A headache pounded through my head, and down into my neck. I really hate you Jacobson I thought as I rubbed my neck, eyes closed. I had just woken up from whatever Jacobson injected me with. The last thing I remembered was flying at Jacobson, my full intent was to take down Threshold, to get the brothers home. Kill off Jacobson first, but obviously you failed on that part.
I opened my eyes, angry at not having the plan go correctly. Faint memories stirred in the back of my mind as I looked at the room I was in. It was very small, enough room to stand and lay down, that was it. The box was pure white, my black wings a blemish to such cleanliness. The light beating down from above made the room seem hot, even though the tile was white and cool to my fingers. In front of me was a sheet of glass. So clear I thought I could walk through.
Beyond the glass was more glass boxes, lined in a circle in the huge room. In the middle of the room was metal tables, about twenty of them. The sight of them brought back a memory. A painful one.
My eyes shot open, filled with white coats, hushed voices, and a bright light overhead me. Where am I? Shifting my head slightly from the kink it was in, I was on my stomach. I felt cold, and I realized I was naked, body pressed down onto a metal table. Feeling came back to me slowly, and I felt on fire. Something was wrong. I was in pain, tons of pain. I screamed and thrashed out, my arm hitting something solid.
"Hold her down!" Someone screamed.
Panic welled up in me, whats happening? How come I can't remember? Where am I? I fought harder, everyone yelling, shoving me down. Yelling, its okay, don't be afraid. But I am! I am afraid, help me! I screamed back. No one listened, and I was beaten down. Something slide into my air and I dropped into a sleep.
I swallowed the lump in my throat. Ignoring the phantom pain that emerged from my sub-conscious. Trying to keep calm, I thought of ways to get out. Maybe I could break through I thought, pressing my left hand against the glass. Taking a few steps back I put all my energy into the kick. As my foot met the glass I was thrown back by an invisible force. My body slammed into the wall and I fell to the ground, wings aching. You think I'd remember that, if I had done it before I thought grimly.
Shaking my head I stood up wincing as pain lanced down my back. Feelings of hopelessness welled up in me. I've failed the brothers yet again. I can't even get out of here, to help them. I sighed in aggravation, wondering where they were. Something moved beyond the right wall of my holding cell, and I looked at it. Waiting for something to come out.
"Hello?" a female asked, voice muffled by the wall. They sounded old.
Rushing to the wall, I placed my right ear against the cool tile. Was someone really there or was it a joke? "Hello." I said. "How long have you been in here?''
"A few hours I think, your voice it sounds familiar." she replied.
"I don't know you. Has anyone been down here at all?" I asked, wondering why she thought she knew me.
"No." she replied curtly, "But I-"
Suddenly a tile above me broke free, gliding slowly down towards me. Backing away I peered at the descending tile. A tray of food sat upon it, a cup of water and this steaming reddish thick stew in a bowl. Sucking my bottom lip I looked at the now exposed hole in the roof. An idea formed in my head. Grabbing the tray I slide the food off of it and onto the ground. The red stew sloshing over the rim of the bowl and staining the ground.
Shaking the tray for good measure I waited for the tile to rise again. It jerked on the ground before rising much more rapidly than I thought. Lifting the tray I, jammed it between the tile and the gap in the ceiling. If I can't get out then at least this will get someone's attention.
A loud alarm shot out, and I clapped my hands over my ears. The sound was so loud, it started to give me a headache. The person in the next cell let out a huge scream, a familiar scream. Harpie! I thought. I found her without trying!
I didn't have time to revel in the fact before two burly guards came ambling towards me. One was taller the other quiet short, and looked as if he just got a job here. The other, was very stern looking and knew what he was doing. Let me get the weak guy I thought. The tall one waved his taser at the small one to go towards the harpie. Damn. Nothing is easy.
Dropping my hands from my ears, I put myself into a fighting stance. The guy gave me a smirk and shook his head. My foot tapped the plastic bowl of steaming stew, the liquid spilling over the sides. As the man opened the glass door, I picked it up and waited for him to open it a little wider.
Pushing the glass into the wall halfway with his shoulder the man stared at me and laughed. Not realizing what I was about to do. Taking a step forward, he waved the taser at me. Stay far enough back I reminded myself. He lunged, startling me and I flung the stew into his face. He let out a screech the sound louder than the alarm, and clapped his hands over his face dropping the taser. There was a sickening crack behind me as the tile broke the tray in half, and the alarm died away.
I shot of my cell and looked to my right, where the short guard stared at me open mouthed. Stabbing the taser towards him he backed away. The haripe was pressed against the glass, her face twisted with rage. Her hands moving across the glass in liquid movements. What is she doing? The glass was only an inch open.
"Open it!" I screeched.
He jumped to and pushed it aside, the haripe leaped out and onto his chest. He screamed as she clawed at his throat. No! I thought This isn't the way! I tried pushing her off of him but she stayed on, his screams now a garble. I pulled one of her wings and she let out a hiss and punched me away.
I fell to the ground, the air knocked out of me. This isn't right! I thought and ambled up. The guards body underneath the harpie lay still. "No!" I screamed and grabbed both her wings. Yanking back., she screamed as I twisted her wings.
"Why did you do that?" I roared
"He's nothing! Expendable. Look what they did to us!" she screamed, ripping free from my grasp. I let the feathers drop from my hands as she ran to me.
We hit head on, kicking, punching, and screaming. Blood flowed freely, the man, in my cell, his whimpers soft over our roar. As we pushed away from each other, heaving, we glared at each other.
"No right." I heaved. "He let you free."
"By your demand." she pointed out.
"You killed him."
"So?"
"Is that what you were going to do to Sam, and Dean?" I asked.
"Yes, but they deserve it, they kill our kind."
"I"m nothing like you! The brothers don't deserve to die! He," I pointed at the mauled body of the guard, "didn't deserve to die either!"
"Why do you love them? Humans?"
"I'm one of them!" I sobbed.
She was silent, her head bowed. She let out a ragged sigh, and asked, "What will you do with me?"
Shuddering I let out a breath, "Nothing, if only you'd let the brothers go home."
Instantly she responded, "Remember the movement."
"Wh-" I started
"Aeryn!" Dean called, and I spun around, he was running towards us, from one of the main halls.
My heart leaped in joy and I moved towards him. He was motioning for me to come, "Tyler's here! We have to move!"
I sucked in a breath and yelled to the haripe, "COME ON!"
And we ran down the main hall. I don't know how far we ran but my legs started to burn from the running before we saw the exit. Before we reached it a loud shot went out in the hall. The sound making my ears ring. I skidded to a stop and turned around. The haripe sank to her knees, blood blooming out across her chest. Their chance to go home is gone! I thought running to the harpie.
But she was already dead, her shooter standing behind her. I looked up and saw Tyler smiling, the gun's barrel pointed at my face. He was smiling and I shuddered. He placed his finger over the trigger.
I heard Dean running back to me, and Tyler moved he's hand up and shot. I heard the bullet ricochet off a wall, and Dean curse loudly.
"Don't move." He said, looking at Dean.
"Screw that!" I yelled and lunged.
I brought him to the ground and beat at him. He took away their last chance of going home! Dean was yelling my name but I couldn't hear him, my intent was to kill Tyler. Someone pulled me back, it was Dean, he was whispering in my ear,
"Don't. Lets go. It'll be okay."
"I'm sorry." I said, feeling failure rise in me.
We left Tyler alive but badly beaten. Sam was outside the building, in the Impala waiting for us. The unconscious bodies of the guards lying scattered on the ground. An alarm picked up, screeching into the night. Dean half dragged me to the Impala, when the words of the harpie rang into my head. Remember the movement. I knew how to get them home! I pulled against Dean, his hand on the back door of the Impala.
"What are you doing?" he yelled.
"I know how to get you home!"
"Great. Later."
"No. Now! Before something happens!" I yelled, knowing after what we had done, Jacobson wouldn't stop till he found me. They had to go.
Dean turned to me, panic in his eyes. "Don't worry!" I yelled, and kissed him. "Get in the car, and don't forget me."
Dean hesitated and I opened the passengers side, and urged him in. "I-I can't." He said.
I shook my head and he climbed in. Sam was asking Dean what was going on, but I ignored them trying to remember fully the movement the harpie did in the cell. I closed my eyes. The sounds of voices from the building spilled into the parking lot. Ignoring everything I repeated the symbol and prayed it was right. When I opened my eyes nothing was there, no car, no brothers.
"Be safe." I whispered and ran away into the night.
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The end.