An: Back again, I like how its going, and thanks everyone for the reviews and everything.
~On with the story~
Ari's POV
I was back at my house, lying down in my big boy bed. My wolf sheets lye below me as my Eagle comforter covered me. The smell of sausage and waffles entered my nose. I crawled out of bed and walked to the kitchen. There I saw my dad smiling at me and holding out a plate of waffles and sausage.
Though as he looked at me his expression changed. He looked horrified, disgusted at what he saw before him. I was confused. I looked to my side in the mirror, that had never been there before. I flinched at my reflection. I had wolf like ears, a bird beak, golden feathers scattered across the top half of my body, the bottom was covered in gray fur. My feet were replaced with talons, and where my hands should be, there were paws. The only thing human about me was my head and eyes. There was still skin on my face, and my eyes were the same.
I was a monster. I turned back to my father to see that he had left. The kitchen scene was gone, there was only darkness.
"Daddy! Where are you?" I called out into the darkness. "Don't leave me again! Come back! Please come back." the last sentence was a weak whisper.
"Ari!" a voice shouted. "Ari!" it called me again. I looked around but couldn't locate the voice.
"Whose there? Where are you?" I asked.
"Ari!" I awoke to the sound of Sal, calling me to consciousness. We were in a large room that had a large, thick glass window on one side. There were a few other kids in the room. They all had some kind of noticeable animal trait. They seemed to be all under the age of 13.
I scanned my entire body, checking for any non-human features. I looked at Sal, his eyes were filled with hurt and agony.
"What's wrong?" I raised a brow in confusion.
"Look at what they did to you, Ari." He said turning my head to see my back.
There were two, brown with tawny on the back, three foot wings. Then he led my hand to touch my teeth.
"Ow!" I yelped, I looked at my finger to see a dot of blood coming out. I stuck the pierced finger in my mouth. I had carnassials, wolf teeth. And bird wings. I looked at Sal, concern leaked out of his face like a dam.
"What did they do to me?" I asked him.
"Horrible things."
A bell rang and a terrified look came across Sal's, and the rest of the kid's, faces.
"C'mon we gotta go, now!" he started pushing me toward the door where the other kids were running to as if their lives depended on it.
"Why?" I asked him. Sal turned me around to see four giant wolf looking creatures running towards us, chasing everyone, and, for the kids who didn't get away fast enough, beating them half to death.
"Erasers, now move!" He grabbed my hand and ran with me. We were rounded up by White Coats and put back in cages.
"Sal, what was that?" I asked him as soon as the last White Coat left.
"That was recess. White Coats let us out of our cages four times a week. They do it to see how we function, I don't know what that means, but a White Coat was telling a new guy that." Sal explained.
"What were those things?" Sal was looking at me with his head slightly tilted to the side and wore board eyes like they were sunglasses.
"I told you, they're Erasers. Wolf-like monsters that live to kill. There experiments gone wild. They do what the White Coats say, but they have a nasty temper. True cold blooded killers. Stay away from them, there bad news." By the time Sal finished I noticed that my stomach was growling.
"I'm hungry." I began to whine.
"We'll get food tomorrow, maybe." He said. But he turned around and started to pull something out of his pocket. He threw something round at me. I picked it up and saw that it was a cookie. My face lit up as I took an eager bite of the chewy peanut buttery cookie. "I snagged these from a White Coat earlier, while you were...away." Sal explained taking a bite of a cookie.
"Where did I go?" I asked, taking a second bite. Sal slapped his forehead and shook his head.
"The lab, dork."
"I'm not a dork." I argued.
"Yeah you are," He argued back.
"No you are. You're the king of dorks."
"Nuh-uh. You're a big dork diaper head!" Sal shouted.
"Am not!"
"Am too!"
"Am not!"
"Yes you are. Your such a dork diaper head that your mom even wrapped your head in a diaper when you were a baby." as he said that my face fell. I started to cry a little. "Hey, what's wrong?" Sal asked, his voice softer. "I didn't mean it. Honest I didn't."
"I miss my mom." I whispered, looking down.
Sal was silent for a moment.
"I'm sorry, man." he said.
From that moment on Sal never picked on me or anything. He didn't press for more information, nor did he continue the conversation.
An: Sorry for taking so long to update, I've been at youth camp from Monday to Friday last week and these last five days I've been at my mom's friends while she went to visit some friends in California for the 4th of July weekend.