La La Lie

Preview

When someone feels like they've made the single worst decision of their life it, quite plainly, sucks. So when I turn around and look at the mirror, I see….some horrible being broken out of a huge containment cell.

The wet smack hitting the floor would be me, and the huge ass pain I get from behind me and behind my eyes would be landing backwards onto the gosh darn hard tile. Horrible pain.

Ok. I have to open my eyes, so I do.

But I do try, it's the single most stupid decision I have ever made. And it just so happens to be my first non-scientists provoked decision. (Of those include "It's either I run or get my feet done extra crispy—okay. I run like hell!" And the ever popular, "I kill my opponent, use my power—or get killed. Sorry but it's battle of the fittest here.)

So I try again.

With tiny little baby flutters of my eyes lashes until I can see straight. And prevent the searing.

I roll onto my hands, pushing myself up with my arms and stretching my wings, the goop in the feathers slopping onto the floor. When they're completely spread, I shake them much like a dog.

And that's when I notice all the people around me gaping.

I'm seriously annoyed by now of all these gaping idiots. Though since I haven't been shocked or shoved onto a crate, I figure that they're not completely evil—but if they're trying to be nice, they could have tried to soften my fall onto the damn solid ground.

When I finally see they're just standing there, still gaping after a good thirty seconds of silence, I snap.

"You all keep staring at me like that and you'll look like fish for the rest of your lives," I say darkly.

But one of these guys—technically a tan-ish looking woman—looks at me (again) and gasps out, "Tally?"

I frown, "Tally two. But what's it to ya?"