Winged
A/N: So I was cleaning my room when I had the most awesomest idea in like, ever. And this is it. Enjoy! Reviews are appreciated.
Prolouge
They were everywhere. They poked me and looked at me-mostly my back, though. "It looks just like her," One mumbled to himself, turning my head to the left so he could examine my ear better.
"It functions differently," Said another, twisting my back this way and that. I was utterly confused. For hours, people who looked like scientists had been poking, squezzing, twisting, pulling, and thoroughly examining almost every inch of my body. I had my pride, though. My clothes didn't come off.
It started with black. Then, all of a sudden, I was in this white, sterile room with no one around me. A door swung open, revealing a dark-skinned man with a clipboard and a needle. He pushed me up, pulled down the neck of my shirt a bit, and stuck the needle in. I arched my back and took a deep breath, that sounded more like a cry for help. Two more people entered: a male CSI agent and a female doctor. The female started pinching and squeezing my arm, like some imaginary substance would come pouring out. The male doctor began sticking needles in my arms and legs every time the nurse nodded. I couldn't do anything. I was too confused. Shocked. Angry, even. I didn't lift a finger.
Soon, though, soon it was all over.
The last four doctors left. Leaving me in a gloomy, bright room-alone.
Men poured into the room, armed with weapons and masks. There was something unusual about them all, though. They all had a hint of canine in them. Their jaws, skin, build, nose, hair, they all looked somewhat wolf-like. They took me into a room, filled with other kids. Some were about as old as me; some were older; some were younger, but most were infants. I looked at every single one I could with my widened eyes, tears almost forming. I couldn't take it.
Some had scales. Feathers. Some hyperventilated. Others barely breathed. One or two strong ones caught my eye, though. Signing things back and forth to each other. Tears. Glowing, red faces. Barely any skin, bones showed on a number of mutants. Barks. Roars. Pitiful mewing. They all made a sound, the ones who weren't dead. It was loud to me, I had sensitive ears.
The creatures threw me in a cage, all of them laughing. One stood back, though. He looked more wolf-like than the rest of them. Different. He looked at me with big, puppy-dog eyes and blended into the pack of wolf-creatures like him. He almost looked like he recognized me, and, for a moment, I felt like I recognized him, too.
I began to cry. Tears came out of my eyes. I didn't know what to do. Everywhere, the mutants that had eyes looked at me, surprised, angry, sympathetic, blank, furious, frustrated, sad, sad, sad, happy.
Happy.
He was laughing. One eye popped out of his eye, he was laughing. Laughing like there was no end. His limbs looked like they were about to fall off. Skinny, feeble, and barely breathing, he laughed. He looked straight at me with the one useful eye, popped the other eye back in, blinked, and spit at me.
I looked at him, furious, frustrated, and flustering. A girl looked at me, her eyes full of tears. Sorrowful and gloomy, she whispered, "No,"
I spit at the boy.
He laughed. He laughed even harder, then fell on the ground. He breathed one breath.
"No!" The girl screamed, shaking the bars of her cage. "No! Daniel! Daniel!" She was so desperate, so weak, yet so loud.
The boy quivered, and drew in a breath thick with pain and sorrows. "My Sarah," He whispered, and then he was gone.
And so was I.
A/N: It makes more sense later on. I should get the first chapter up, soon. Tell me what you think, please. Thanks! Meezaa out.