Day 6 (cont.)
I sat there, staring at what I think was where the door was, thinking. Who was this guy? And why was he helping a freak like me?
I don't know why, but seeing the kind face of another human being cause some of my memories to resurface. I cried silent tears of joy as I began remembering my little innocent sister, Angel. She had hair that caused the sun itself to hang it's head in shame, her golden curls forming their own little halo atop her head. I remembered her cute, cobalt Bambi eyes she used to her own advantage. I cried the hardest ... when I remembered the day I was taken.
It had been an average day, me rushing to shove breakfast in my face before the bus came while my other dark-haired sister, Ella, yelled after me. Precious little Angel was sitting at the kitchen counter, looking as if she had only woken up a second ago. She yawned, her head slumped over her cereal bowl.
"C'mon Ange! You're bus will be here any minute!" I said, taking my role as big sister since mother was already at work. Angel nodded tiredly, getting up and slipping her cute little pink bookbag on her sagging shoulders. I ran my fingers through her soft curls, adjusting the cute little bow mom must have tied into her hair before she departed. I grabbed her extended hand, holding it as we walked out of the house together. We waited patiently for her yellow bus to pull up. I gave her a tight hug, watching her skip on with the rest of her friends. I waved as the bus pulled away.
Ella and I waited patiently. Out of boredom, I turned to talk to her, but she wasn't there. Looking down, I found Ella sprawled out on the ground, unconscious.
"Ella!" I shrieked, kneeling down next to her. Brushing her dark hair aside, I found a dart protruding out of her neck. Ever so gently, I yanked it out. Who in the hell tranqued my sister?! I was about to cry for help, when a rag was forcefully smushed against my nose and mouth. Trying to breath in a panic, my vision turned foggy, and that was when I blacked out, only to wake up to nothingness.
I sniffled away the last of my tears, leaning my face against one of my soft wings. These cursed things had become one of my few comforts. I crawled over to the solid door, pressing my ear against its freezing surface. I listened to the exchanged conversations.
"Get the specimen prepped for tomorrow, new guy." one voice said, harsh and all too familiar. "Make sure it gets fed plenty. We can't test these new formulas with it on an empty stomach."
"Got it." I sighed dreamily as I hear the voice I adored. Those two, single-toned words seemed like heaven. I crawled into the corner and feigned sleep, waiting.
It was an hour later when I heard the door screech open slowly, and the satisfying thud of a plastic tray being slapped down caused me to stir a bit.
"Eat up." my mouth curved into a smile when the lovely voice whispered to me. "I promise everything will be better after tomorrow." I waited until the door slammed shut until I patted the ground, my hands slapping down directly into the almost-edible mush. I ate that before bothering to look for more. After finishing every bit, I reached again to find something with a crumby texture. I sniffed it like always, then put it into my mouth. I moaned when I tasted the savory flavor of peanut-butter toast on my tongue. I restricted myself from eating too fast, but found the sticky filling in my mouth irritating. My hand found a small plastic bottle and I took a swig of it, the creamy liquid washing my mouth clean. This was milk! It tasted so great!
I curled up and fell asleep satisfied, and with a full belly and a stupid smile plastered on my face.
Day 7
The blindfold attacked my face, jolting me awake. The gentle hands of my savior restrained my limbs and wing with force and care at the same time. Before I knew it, I was spread out on the table, strapped in all its glory. A relaxed as a tap hit me leg, followed by a pinch. This action repeated itself about 4 more times when warm breath tingled against my ear.
"This one isn't going to feel good. Brace yourself." it cooed. I tightened my face in anticipation, a tap hitting my arm. The needle hurt like no other greeted me, causing my to cry out as my teeth sunk into my lip. It lingered there for what seemed like hours, before disappearing and forming a good-sized welt in that area. I began to whimper in fear as my body began tingling, becoming numb. I tried pulling at the rough straps that held me down.
"Don't fight it, it'll all be over soon." I heard through my fogging state of mind. I let the strange feeling take over, loosing all ability to move I had left. I was startled by a sharp, continuous beep right next to my ear. I had forgotten they hooked me up to a heart monitor. Wait a second ...
Holy shit, my heart stopped!
I wanted to thrash in fear, but my body was a statue. I couldn't even move my eyelids under the blindfold. I sure as hell didn't feel dead, so why was a panic erupting around me?
"What the- its heart isn't beating!" one voice cried out.
"The chemical must've been toxic!" said another. "It's dead!"
"Looks like we'll need another subject after all." my savior feigned disappointment. I could hear it in his voice.
"Dispose of it. Now. We don't need it's decay stinking the place up."
"Yessir." the straps around me were gone now, along with the blindfold. My eyes were glued closed my savior picked me up fireman style, carrying me for what seemed like ages. My limp body melded itself along his shoulder, rocking gently with each step. All of the sudden, a blast of crisp air hit me, and he broke into a speedwalk, trying to be careful of me. I was laid down on a rough, carpeted surface. A heard a loud thud, followed by a rumble, and I felt as if I was moving. My consciousness slipped away from me, and I dreamlessly slept, wondering what was going on.
Day ... I'm not sure anymore.
I woke up with my eyes still shut. Tired, I groaned and shifted.
Wait.
I shifted.
I bolted upward, my eyes flying open. I cried out as unfiltered sunlight blinded me, harsh and cruel.
"Are you okay?" a concerned voice scared me. I took a moment to let my vision blur in and out against the unforgiving light. When it became clear enough, I studied my surroundings. I was sitting up in the cushy back seats of a small car, the black hair of my savior visible in the driver's seat. "Are you okay?" he asked again, giving me a brief look in the rear-view mirror. I tried my best not to gasp at his voice. It was even better than before.
"I ... I ... what's going on?" I asked raggedly. I couldn't comprehend a single thing that was going on. Wasn't I supposed to be dead?
"I busted you out. No thanks necessary." he told me. "I used a drug that slows your heart rate and breathing to an unreadable rate so they'd think you were dead." Tears began pricking my eyes. I was free? I looked out of the car window. We were driving on a desert road, the now beautiful sun beating down. I could see the beautiful landscape. The beautiful light. The beautiful everything. I began sobbing with joy, a startled look adorning my savior's face.
"T-thank you." I choked. "Who are you?"
"Call me Fang." he gave me the most memorizing crooked smile I've ever seen. I sat back, gratitude plastered across my face. I was free! I wouldn't live in darkness anymore. I wouldn't be anyone's lab rat. I could see the world yet again.
Reminded of one little detail, I stared down at my side, were my wing was poking out behind my back. I knew they were there, but I'd never seen them before. They resembled the patterns and colors of a hawk, glorious and bold. I stretched it out slightly, gasping at its size.
"They're beautiful, just so you know." Fang's compliment cut through my thoughts with a jolt. My cheeks heated up as his deep, onyx eyes were directed right at me through the mirror. He looked so clean and professional, his black hair glinting silver in the sunlight. I probably looked like something someone dragged out of the forest. One last happy tear dripped down my face.
"Thank you, Fang."
