Beep…beep…beep

A rather loud sound briefly drew her to the surface, only to be reminded of what her body was currently dealing with on her behalf.

Pain, head, wings, back, head

God, she was tired. She slowly begun to drift when she heard movement and voices.

"How…...wake up" what were they saying, she tried to focus but it instead caused her head to throb in responses.

"She…. broken…body…. healing…three days". Were they… taking about her? A door opened meaning that someone had either left or had entered the room. From the extra sound of footsteps, she chose the latter. Her head throbbed again and the waves of fatigue called to her, "snake…watch….". Snake. Who would in their right mind would call themselves snake, she thought as she drifted to sleep.


Slowly she surfaced again. This time there were no voices, just that damn machine beeping away in the corner. Her head throbbing weakly and her body ached all over but it didn't stop the feeling of needing a stretch and a shower. Slowly she opened her eyes to a blank, white wall.

She frowned, slowly turning her head and looked around the room. The white wash colour stained the walls and there was no other piece of furniture in the room apart from the bed, some strange cylindrical bottle and that blasted machine. Gently she sat up and felt something pull on her arm and head. She turned to see some sort of device attached to her wrist and connected to the bed. Well shit. Her senses went into overdrive, she reached up feeling some sort of tubes that hooked over her ears and connected just underneath her nose.

Panicking she flung herself up, trying to remove the foreign object. "How the fuck does this thing come off" she muttered. Contrary to some, removing something you couldn't see with one hand isn't easy.

Before she could finally free herself from the strange contraption, a black leathered glove grabbed her wrist. She jumped, turning sharply to the direction of the hand. "fucking hell! How long have you been there?"

She shifted getting a better view of the sudden appearance of the other person in the room. There standing before her was a man completely dressed in all black armoured bodysuit. She paused when her eyes rested on red markings on his right shoulder, before continuing on to his face.

Now this was different, his face was covered with a balaclava with a visor over his eyes. Was he hiding something? She frowned, taking in this man's odd appearance. Why hadn't she noticed him before, she was literally in a white room and he was wearing black clothing for Christ sake! Had he always been he or did he just enter the room, but then why hadn't she heard the door open?

While all of this was processing through her head, she noticed that he was still holding her wrist. Clearing her throat, she pulled on her wrist. He complied, gently letting go of her, watching her from behind the glass. After a short pause and he didn't say anything, she decided that she had to start this conversation. "hey… could you take this thing off me?" she gently tugged on the tube near her nose. while she was restrained to the bed, she was more worried about the item on her face.

There was no response from the man. She sighed "please...". He stood there for a few seconds longer before he turned and walked towards the door. He opened the door and seemed to be making signs with his hands to someone she couldn't see, before closing the door and stationing himself against the far wall.

So, from that interaction she saw, he was one of three things. Deaf, mute or refusing to speak anywhere near her. she sighed popping up a pillow before resting her head on it. There was silence once again in the room, apart from the blasted machine. She'd swear if she was going to be stuck in the room for one more min-….

She sat up looking around the room again, the man lifted his head slightly in response. Why hadn't she noticed it before! There was nothing else in here but the machine, a cylindrical object and the bed which was bolted to the damn ground! The other items could be moved out but the bed. What rooms have this…. A prison cell! She wasn't in some sort healing area. No she was in a cell, a sweatbox, a fucking beautified dungeon. Which means she wasn't going anywhere soon and she would be….

The door opened.

Eight people entered the room, one she remembered from when she first arrived. Correction. Crash-landed into the place. The next to enter was a man wearing combat gear with sandy coloured hair. His companion that entered with him, pausing briefly when he saw her. No poker face skills there The fourth was a woman with auburn hair who was also wearing plated combat gear. She could already see the fashion trend here… The next two gentleman to arrive were polar opposites; one was bulkier and taller, while the other was short and thin. David and Goliath, she presumed. She smirked at the thought. The woman, Red, went and stood next Mr. Silent in the corner while Sandy stood next to the who she could only assume as the leader. David and Goliath positioned themselves in either corner of the room and poker-face went the other wall opposite of red. The last man to enter made her bristle, particularly at his clothing style. The white lab coat, with the stethoscope hanging around his neck was setting off so many alarm bells. His short mouse brown hair slicked back was not helping with the situation.

The Doc walked over to the machine quickly writing down the different numbers on it before specking. "Hi, I've just got to ask you a few questions in regards to your health" he scratched his head before continuing.

"how are you feeling?"

"…"

"Are you in any pain?"

"…."

"Are you feeling nauseas"

"…."

"…can you understand me?"

Movement at the back of the room caught her eye as Mr. Silent gestured something to Red. "she can and she can speak". Damn it. Of course, he would tell them, she did yell at him earlier and talked to herself. Curse her stupid mouth and scatterbrain, always getting her into trouble.

The Doc sighed, squeezing the bridge above his nose. "Look, I know you aren't exactly comfortable here, but we had to rush you into surgery and took a gamble of using pain killers and anti-inflammatories. Without knowing if they would work on you or leave any side effects." He turned to face her, folding his arms in the process. The tension in the room slowly began to rise, PokerFace shifted awkwardly to each foot while Red looked annoyed. The doc looked to the general, more concerned than anything.

"My back and wings fucking hurt."

All eye turned to her. Now she felt like she was in a damn zoo with the looks she was getting. She arched her shoulders back slightly, feeling the satisfying pops of her joints from the movement. She knew she was their captive. That part was obvious. While she wanted to keep her cards, she needed to get the hell out of here and the only way to do that was being open with them.

She swallowed, "I'd love a stiff drink too"

The Doc wrote something down on his clipboard then paused "I can give you med for the pain, however the only stiff drinks in here is water". She shrugged and leaned forward slightly "I can deal with that…" she glanced around the room before continuing "...How long was I out for?"

The Doc looked to the leader, who nodded back in response. "You have been unconscious for five and a half days; we had thought you would be out longer given your injuries. But your body seems to heal faster than a normal human."

She froze. she was out for that long?! Shit, Shit Shit! She needed to leave, had to leave. But she was still recovering and her wings are not in any condition to fly. Not to mention that she was being held prisoner in an unknow location. Although she didn't think they could have moved her far given the state her body was in.

Before she could continue her internal battle. The Doc turned saying he would get her the items she needed. Stopping to turn to the man, the leader addressing him as General Hawk before leaving the room. Ah so that's his position.

The general squinted slightly before leaning forward in his chair.

"Now that you are awake, I have some question that need answers"

Well…. Shit.