"
"We can't bring her back, she's seen too much!"
I hear so many voices, hushed, but firm. I'm trying to scream, but I just can't find my voice. The hand around my neck keeps me quiet.
"We dump her on the next Island down, she'll never survive."
Suddenly, a cloth is put to my nose. I fall asleep once again, but I hope I never wake up. I had to get back to the wonderful feeling of freedom.