Quinn groaned and raised her head, but then it promptly fell and cracked against the stone beneath her. She allowed herself to wince and she carefully pushed herself up, letting her head hang forward on her chest. A large spot above her right eyebrow throbbed and she gingerly brushed two fingers over it. It was a large bump and she could see in her mind's eye the dark purple bruise it must be. She hissed and looked around.

To see that she was in a cage.

A thick barred cage.

Then she felt the thing around her neck and her hands flew to her throat.

Where she found a thick, hard, cold collar. Her eyes widened and her whole body seized up as though someone had just dumped her in cold water. "No." She jumped to her feet and was only a little relieved to see that her head didn't touch the roof of the cage. She grabbed the bars of the cage and looked outside of her little prison. She was in what seemed to be a large room, but she wasn't sure because it was so dark. Growling she tried to peer farther into the darkness. Slowly she felt a tinge of panic starting to creep into her stomach and she quickly tried to banish the feeling.

"No," she hissed, adding a growl onto the end. Her eyes started to adjust to the darkness quickly and soon she could make out vague shapes. There wasn't much else in the room with her, just a couple other empty cages. But then she spied a box attached to the wall. It wasn't big, maybe the size of a ring case but it was a box on the wall nonetheless.

And boxes on walls in rooms like she was in usually had something important in or on them. Quinn was hoping that it was a button or a switch to open an invisible door so she could get out of wherever the hell she was. She paused for a second. "Even if I open the door…" she mumbled. "How do I get out of this stupid cage?" She glanced around at the cage, tugged on the bars, kicked them, trying to figure out any sort of weakness, but she couldn't spot one from her quick once over of her prison.

She cursed under her breath and felt her body start to shake like it did when she was trapped. The feeling she got when she was in trouble was bubbling in her stomach, and she knew better than to ignore it; the feeling had saved her on more than one occasion. She growled and felt the roof of the cage. Nothing above her head. "How did they get me in here," she mumbled. "Some bars must open, or the ceiling has a trap door…" She continued feeling the ceiling, picking at and pushing on any indent she found.

Then she found a slit and when she slid her finger in she found that it went deeper than any other cracks she had uncovered. Suppressing the growing elation in her stomach she untied her boots, praying that they hadn't searched her… Smiling at their stupidity she pulled out her pocketknife from the secret compartment on the inside of her shoe.

She slipped the blade into the crack and moved it down then slit, then turned the blade this way and that before finding which way the line continued. After a couple seconds she had traced out an entire square and was pushing the section up, her knife held in to teeth.

A creaking noise made her open her eyes and look up. Two more hard shoves and the section of heavy concrete raise an inch. Her arms shook slightly and the slab fell with a muffled bang. Quinn didn't freeze, but pushed again. After a couple minutes she gave one last shove and the square swung out on oiled hinges and crashed backwards against the roof of the cage.

Grabbing the edge of the hole Quinn hauled herself up and swung over the edge of the small prison, landing quietly on her feet. She ran the couple steps to the box on the wall and slammed her hand against it, hoping to hit a button. She didn't. Swearing under her breath she searched around the edges to see if she could open it. Nothing. She cursed again, then froze as she heard the mechanical noise of something large and heavy being opened. A slot of light appeared on the other side of the room, and the wall to her far left started to move. Quinn slunk back, hiding herself in the shadows, and watched as two men walked in, large rifle-looking guns in their hands. She watched as they spotted her empty cage, then they turned to face her, their guns drawn.

Quinn forced her wings out the back of her jacket and took to the air.

AN: Cliffie...?

Hope you liked it! My writing for this might be a little slow cause I'm still piecing together what going to happen. I'm also doing NaNoWriMo for my VERY FIRST YEAR! WHOO HOO! (tried it last year. well. i wanted to do it but i forgot so...) NANOWRIMO! Yeah. So I'm trying that and so far I'm at 4,052 words. I have 22 more days to write roughly 46,000 words. Wish me luck

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