Black Feather
Black Feather
My feet burned from when the white coats made me navigate through that dreaded maze. Why would a maze make my feet burn you may ask. First off, I had to run through it bear footed. And second, the floor heated (a lot) if I ever slowed down. So you can see my dilemma.
The name's Krieg, short for blitzkrieg. For those of you who don't know my name is German. And for those of you who did you probably figured that out already. I'm German. Now you're probably wondering what kind of place would be doing this to a 15 year old mutant teen with jet black wings. Well I'm at school. And by school I mean a large experimental genetic testing facility where the teachers get to literally try to hurt you in any way possible. Sounds fun doesn't it.
I had sen others like me but they disappeared. I seemed to be a prime target for those mad scientist. They preformed more sick experiments on me than those others. I guess in this case dying was the better outcome of life. By the way that was not an emo thought. No matter what you think.
I remember thinking at that time what the heck are those guys up too. I always seem to be the only one left. What do I have that the others didn't. As that thought entered my head I heard the door to the holding room for the dog crates that the dead ad once lived in. A bald headed man entered the room. his coat, reeked of cleaning agents.
He walked over and knelt down beside my first class upper living dog crate. He smiled but there was evil in his eyes. "your going to come with me, subject 265 is it?"
"Yeah... whatever, lets get this over with."
"Certainly 265." He unlatched the crate door, I crawled out feet and legs ackeing.
"So what are we doing this time? Something painful I bet."
"Of coarse not, its just standard procedure."
"Thats what they said before they jammed needles into my arm. Or that time when they tazed me to see how well I could react to pain. Oh... better yet even more recently when they burned my feet in that maze."
"Oh... well this time things will be different. You wont feel a thing."
"I get it your going to kill me too."
"Not quite."
--Ten Minutes later--
We walked into a completely white room. Surgical equipment lay everywhere.
"What are you up to?"
"Nothing my friend." Friend... the way he said friend made me shiver. It was so sinister. " Lay down on that medical bed."
"I knew it, autopsy," I said sarcastically.
"Oh your too late for that." As he said that multiple white coats entered the room I was strapped to the bed and injected with anistesa. Then every thing went black.