At first there was nothing.
Then slowly, painfully, he began to remember.
The men. The ones in white lab coats. The ones who shot him with a tranquilizer while he was flying…
…flying?
Oh, yes, he remembered again. He was a bird, a macaw, deep blue in colour.
"Wake up."
The voice was harsh and low.
He squinted as he opened his eyes and looked around slowly.
He was in a room, no doubt. Metal walls. He slowly moved his wings but he found himself strapped to a cold, metal chair.
"Try to focus. Look at me."
He faced front and saw a tall, dark man in a lab coat glaring at him.
The man kneeled down and came face to face with the macaw.
In a softer tone he said "Do you remember your name?"
Name… name… my name. His mind raced.
"Ri- Ricardo." He said weakly.
The man smiled "Bring in the needle!"
A door opened and another man handed him a roll of cloth.
Ricardo moved his head to get a better look but the man now walked to him and tightened the straps.
"Ow! Watch the wing!"
The man chuckled "Don't worry, after this…" he unrolled the cloth to reveal a syringe with blue coloured liquid inside. "… you won't be needing them anymore." He pressed the needle to Ricardo's neck.
"No! What do you mean? I need my wings!" Ricardo screamed frantically.
"Don't worry. It won't hurt so much. It w…oo…t h…hh…"
The man's voice drifted away as Ricardo felt the liquid take effect.
His vision blurred. The world rotated round him.
Then, blackness.