Damn this place. Damn it! Damn the whitecoats! Damn the cages! Damn the erasers! Damn it all!
So I have a lot of pent up anger. That's a side effect to growing up in a cramped cage with giant wings on your back. Yes wings. I have wings. My wings span is like 10-15 maybe 20 feet. When I was a baby, I was injected with the DNA of a raven. Now I have huge, jet black wings. They are nice to have, as I sleep in a cage without blankets. They provide some warmth, and they make me feel less public when the whitecoats force me to strip down. The whitecoats are the scientists that work here at the school. They're the ones that turned me into Bird Girl and a huge science project. They're always saying there's something special about me, but they don't know what.
But I know.
When I was about 8 or 9 (I have no idea how old I am. They won't tell me.), this weird little symbol appeared over my head. I chose to disregard it, until I heard a voice in my head. He said he was the Greek god Hades, and the mere sound of his voice made me want to curl up in fright. He told me he was my father, and that it was my mother's fault I was here. I haven't heard from him in about 8 years. He's told me he would come and save me, but by now, I've lost hope that he will. He's probably forgotten me by now…
That's right, dad… Poor little Kara can take care of herself when she's looked in a cage… I've already determined that he's a lying asshole that lives in Hell. And it's very accurate too!
A whitecoat walks in and up to my cage. I prepare myself to resist him, when the ground begins to tremble. The earth splits opened and countless undead skeletons jump out. A couple of them attack the whitecoat standing in front of my cage, splattering me with blood, before freeing me. By the time I'm freed from that damned cage, there's a man standing in the midst of all the chaos, his dark eyes locked on me. As I slowly walk toward him, the chaos begins to calm and all the skeletons watch my every step. I stop only a few feet away from him and stare up at him.
"Father?" I ask. He nods, causing my temper to flare up. "8 FUCKING YEARS! IT TOOK YOU 8 FUCKING YEARS TO GET YOUR ASS OUT OF YOUR HELLHOLE!"
Hades glares at me, obviously having the same temper I do.
"If you don't want my help, then I'll lock you back in your cage and you can continue to be a lab rat," he says.
"Any other options?"
He holds his hand out to me.
"Come with me."
A growl escapes the back of my throat before I take his stupid hand. I really hate losing like this… He then waves his hands and the skeletons vanish. Then he tightly grips my hand, and we sink into the ground, or rather, our shadows. I close my eyes, so I don't see anything. Admittedly, my father's touch makes me feel frightened of everything. It makes me want to find a panic room to hole up in until I die.
"We're here." I hear him say.
Slowly, I open my eyes, and I see the Underworld.
