Ari's hands slammed against the table making him wince, a look of pain and hatred struck across his face. Ax had done this to him, made him want these horrible wings that now were grafted into his back, She made him want to be an eraser, so he could be just like her. So she would accept him.
Loud banging struck through the hallways, tables were flying across the corridors trying to break through the glass of the institute as a girl the mere age of fourteen rushed past him, Scientist flooded in following with syringes and restraints, Ari's arms wrapped around the girl who's scream punctured through his eardrums giving him a full on headache "No!" she sobbed halfway yelling between trying to stabilize her labored breaths "please…please let me go!". She tugged away from him begging to be freed as his grip tightens around her holding his back to his chest to be sure her wings don't shoot out, another cry of pain escapes her lips and Ari grimaces as she tugs at the excessive hair on his arms trying to pry them off her.
Suddenly all the fight is drained from her and she falls limply into his arms, he looks down at her arm that now has a syringe that was once filled with a sedative empty digging into her flesh. "Good job, son" Jeb Batchelder whos hand is around the syringe pressing onto the dispenser, Ari turns to him smiling at his fathers approval then looks to the girl in his arms, her tear stained cheeks drying and through the back of her hospital gown he sees a pair of grafted wings on her back, frowning he realizes they are just like his.