Surrounded by four cages walls, a cramped cage for that matter, I was careless and thus end up hear captured by the school again. I have no idea of their intentions. Maybe they enjoy torturing kids? That seems like a logical reason. Right?
Yeah, right. I curl up into a fetal position trying to make my body fit into this small cage, my wings hanging out of the sides of the cage begin to go sore, as does the rest of my body. My whole body is sore for that matter. Several Erasers had a good time with me last night, tearing at my abdominal again and again. I think I might of broken some ribs in the process. I take a deep breath and hold it in for a couple of seconds, then let it out.
Yep, defiantly broke a few ribs, it hurts just to breath. I take slow, ragged breaths at a time which hurts my chest and heart even more. The room is dark or I'm on the verge of consciousness. When they dropped me into this cage I was hardly aware of what was going on, and then left here in the cold dark. Footsteps enter the room as light goes on in the far corner. Dammit, a white coat.
He or she bends before my cage and unlocks it, I begin to huddle into the back corner of the cage, but it's no use my cage is way too small.
He roughly grabs me by the shoulders and throws me into the arms of two Erasers, who grip and pierce into my forearms causing me to have more injuries then before. I hiss in pain, but then is slapped across the face by the white coat. He murmurs 'be quiet' in a harsh tone, and then squibbles something on his clipboard, I let my head sag downward and pray for darkness to take me.
However, my prayers aren't answer as a rough hand grabs me by the hair, yanking my head up so I'm face to face with this white coat. "Stay awake", he hissed, then proceeds out the entrance from my dark room.
They drag me into white lit room consisting of a white table with restraints where arms and legs would go. I begin to struggle in the Erasers grasp, but I'm to weak from blood lost and the Erasers only squeeze tighter on my forearms. They practically throw me on the white table and quickly strap down. My ankles and wrist are bounded, my whole body stretched out before them with my arms out wide and my legs spread open. Another restraint his place around me stomach, which is to tight and burns my already torn up belly, then one around my chest which cause me to whimper in pain. Must have a gash their too, a nice big claw swipe diagonally across my chest, extending to my shoulder to my hip. And finally the last restraint goes across my neck. What could they possible be doing to me, to be using so many restraints at one time? This has never happened before, however they never use the same trick twice. I know they have been experimenting for months, maybe years. Yes, years it feels like forever compared to getting captured and escaping, getting captured and escaping again. It feels like that stupid instruction label on a shampoo bottle. Rinse, Lather, Repeat.
Their experiments all seem they same to me, all determined to reach one goal: Who can make the best effectively and LOYAL weapon. Hell, not me. I'm busting out of here, the minute I get my flippin strength back. The white coat comes back holding a syringe and little bottle of serum in it, totally black. He injects it into the bottle, and then takes out holding it in front my face. Taunting me with that needle, knowing its going to make feel sick or in pain, it's not going be no tetna shot either. I begin to shaking in my restraints, and yanking on them anything to just get way from it that deadly vial of anguish.
He flashes a command toward the Eraser behind me, who they grab my shoulders to prevent from moving around too much. Don't want to stick that needle in some place you don't want. He starts bringing the needle closer and closer to my face before, I start screaming. One of the other Erasers, puts his hairy claw over my mouth, to shut me up however he only makes it worse as his claw dig into my cheek and lips. Using my teeth, I sink them down into the Erasers palm, he cries out then using his baseball sized fist he punch square in the jaw, where my head snaps quickly sideways and I black out.
Woo, took me about 20 min. so proud of myself. Umm..Iggy in the next chapter anyway hope you like it I don't really know where I'm going with this just trying to give a iggy some spotlight and maybe fang too. Love them both. Review if you want either way I'm still going to write and the other story just giving me time plz and thnx.