Max rattled the gold bars in frustration. She'd awoken to find herself in an elaborate birdcage in Jackson's office. Though it was a situation she certainly had never imagined being in, it was also the less surprising discovery; much more startling were the wings protruding from her back. From the experimental flaps she'd done she'd surmised that the were functional, and yeah, it would be pretty cool to be able to fly, but she was still royally pissed about how she got them.
The hiss of the door signaled the entrance of the object of her hatred and Max lunged at the bars. Speak of the devil. Mad Jackson, for his part, chuckled.
"A cage for my canary, oh how I've outdone myself."
"You motherfucking bastard! What did you do to me?"
"Isn't it obvious? I made you better, superior to the average human. According to the scans, you're faster and stronger than a grown man twice your size."
"Why?"
"Why did this happen? Your genes are compatible with the terrigen, and my serum stabilized and boosted your transformation. Why did this happen to you? You ruined my life once; I figured I'd return the favor. Now I've got work to do, so be a good little birdie and shut up if you're not going to sing."
"Wait!" she called, desperate, and Mad Jackson paused in his departure to look at her quizzically. "The others- are they really alive?" He smirked.
"For now. But their survival depends on cooperation, like yours, so I can't really say how long they'll remain in one piece. You are a rebellious bunch, after all."
Max slumped against the bars as Jackson began working at his desk. Worry and relief war inside of her. They're alive. But they're still in danger.
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