I was only a baby. Only a baby when I woke up in a strange place, which was not my home. My parents were gone. I didn't know where I was. I began to cry. A man in a white lab coat yelled "Subject 47 is crying again!" Again? Why can't I remember-And then everything went black.
Three years old now. Big enough to crawl around. Big enough to see my two foot long wings, pure white except for the tan tips on the edges. I knew they were watching me. The people in white lab coats. They watched me all the time. One of them stared at me through the glass.
"Its wings are so pure white, like snow…" her voice trailed off. The other one nodded. They looked at me in wonder and I thought that snow must be a good thing. I had wanted a name for a while. I would call myself Snow. And so I did.
Some years passed. I was only six at the time. I was sleeping in my small room, when all the alarms went off. It jolted me awake. The scientists ran around, yelling.
"Six of our experiments…they just escaped!" People ran around in panic.
"Track them down," a scientist ordered one of their experiments. A wolf creature. It nodded and ran off, with others. I didn't know what was happening but I hoped whoever got away from here got to stay away. I didn't like this place. The next day, they started the tests. A scientist came into my room. He glared at me as I shrunk back. He grabbed me and lifted me into the air.
I whimpered, as he said "You! Come with me!" It's not like I had a choice. He dragged me down the hall. I didn't know whether or not to struggle. They put me on a surgery table. A few more scientists came in. They conversed quietly, but I heard some of their conversation.
"She could track them-Similar DNA-she needs to overpower them-that's why we're doing this!" The first scientist came over. He smiled evilly.
"Let the tests begin," he smiled, and that started the first five years of the worst time of my life. Twenty hours a day, every day, they injected me with something. Twisted my DNA. Cut out some of my brain. I don't even know. All I know is that I was a lab animal, and I couldn't get anyway. I never saw the sun. I slept only two hours every day. And I wanted to die.
"Please, please, please let me die!" I pleaded every day. But they ignored me and slapped me. The worst day was when they tested my new "self-healing." They put me out in the courtyard, with all the beasts. I called them "K9's" because that's what they were. Dog beasts.. I was tied to a chair. It didn't matter. I didn't possess the strength to fight, anyway. They circled around me, their yellow fangs showing. I shuddered. A scientist nodded at them.
"Attack."
And then they came. They ripped a deep cut through my leg. They ripped through my shirt,(Perverts) and ripped deep gashes in my stomach. I screamed, so loud people a state away could hear me, but no one helped me. After five minutes, I was soaked in my own blood. I was sobbing, but no one helped me. After five minutes, they called off the K9s. They glared at me.
"Heal, you little bitch," one of them said. I tried to heal. I didn't know how. Would it naturally happen, or did I have to do something to activate it? I passed out from blood loss. When I woke up, I had scars where they slashed me. On my leg and on my stomach. But I was alive. I passed out again.