The cage opened,"Give me her," Ari growled. "Never," breathed Angelo. Ari wanted me, their newest subject. I was simply a mere infant, small and helpless. They took me from the hospital when I was born, my name is Kylie. "Give me her, I swear to fucking God," he said. "Fine, Kylie I am so sorry," Angelo cried. He handed me to the terrible Eraser Ari, I couldn't even speak yet, and they were doing experiments on me! He took me out of the cage, and walked me out of the room, leaving other Erasers to shut the cage. "You're going to be such a good girl," he cooed. Wait did he just coo? "You're going to be better than Max ever was, you're going to be loyal." he told me, taking me into a white room, full of testing equipment. They hadn't yet done a single test on me, I was normal. Just a normal pooping, screaming, crying, eating baby. Then he set me on the table, "Good, I thought Angelo was never going to hand her over," a dark haired man said. "He refused at first, I chipped him down though," Ari chuckled.
Could he not be so... intimidating? Nope. The table was silver, and cold against my smooth, baby back. I cried. "Shhh, it's ok." chuckled Ari, "You'll be fine soon enough," The dark haired man put a needle in my arm, causing everything to go black. When I awoke, I was in Angelo's arms,"Kylie you'll never be the same again, I'm so sorry," he whispered.
Thirteen Years Later
"Time to get up, come on," my dad says turning on the light. A year after my birth, well to simplify, when I was one they gave me back to my family. I got my wings at four. Eagle genes, my wings are pure white, with midnight black tips. I don't remember much from babyhood, or whatever you wanna call it. Nothing actually, so I was pretty freaked out to have wings at four. "Uuuuhhhh," I groaned, putting the blankets over my head. "Come on Kylie, fresh new day!" he told me. I rolled out of bed, onto the floor. I finally got up, after about twenty minutes. "I was at the good part of my dream!" I yelled. My dad simply chuckled,"Sorry, but school is more important." he told me. And you're probably thinking I'm crazy. WINGS?! Yup, wings, don't ask, I don't know how I got them. I thought it was normal, till I told mom 'Everyone has wings!' and she thought... I was being a creative four year old. So I keep it a secret, telling nobody, well you have to keep this a secret, kay? You're the only one I've told, go ahead, make yourself feel special. Just please keep it a secret, I'm trusting you.