"Often in my life I have looked at myself in the mirror. A human face I don't see, instead I focus on what my DNA has given to me. Scales, senses beyond the norm, and most of all a will to live."
Natalie looked up from her journal and blinked against the florescence light. Rubbing her eyes she checked the time on the clock outside her cell. Three o'clock in the morning, luckily her body was use to not having as much sleep as regular people.
A guard passed past her cell, Natalie slunk back into the shadows of her cell. She had been in the mutant prison for six months now, the guards hardly noticed her anymore. It was good thing too, she had seen how they had beaten a mutant in a cell near hers, and she didn't want that to happen to her seeing as the scientists had already managed to find her weaknesses.
She hopped onto her bed and curled her wings around her and began to drift off to sleep.
"Pst, Dragon-chick," she heard someone whisper to her.
"What the bloody heck is that," Natalie murmured uncurling her wings and jumping off the bed. She went to the door of her cell and peered through the bars. In the cell across from her a green faced man stared back at her.
"Hey, usually I don't do this but you seem like a pretty decent bird," the man said.
"What's your point?" Natalie asked narrowing her eyes. He was the same mutant that the guards had been beating the crap out of. What did they call him, Salamander, Newt, or something?
"What if I could get you out of here?"
"I'm interested," Natalie said.
"See I got a couple of friends' waiting for me to get out of this cell and join them up. But I got a bit of a problem; I'm not capable of breaking out of here on my own. Seeing as a pair of wings would be required to get to my friends in decent amount of time."
"So basically you need an escape car, no thanks I'll serve my time in here," Natalie growled turning away and going back to her bed.
"Wait, my friends they're mutants like us, in fact we live together, occasionally taking out those who p-- us off, but other then that it's a pretty cool place. I might be able to get you into this place if you help me out. Listen from one Brit to another I just want to help you out."
"Listen my time is almost up and I'll be getting out of here in a few months, now let me be."
"You actually think you'll get out of here? Do you think that anyone actually survives this place? You didn't do anything to get into this place, and a few days before your suppose to get out they'll take you to a little lab underneath our cells and dissect you for science."
Natalie turned back to the green faced man, "You mean this is like a concentration camp?"
"In some ways yes."
Natalie closed her eyes and then opened them, "I'll help you, but on one condition that we'll return to this place and destroy it once we get enough people to help us."
"Of course, now let me get your cell unlocked," the man said opening his mouth, a slimy green tongue flew out at the number pad on Natalie's cell; the slim short circuited the number pad and Natalie's cell door slide open. "Now last round of the guard I got his keys some come over and unlock our control collar."
Natalie did what she was told and unlocked her collar. She crushed the collar with her strength and then turned towards the number pad on the green man's cell. She punched it crushing the pad and opening the green man's door. With a swift stroke she cut his collar with her talons.
"Up close I see you have amazing eyes," the green guy mentioned.
"Shut your slimy face before I decide to get out of here on my own," Natalie snarled picking the man up by the collar, "Now let's go those number pads were bound to have sensor on them." With that Natalie practically pulled the green man down the corridors of the prison.
A few minutes she stopped and looked around, "Bloody heck I have no idea where we are," she said.
"That's why I have this," the green man said pulling out a piece of paper. But Natalie wasn't listening; walking like a trance she entered a darkened room. She flipped on the light and gasped back a scream. All around her were dead mutants, some taken apart, and others in giant test tubes.
"My God," Natalie murmured stepping up to one of the test tubes. Inside held a small child with an overly large forehead, "Why would someone do this to people."
"Help me," the child suddenly spoke opening its eyes and what it seemed peering into Natalie's own soul, "Kill me."
Natalie held her hand up to her mouth before letting out a high pitched frantic scream. Turning away from the child, Natalie ran out of the room and straight into the green man.
"You were right," she cried into his shoulder. After a few minutes of panicking Natalie felt her instincts take over. Pulling herself away from the green man, who she didn't notice his disappointed look, she re-entered the room. She stood at the base of the test tube with the child in it.
"I'm sorry that you died by someone else's hand and not by the hand of God," she spoke before smashing the control panel of the test tube with her tail. She then continued to smash everything in the room and when she was done with that she watched as the room caught fire.
"Come on," she growled stepping out of the room, "I think that the guards now know that we've escaped."
Taking a quick look at the map Natalie and the green man found themselves in front of a large window. "Hey stop right there," she heard a voice behind them shout. Natalie turned as saw she was faced with at least twenty guards, bearing her talons she began advancing on them.
"You call us demons, but yet you take the lives of those who have yet to live," she yelled before she could attack the green man grabbed her hand.
"We have no time for this, let them suffer another time, we have to go," he said.
Natalie narrowed her eyes at the green man and then looked back at the guards, "Another time, luvs,' she said before grabbing the green man around the waist, making a run for the window, wrapping her wings around them and crashing through the window.
In a brief moment she let the wind whistle in her ears and the green man's panicked heartbeat pound against her chest. Then Natalie opened her wings and let the air currents lift her up beyond the shooting of the guards from the window.
"I would take an hour of freedom then spend a lifetime under slavery," she had once heard someone say, and for once she believed it.