Third P.O.V.
Dylan sat in his cage sharpening a rock with his knife. They searched him before they put him in there, but for some reason they didn't find his knife. Later he found a smooth stone near the edge of his cage, just right outside of it. It seemed as though he worked for hours trying to grab that rock, but he finally managed to get it. Ever since then, he had been working to get the stone as sharp as possible, in case he had a chance to escape and he needed a weapon.
He closed his eyes and leaned against the wall of the cage and sighed. He had been doing this for hours, his muscles were getting tired, and he was getting sleepier by the minute, but he was afraid that if he went to sleep, he might never wake up again.
Dylan was never in the school, or if he was, he didn't remember. He didn't know anything about his early childhood, he tried to think back that far and he came up with nothing. One of he first memories he had was of the White house. He didn't know anything about the school, except for what Celia told him.
He sighed again and went back to sharpening his rock. Thinking about Celia was painful, but it was also inevitable too. He loved her, she knew that, and she also knew he had to leave, there was no other option. He had hoped that she would just continue on normally, and go back to the routine of things, but deep down he knew that it was impossible. She wouldn't give up, Celia was the most hopeful person he knew. He knew that she wouldn't give up easily.
All of a sudden, Dylan heard footsteps coming his way. He quickly hid his knife and rock under his shirt, and sat up defiantly.
"Hey look! He's still alive!" one of the guards said laughing.
"Not for long!" the other one laughed.
The first guard was a short man with a red beard, and a short haircut on top of his head. The other guard was slightly taller, but not by much. He was thick and had a mess of medium brown hair on his head. He couldn't be much older than twenty five years old.
"Hey Carl," The second guard said. "what's that under his shirt?"
Dylan swallowed, and backed up as much as he could to the back of the cage. Luckily for Dylan, Carl just laughed and said "Good one!" as if the second guard had ben joking. The second guard frowned, scratched his head as if wondering wether or not to worry about it. He decided not to and laughed with the other guard.
"Ok Vick, let's get this thing out of here." Carl said "Let's lift on three, one, two three." They grunted and picked up the cage. Dylan saw his opportunity and stabbed Carl with his sharpened rock, causing the guards to drop the cage. When the cage hit the ground the lock popped open, Dylan couldn't believe his luck. He scrambled out of the cage and ran out down the hall way.
There were cries of frustration as Dylan ran. "After him!" someone ordered.
He was almost there, he could see the door just a few meters before him, when a man stepped out in front of him and said "Your not going anywhere." All of a sudden Dylan smelt the strangest combination he had ever smelled. Bananas and Sulfur. The gas filled his lungs as he passed out.
"Take him away," Mr. Chu said. He turned to a guard and said "You know what to do, we now know that he won't cooperate. When he wakes he won't remember anything, I really hate to have to resort to this again. Who knows the effect it will have on him, since we have already used the gas on him before, but when he starts to wake up send for me." with that said, Mr. Chu turned and walked away shaking his head in frustration. He did not want to resort to plan B, but there was no other choice. He would wake up again, dazed and confused. Mr. Chu would be there to explain everything to him, complete lies of course, but to him, it would be the truth. Then he would be sent off to Africa to meet his new flock, upgraded with new abilities, and new goals.
Mr. Chu smirked, maybe his plan would work out after all, especially now that he had the bird girl Celia working for him. She was easy to manipulate, put anyone she loved in danger, and she would do anything you needed her to. If her part of the deal backfired, well, he could always get rid of her. On that happy thought Mr. Chu turned and walked to his office, to do more evil planning, no doubt.