- Chapter One -
Dream EscapeA room with cages. A variety of different sized dog cages, with an antiseptic smell and white walls and the whole bit. That sounds about right, hence the fact that we were in a secret lab. An evil lab, I'd say, where the scientists do lots of horrible, terrible experiments. Or, that's what I figured. This was a dream. I kept telling myself that this was a dream, but god, it seemed so real; not that I was the one who was focused on, but as if it were a movie made just for me. Just so I could see it; every small detail, every feeling, every horrible thought.
Nooo! Stop! I found myself thinking, desperately wanting the scientists to stop. It was just... wrong. Not okay, so uncool. Where were the police? The government? Or... were they involved? Were they the ones who allowed this... this… experimenting? It was inhumane! This shouldn't happen. Of course it shouldn't. Little babies shouldn't have their organs on the outside of their bodies, scales for skin, third and fourth eyes on their foreheads, extra limbs, no limbs.
But my focus was caught on a few in particular. Well, six, actually. They were all the same; well, sort of. All six of them had wings. Long, bird wings. They looked human for the rest of them, but they had wings sprouting from their backs. It would've been kind of neat, except for the fact that the ones who had done this to them were horrible, inhumane scientists. Whitecoats. That name kept coming to me, but I wasn't sure why. Was that who they are? Whitecoats, not scientists?
Either way, scientists or whitecoats, these poor kids were all in large dog crates, just waiting for a scie--whitecoat to come and take them away, to do horrible tests on them. I watched as the one bird-girl reached out to the cage beside her, which held a smaller girl with similar bird wings. The smaller girl reached out and just barely got to hold onto her hand. They looked at each other with the saddest pair of eyes I had seen. Well, they pretty much matched every other single kid's eyes--two or more.
A glass door slid open, and through it came a man, in a white coat. Hmm, wonder why he's here. And, in case you didn't realize, that was complete sarcasm, right there, folks. Sarcasm at it's best. But what he did next surprised me. Instead of opening a single latch and taking one of the children away, he opened up six cages; the six bird-children. They were all different ages, one really young, not much older than a year or so, and the eldest around 8 or 9. Anyways, he grabbed the frightened children and exited through the glass doors.
In my dream, this dream, the man took those six children away from the building. Away from the evil lair of those whitecoats. And that was the end of my dream. It ended, just like that. Sometimes I'd have another dream, sometime after that first one, and it's when the man took the bird-children away and to this really neat looking, E shaped house. He raised them, taught them how to use their wings and fly. He seemed like he wasn't a whitecoat after all, but then why was he there in the first place? Maybe he was a bad guy gone good. Or maybe... maybe he wasn't on there side, after all?
