My name is Deceiver. I live in a institute referred to as 'The School' by it's occupants. I am an avian hybrid, built to infiltrate and destroy, or so I'm told. I, the men and the women in white jackets do exercises to test my skills. So far I've gotten three different mutations, each one giving me an advantage. I have minor shape-shifting, I can imitate any voice perfectly, and I have minor mind-reading. It's easily blocked, so it's not very useful. But I'm a Six-Foot, 4 inch guy with dirty blonde hair, light skin, a dark blue color for my eyes, and 15 foot wings. I don't get out much, so instead of my wings looking like their natural dark purple and black fullness, they seem dirty, unkempt, and bare instead of feather-coated. I open my eyes and see the roof of my cage. The day before I was tested in my stamina, and they made me run on a treadmill for as long as I could. I lasted for a total of four hours, going faster as time passed. Each time I'd slow down I'd be jabbed by a electric baton, so I ran until I dropped. Once I did pass out, they brought me back to my cage in my solitary room, and left me to rest. Just thinking about this makes my lungs burn, and my legs ache. I grunt as I try to sit up, my head brushing against the top of the cage, and my entire body feeling as if it's on fire. I see a tray of food sitting in front of me, and I notice a few things with this particular food . It looks appetizing, and compared to other meals, there's more food than normal. Part of me would assume it's to make up for what I burned, due to my high-calorie diet, but the other part couldn't care less and wins the small internal conflict. I inhale it like I've never seen food before and barely taste it. Just then, the door to the almost empty room slides open, revealing a short woman in a white lab coat with glasses, tailed by two Lupine-Hybrids. I look up from my food at her, grinning. "Hey there, how can I help you?" She looks down at me, her face turning to one of curiosity. "It speaks...Interesting. There may be hope for you yet." she turns to the Lupine-Hybrids, "Get it to the arena." they both nod, walking past her to my cage. 'Ooh arena sounds like fun' I think to myself. I grin, not breaking my gaze from the women.
A few minutes later
I walk behind the woman, flanked by the two lupine-hybrids. I'm not really sure why they bother, if I wanted to, I could have left a long time ago. I mean, what's stopping me? Why don't I just leave? As I ponder this I don't notice that we've stopped in front of a rather large metal door, and I bump into the woman. This causes both the hybrids to seize me by the arms and jerk me back harshly. I send both of them a glare, and return my attention back to the door. We stand there for a moment and then, slowly the doors parted revealing a room much like the corridor. Having harsh lights and sterile white floor, walls, and ceiling. The color powerfully contrasted the beige table sitting in the middle, the only other color being the other thick metal door mirroring the one we were standing in. The woman leads me inside, the wolf-men staying at the door. I furrow my eyebrows at the contents of the table. Laid across are large ranges of survival gear. There's an assortment of small knives, a map, a flint and steel, compass, and things of the sort. I scan over the contents while the woman looks over a paper at the corner of the table, I can see it's similar to a script from where I stand. I take the knife in my hand, feeling its weight. While examining it, the woman clears her throat, curious, I look in her direction. "You will be placed into a dome arena, it is built to simulate the wilderness, there will be animals, a day and night cycle, and weather. Though this is a simulation, not everything is controlled. Take what you can carry, and make your way into the arena when ordered to. Is all I have said understood?" I give a tight nod, looking back down at the table. "After our desired amount of time in the arena, a bell will ring, after this the door will open and a pair of Erasers will escort you out of the arena. Is this understood as well?" I nod, but stop, "Erasers...?" I ask, looking up from the table. I hadn't ever heard the term. "Wolf Hybrids, they are called erasers." She explains. I nod in understanding to both my instructions and the name of the Hybrids. "You have ten minutes to decide what your gear will be. Good luck." With this she leaves the room, her face staying neutral with a slight hint of regret. The metal door seals after she leaves, leaving me to the silence of the room. I look over the contents again, I grab a light jacket, a belt, five small knives, a large backpack, some dried fruit and crackers, some canned goods, four bottles of water, a small blanket, a rope, and a thin spool of wire that resembles a fishing line. I put on the belt and strap the knives in their sheaths on my belt. I put the rest of the supplies into my bag and throw it around my shoulder, securing it between my wings. I tighten the straps to my liking before leaning against the wall, waiting for the announcement. As I do so, I begin to think about what I'll do once I'm in the arena. Thinking about all the things that could happen, what the arena might be like. I look down at my jacket, wondering if it will be enough. I sigh as I decide it should. I relax as my mind begins to wonder to the topic of escaping this disgusting place again. All I'd have to do is take on the appearance of a scientist and walk out...Right? There shouldn't be much to it... My thoughts are interrupted by the speaker system in the room coming on with a loud ring. "Subject 1079 (Said as ten seventy-nine), please enter the arena when the door opens." The door begins to slide apart, and before it's even open I slip through into my nightmare.
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