Fang's P.O.V
I wake up, dizzy. I don't know who I am or where I was. I tried to move but I was bolted down on a table. I started to panic, not knowing who did this. I started screaming loudly trying to move.
I heard footsteps rushing, running as the door flew open and I stared wide eyed. There was a blonde haired man, goggles on his head and he had a white lab coat.
He looked at me and smiled. I look down to see only a plain white tank top, and some shorts. I mean I'm not completely clueless. I know I'm a girl and these aren't for girls.
"Why, hello there. I was wondering when you would wake up." He said smiling at me as I screamed in fear trying to get out of the metal locks on me.
"Don't do that or the metal could cut you," He said casually. I snarled at him and he laughed.
"Well, are you ready for the experiment?" he asked and I kept struggling.
"Now, now, calm yourself. I won't hurt you." He said in soothing words as he came to me rubbing my head.
"Don't t-t-touch m-m-me," I said in a scratchy voice.
"Oh, so you can talk. I was wondering my you weren't talking. I need my test subject to talk or it wouldn't work," He said as he got out a scalpel.
"Stop, please don't hurt me!" I screamed but he was already cutting bits of my stomach as I screamed in pain. He kept cutting as I couldn't bare the pain I blacked out only hearing evil laughter.
*3 days later*
I wake up feeling pain all over my body. I open my eyes slowly in fear but see I'm in a room of a sort. I know what I'm laying on. I was lying down on a bed. I start to remember what has happened.
I pulled up my shirt to see stitch scars and looked confused. Do they heal that fast? I stand up and feel something on my ankle. It was some sort of weird metal thing. My bare feet froze when I touched the icy cold floor.
I looked around and saw a window. I ran too it and looked out to see that we were on some sort of hill cliff. I looked down and it seemed like an endless pit of darkness. My eyes widen as I heard the door open.
"Ahhhh, you're up my beautiful experiment." A calm and silky voice said behind me as I instantly turn around. It was the man who cut me. I felt some sort of feeling that burned inside me. I lurch myself at him but feel a shock wave through my body.
"Not so fast my angel." He said laughing as I fell down in pain. He walked over picking me up bridal style.
"It's going to be okay," He said hugging me and I nodded. Why was he nice to me? Wasn't he a mad, evil guy? I was terribly confused as he walked out the room and down a staircase. He set me down and I looked around. I saw a room that had all kinds of things in it and I walked over to it.
"This is a kitchen," He said smiling as he saw my confusion. I looked around and saw a white box with numbers. I walk up to it as my feet pitter patters on the floor. I pressed a number and it started to beep loudly and I dropped on y knees in fear screaming.
The man smiled as he walked over picking me up and turning the beeping thing off.
"Don't worry, that's a microwave. It cooks, and heats up food. The beeping is a timer." He explained and I nod as I jumped out his hands. I then walked to the living room looking at the coffee table. I picked up the strange thing and pointed it at the man.
"H-h-hey, watch it! That's a gun. It could kill or hurt be badly." I nodded as I lowered the gun but kept it in my hand. I walked over to a black box and turned it on and it made a scary static noise.
I instantly shot it making a small explosion. The man sighed and took the gun and mumbled, "Well, I needed a new T.V anyways. Well, I have a lot to teach you then, huh?" He asked as he pated my head.
I was confused in many ways. I didn't even know who he was, "Ummm…" I started and he laughed.
"Just call me dad or Duncan. Either way is okay." He said and I smiled.
"Me?" I asked and he pointed at a thing around my neck. I felt a leather material with a name tag on it. I looked down to see a white color and a nametag that said, "Fang."
"So, my name is fang then?" I asked and he nodded. He grabbed my arm and we walked to a place that had a bathroom.
"You know what a bathroom is right?" He asked and I nodded. I looked in the mirror and smiled. So, this is how I look like. I had long blonde hair reaching to my hips, pale white skin, blue eyes, and a button nose. I turned to him and he felt proud.
"You are such an amazing thing," He said and I stared at him.
"What do you mean amazing thing?" I asked confused more than ever. He smiled and we walked outside his castle and I saw a blue circle around it.
"Don't worry about that, it's just a force field to keep bad things out," he said as I looked at it. I walked closer but he grabbed me.
"Don't touch it, I don't want you to get hurt by it," He said and I nodded. He pulled out a knife and I backed away.
"I'm not going to cut you, just come here," He said pulling me as he made me face my back to him. I felt him cutting to slits in my back.
"Okay now, listen to me. Just relax your back and tell me if you feel something." He told me and I relaxed as I felt something weird in my back. What did he do? I relaxed more and felt something feathery and I smiled.
"I feel something!" I say and he nodded. "Okay, now tell me, can you get control of it?" He asked like an exited kid waiting for candy.
I held still, relaxing. I let my mind flow as I started to take control of what was behind me. I smiled and pushed it out and Duncan let out a shout of successes.
"What is it?" I asked and he was smiling like it was Christmas again.
"Just turn your head a bit," He said and I did letting out a gasp. I had brown Wings with black on the tips of every feather and small white spots.
"Fang, you are one amazing half-human!" He said. I started flapping them but he shook his head.
"They are a bit small for that right now but you can slightly hover. Like when you jump you can flap them and you can slow down your fall," He said as we walked back inside.
He smiled as we sat on the couch, "I also added some things. You will be able to develop powers, but I don't know what powers, so I have to keep an eye on you, OK?" He asked and I nod.
