Fang
Blood. The crimson red liquid flowed all around me, drowning me in the metallic taste. I tried to scream for help, but no one came to my rescue. I was forced to breathe in the warm liquid that was too dense to see through, forced to lose myself inside this tank of red.
I listened to my own breathing for a moment, memorizing the steady in and out
Max's laugh enveloped me, melting me into a life of happiness; a fool's dream
The slow beating of my heart pounded in my ears rhythmically, like two drums whose sound was never-ending
I laid flat on my back, waves slapping up into my face, saltwater stinging my eyes.
Thoughts of Max wandered through my mind as I moved my lips to speak her name, but no sound escaped.
She screamed my name, sounding terrified and alone. I tried to look around, but my head was moving too slow. By the time I could see her dirty blonde hair flowing around her in the water, it was too late.
I timidly tried to curl my fingers into a fist, feeling nothing but a cool sensation wrapped around my body.
A silver shark, shimmering in the sunlight as it leapt out of the ocean with a grace no real animal could achieve, swallowed Max, its shiny white teeth enclosing her into death. And once again, I was too late.
I tried to open my eyes, but found that I could only see darkness.
I was too late.
I opened my mouth to scream, to yell, to do something. Get someone's attention. My heartbeat accelerated in my ears, louder and quicker as I thrashed around. Or maybe I was just laying there, a useless body taking up space. I couldn't see for some reason so I wouldn't know.
A cool tingling sensation swarmed me as my heartbeat sped up even more pounding against my skull in a painless way. "He's having a heart attack! I told you those chemicals would kill him!" A deep voice accused. Why couldn't I hear myself screaming? Was my mouth even open? Were my hands even moving?
"It's not a heart attack! It's a panic attack! It must have had a dream about something." Another voice spoke. I felt worthless as I laid there, no clue what was going on, no idea of my surroundings. Heck, I didn't even know if my limbs were functioning.
"We better wake it up before it kills itself," A third voice muttered, sounding irritated. I felt a shot of fury skim through my veins. I was not an it. I was a he.
"But, Sir. That's suicide. With this kind of data on-"
"Wake. It. Up." That third voice interrupted, sounding about ready to break something. There was a reluctant sigh and then a cold hand grabbed my arm. One pinch later and the feeling of liquid being injected into my body, I began to squint into blinding lights.
Instantly, I began to thrash and fight against the leather straps that held me to a metal table, yelling and shouting as I kicked wildly. "Calm down! We're not going to kill you!" A man shouted over my screaming, which only made me yell louder.
"Should we tranquilize it, Sir?" That first voice asked.
"No, it'll tire itself out soon. What with the lack of food and water it's gotten I'm surprised its still going now."
I ignored the man, continuing to fight, feeling the restraints start to give. Before I knew it my right hand was free and I was working on undoing my left while keeping in mind that the three scientist I hadn't bothered to glance at were just out of my peripheral vision. When I was finally able to sit up, I just stared at the three as they peered at me in awe.
None of them attempted to put me back to sleep or even tie me down again, they just watched me closely, as if actually intrigued about the fact I was getting ready to snap their necks. "It's impolite to stare," I finally growled out, seeming to snap them out of their trance.
"It can speak!" That deep voice spoke, which belonged to a man with sandy blonde hair and green eyes. He was easily the tallest, at least a head above the other two but still shorter than me.
"And I can walk too, shocker," I muttered, casually undoing the restraints around my ankles.
It's very sarcastic," The second one noted, dark gray hair was slicked back out of his brown eyes.
"Why do you two act like you've never been around this experiment before?" The third one asked. He had silver-white hair and blue eyes that bled with annoyance.
"Okay, bye now," I mumbled to myself, shoving past two of them and opening the metal door that had a brass knob.
"Goodbye," The tallest one said distractedly, glaring at the blue eyed guy. I blinked, wondering why they wouldn't even attempt to chase me but shrugged it off, figuring maybe the School just lowered their standards for whether or not doctors had degrees. Looking back, I wish I would've given their lack of interest a second thought.
I didn't take more than three steps forward before feeling myself began to fall. I let out a yelp of fear as I dropped through a hole, the only light coming from up above.
I desperately reached out for something, anything to slow my fall, and only found myself grabbing onto air that whizzed through my fingers and seemed to whistle an up-beat tune as I fell. As if it was just as happy as the scientist were that I had fallen for the trap.
I landed with a thud on cool black tile, the impact knocking the breath out of me and making me see stars. All I could comprehend was that I was in a closet-sized room with metal walls.
Slowly, I got to my feet, wondering if I could just fly back up and out of this little room. Timidly, I unfolded my wings, and as soon as I noticed, a sense of dread washed over me.
No. I thought, staring at my midnight wings in horror. No! No! No! flying out of here was no longer an option. Flying anywhere was no longer an option actually.
Not with clipped wings.
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