Chapter 15

Wings

I struggled against the bonds tying my to the chair but they were too strong. I did not know what they were planning to do, but anything that had to do with a knife was bad enough for me.

One of the guards from before came over and held me still while the whitecoat talked to another whitecoat debating on wether to do what they were about to do or not. I only got bits and pieces of what they said, it disturbed me.

Finally they seemed to reach an agreement and one of them left and the one with the knife stayed. Crap.

"Keep her still while I prepare her." The Whitecoat seethed. Apparently, she was on the opposing side of what she was about to do. The Whitecoat cut away the back of the little clothing I know had on, he cleaned the areas around my wing and went to the computer and typed something.

I was practically jumping out of my skin, my brain wasn't functioning right. I gave up struggling against the big brute holding me still when he knocked to wind out of my by punching me in the gut as hard as he could. I was now slupped in the chair trying to catch my breath and wrap my brain around what was happening.

The Whitecoat came over with a few needles and stuff and started injecting me with them. "Get her to sit up." she commanded and the eraser pulled m into an upright position by my hair. I whimpered softly but did not start fighting again.

The whitecoat pulled out the knife again and I turned my gaze away, my neck hurting to much from the strain to see what he was doing. Suddenly I felt a sharp pain in my wing and cried out in pain. The eraser slapped my face trying to get me to stop but I couldn't. This pain was like nothing I had ever felt before. My vision blurred and my eyes stung with tears. I couldn't think, all that was there was that white hot lightning pain searing through my body. I was frozen unable to move when it the pain stopped getting worse for a moment. The whitecoat reached for another tool, a sawlike thing replaced to knife and he started to cut again. I felt him sawing away at my wings. I was horrified. The pain was taking over, the world slowly started to turn dark and I slipped into unconsciousness…

I awoke to a sudden pain as I move a little in my sleep. At first I wondered what could have caused it, then I remembered. I looked back, hoping to see my wings. It had to be a dream. Right? Nope. my wings were gone, replaced by 2 stubbs and and empty pain searing through me. A sob rose to my throat and I let it out only to have more and more come. I was devastated. I had never, once, imagined not having wings. It was a thought that would make me shiver and push it away telling myself that would never happen, but it had. And it had happened in the most horrible way possible.

I looked around me expecting to be back in the cages, only to find myself in a plain white room. There were no object or furniture in this room, and instead of hard walls, all surfaces were padded. I couldn't feel any hardness anywhere. I did not bother to attempt to stand up, not yet. There were security cameras at every corner of the ceiling. There was a door of course, it was padded also and there was no handle from this side. There was two flaps that could be opened from the outside, one at the top of the door, one at the bottom. I guessed that the top one was to look into the room or to let me to talk, or speak or something. The bottom one was probably for food. Infact, there was a tray of food sitting below it waiting for me!

I rushed over to it and desperately shoved it into my mouth, worried that if I did not eat it fast it would disappear. When I had finished I looked around again, wincing in pain with every move I made, even if it was just wiggling my fingers.

I was only wearing a short night-gown type thing and there was a hole in the back as if they were originally planning me to have wings when they made this. Nope. I couldn't think about it anymore. It was to painful. I curled up in the corner farthest from the door, careful not to touch my wounds to any surface, padded or not. While I layed there I wondered why they put my in this room. Compared to the cages this was luxury, the other experiments would kill to get into a room like this… Then it hit me, they were sorry for cutting my wings off. They had to do it, but they wanted to at least make an effort to say sorry, even if it was small. But I knew there small effort matched how sorry they were. She had a feeling that they weren't to sorry. I mean they were, them, after all.

As I layed there sleepy less suddenly washed over me. My eyes started to droop right as the door opened. Before I could see who it was I was asleep. A peaceful, non painful, sleep.

(end of chapter 15)