Author's Note: This is a back story to one of my characters in my other story "Iggy's Romance". But they can each be viewed as separate stories. Feel free to read that story as well, I hope you enjoy it. :-D
A man comes in again in his white coat; I glare at him through the holes in my small-sized dog crate. He has syringes in his pockets filled with a questionable liquid, he headed toward one of the other "experiments" I'm the oldest here. There are 6 fewer then there was a month ago, one of the white coats had grabbed them and left, he had almost grabbed me too, but security came, maybe that should be encouraging, he could have gotten them to perform his own sick experiments on them.
The white coat took out the screaming child an injected the liquid into her. I saw his memories. People's memories are my only outlet to the outside world, I tried to focus on the more pleasant ones, even the worst white coats have a few. The memory I was reviewing now was from two years ago. The man was sitting on a bench in a nice park, he heard a river rushing and birds tweeting, he looked towards the bird it flapped its' wing vigorously and was flying, the man loved the feeling of freedom the bird must have felt, so did I, he also thought of the science of it, which helped me a lot.
"And you." He said. I noticed he had put the little girl back in her cage and was now addressing me "It's time to see how well you can fight." He picked up my cage and I was in horror, I hated when they put me up against the Erasers. He brought me to the courtyard, opened my cage, and tossed me out. I stumbled on the ground, he quickly ran back in the building to watch through the glass, they always did. Me against four, full-sized, lupine-human hybrids, the odds are not in my favor.
They were all coming for me, charging, I braced for the worst, as usual. I never bothered t fight anymore cause then it would just get harder, besides there was no point to live, I wished I would die, better then dealing with this junk.
I remembered. My mood lightened. Not too long ago I saw a memory of a bird flying, taking off from the ground. The little bird ran, jumped and then opened its wings. I thought about doing that with my own wings. I don't know if it'll work, I'm not that little bird. I looked towards the Erasers charging at me. It's worth a shot. I ran away from the Erasers and I heard yelling, I jumped and opened my wings-more yelling and screaming-and I started to flap. I got higher and higher, the Erasers that seamed so big just kept getting smaller and smaller, they didn't look as frightening, they looked disappointed and helpless-I think I could get used to this. The white coat also looked helpless, the men-and women-who have tortured me and poked needles in me, and tested me just stood there on the ground looking stupid-really stupid. I really like this.
I looked away from the torture zone and ahead of me. I took in a deep breath of the fresh air up there. It filled my lungs and my air sacks nicely. Something smelt-and even tasted different in the air, it was so fresh and out of anecepitic. I had only known of this air through people's memories. The freedom I felt was indescribable, the air fresher then you could imagine.
Where was I going? I didn't care. What will I eat? Both are problems for another day.