I huddled in the corner of my cage, hiding as best as I could, trying to avoid those probing eyes, the eyes of my creators. Hearing footsteps, I raised my head to peer through the bars as a man in a lab coat knelt in front of the door and opened it, beckoning for me to come with him. I tentatively crawled out of the cage, my tattered and worn hospital gown barely hanging to my knees.
"There's a good girl." The man whispered. I glared at him and stood next to him, awaiting whatever torture they had concocted for me today. Yesterday they had repeatedly sliced my arms, seeing how fast I would heal. The day before that, they had seen how long I could run in a maze without tiring. They treated me like an animal, tortured me without end, all in the name of science. Every day for the past twenty-six years, all my life I had lived like this. But one day, one day I knew, knew I would be free to go wherever I wished, to fly free and feel the wind on my face. Real wind, not pressure from a wind tunnel. I stared longingly at the window, crossed with chicken wire, and imaged what it would be like to soar among the clouds. I felt a hand guide me towards the hallway and obeyed, knowing disobedience meant unspeakable pain. The scientist led me to a new room, one filled with black smoke and a strange smell, it reminded me of something burning. The door closed behind me and the smoke seemed to flow into the scientist. He turned towards me and I gasped when I saw his eyes. They were black, completely, no white at all. He took a step towards me and spoke, his voice taking on a sickly sweet overtone.
"Such a beautiful young woman, you shall make an excellent vessel. I can have so much fun with you." I turned towards the door and tried to open it, but it was locked. Suddenly, I went flying, hitting the wall across the room. I cried out in pain and tried to pull away from the strange force holding me. The man laughed and I felt pressure between my shoulders. I froze and whispered, "What are you?" He grinned and blood leaked between his teeth. "I am a demon from hell, and today, I want to fly!" His eyes returned to normal and black smoke poured out of his mouth. I fell to the floor and was about to run towards the door when it burst open and two men ran in, holding hand guns. The smoke swirled towards me and I started coughing. The smoke surrounded me and I couldn't see. I struggled to stand and find the door when I heard a deep voice whisper, "I can give you the freedom you always wanted. I can get you out of here." I stopped fighting and suddenly the smoke emitted a high pitched shriek.
"Suck that, you demonic bastard!" I spun around to see one of the men, the one with short hair and beautiful green eyes, holding a box that read salt. I felt someone grab my arms and lift me off the floor and I started struggling again.
"Hey, hey, it's ok. We want to help you." I looked over my shoulder and only saw shirt. Looking up, I saw the other man, his brown hair hanging down to his shoulders and nearly covering his concerned dark brown eyes. I pulled away and ran out the door. I heard one of the men yell, and the other muttering in another language. I glanced over my shoulder as I ran, bare feet slapping the floor. I saw a plume of smoke come out the door, but then it disappeared. Without warning I collided with something and fell onto the floor, and looked up to see a man in a trench coat with black hair and vibrant blue eyes looking down at me. He knelt to help me up and asked, "What are you? I sense something other than human blood flowing through you." He tilted his head and looked at me curiously as I stood. I took a step back and said, "I-I am two percent avian, err, bird, but how can you tell?" The man looked into my grey eyes and said, "I am an angel of the lord." I nodded and said, "Uh-huh, sure you are." The man suddenly disappeared, and I shrieked, covering my mouth with my hand.
"Now do you believe me?" I spun around and saw the man standing behind me, leaning against the wall. I slowly lowered my hand and prepared to run again.
"Oh, I have frightened you. My apologies." I saw the two men come out of the room behind man and the short-haired one yelled, "Cas, stop scaring the victims." They walked up and passed the man-Cas-and smiled. The taller one, the one with brown eyes, said, "I'm Sam, and you didn't have to run." The other man smirked and I felt his eyes graze me, being clad only in my skimpy, torn, hospital gown. He looked up and said, "I'm Dean, this is Castiel." I frowned and said, "I'm Aderyn Raz. What the heck is going on?"