Hi again! I'm sorry if this took a while, but I was having some health issues so I wasn't really up for writing much. I'm feeling better now, so I'm going to try to put out some more chapters since they're not that long in the first place. Anyway, here it is, so enjoy.

When I was brought back to the room where I suppose I'm being kept, I saw Gilbert sleeping with his head resting on top of his arms over the table. The Chief uncuffed my hands and led me inside. He glanced over at Gilbert and sighed.

"Beilschmidt!", He hollered. Gilbert's head spring up and he was immediately alert, shifting his eyes around. "Don't out have work to do?"

"No, sir", he replied, "you haven't assigned me anything else for today." The Chief took another moment to sigh and he held his temples in his hand. After I had told him everything there was to tell him when he interrogated me, he started to get a little annoyed. I don't think I told him what he wanted to hear. I think he wanted me to be some kind of super advanced human, a new scientific discovery, but instead I was a good for nothing experiment for the Professor.

"Well," the Chief directed towards Gilbert's still groggy form, "your new task is to stay here and keep watch of Matthew here." He simply left it at that as he turned on his heels and walked out, shutting the door behind himself. I stood in he middle of the room in silence, I didn't really know what to do now.

"So, do I just sit here?", I asked. Gilbert looked over at me and seemed confused.

"Are you supposed to stay here all night?", he answered my question with another question. I thought about it for a bit.

"I don't really have a home anymore," I admitted, " I'm not so sure as to what's going to happen to me now that I've been…" I struggled to find the right word, "released." He seemed to be saddened after hearing that, and a sympathetic look swept over his face. I wasn't so sad about it as just lost. I've only ever lived in a captive, abused state, I didn't know how to function away from it, and all of these experiences that I had never had before today have all been thrown at me in rapid fire. I was really overwhelmed for the most part.

"If you're going to stay here, you need a bed," he stood up and ran out of the room. He came back dragging a small mattress in a metal frame behind him. He placed it down in the corner of the room and pushed the table and chairs away to make more room. "Sorry, the bed's not much, it's all we have here." I just walked over to it and slowly laid down and put my head on the fluffed up pillow. I could feel myself smiling huge like an idiot and small tears sipping out of my eyes. I had never once in my life laid in a bed before.

"It's perfect," I told Gilbert with a grin. He appeared to be pleased with my approval and brought a chair over to sit next to me. He sat in silence for a while when he suddenly gasped slightly. He quickly pulled out a snack bar from his pocket and handed it to me.

"Nobody's fed you yet haven't they?" I didn't even realize I was hungry until he mentioned it, but when he did, I was starving, so I graciously took the food and ate it. After I finished it, I felt all the events of the day tire me out, so I pulled out my wings to wrap around myself and pulled the blanket that was on the bed over me as well. I could see Gilbert watching me, but soon I had closed my eyes and drifted asleep.

"Again!", I could hear the Professor scream as I lay down in my cage. I sat up and looked over across the lab to see him yelling at Alfred again. It seemed that he had accidentally knocked over something the Professor was working on. "Why must you act this way? You are so useless! All you do is screw things up!"

"I'm sorry!", Alfred squeaked in desperation.

The Professor lifted his hand high and I could see Alfred stare in fear at the Professor as he was smacked right across the face. The momentum of it knocked him down on to the floor, and he landed on the stubs on his back. Alfred yelped in pain.

"Look at those things! They're not wings! They're not worth any pain!", The Professor pointed at the bony, three inch stalks that poked out of Alfred's back. "You are a failed attempt Alfred. Why do I keep you around? At least Matthew has wings, but you don't!" Alfred was sobbing uncontrollably. I hated it when the Professor used me as a way to hurt Alfred's feelings, but I hate to see him cry even more.

"Professor stop!", I yelled uselessly as I threw myself at the bars of my cage to try and get to my brother. The Professor didn't even acknowledge me as he pulled Alfred off the ground harshly by his hair.

"I'm tired of you boy," he raged, "I'm getting rid of you."

"No!", I screamed. I couldn't let him take Alfred away. He was all I had and I was all he had. I tried to reach out to him while he was still bawling, and I saw him try to reach out to me too before the Professor yanked him harder towards his operating table. He threw Alfred on to it face down and strapped him to it.

"Don't kill me!" Alfred begged as he thrashed around trying to free himself.

"Don't be ridiculous!", the Professor scoffed as he picked up a large knife. "I'm not a murderer! I'm just going to send you away, but I can't have you out in the world with those failed wings on your back. I have to get rid of them." He lifted the knife up and swiftly brought it down on Alfred's right stub. It didn't make it very far through the bone, but there was a pool of blood forming and he was screaming at the top of his lungs. I watched in horror as the gruesome deed was done. Soon enough, Alfred had passed out and the room was full of deadly silence as the Professor hacked away at my brother.

"Matthew! Matthew wake up you're screaming!" I felt my body being shaked awake. I opened my eyes and saw Gilbert's own red eyes looking down at me with concern. I lifted my head and glanced around the room. "You kept screaming something about Alfred, and you were kicking and flapping your wings all over the place."

"Sorry Gilbert." I usually have that nightmare, but it's really just a vivid memory. Every so often I dream about that day. "Alfred is my twin brother," I told him. He let go of me and put on a questioning look.

"You never told me about a brother," he said.

"It's hard for me to talk about. The Professor sent him away to a foster home when we were just kids. I haven't seen him since." I sighed deeply and rubbed my head. I looked around me and saw a bunch of feathers on the bed. I guess I really was flapping my wings in my sleep.

"Y'know," Gilbert said in a thinking attitude, "our computers here at the station have a record of every legal document that's happened in this town. There's probably some paperwork for your brother from the foster home." He beamed at me excitedly, "Maybe we could find out where he's gone to!"

"Really?", that statement woke me all up almost instantly. I jumped up out of bed and stood in the middle of the room. In my giddiness I threw my wings open and pulled Gilbert by the arms towards the door. "Let's go find him!"

Author's Note

Okay, so this one's a little short, but I'm planning on making the next one a bit longer, so don't be too mad at me. I really do love writing this and seeing all of you readers enjoying it, but sometimes life just hits you right in the face and you need to relax, but the next chapter should be out soon. Thank you for reading!