Free
Song: Numb by Linkin Park
(A/N: I know, I've got requests...but then again, this song and...well...please forgive me. Happy chapter up next!)
Dylan
My arms were strapped to the wall. Sleek metal shackles were on my legs, all this in hopes that I couldn't get out. I knew that I could, easily, but barely controlled anger prevented me from escaping until the intended person walked in my containment unit. And then, he did. My creator and my enemy: Dr. Gunther-Hagen. He held a clipboard in his hand. Adjusting his lab coat, he took a seat on a bench in the room. The doors closed behind him with a swish.
"Well, Dylan, you've let the Flock get away, and you're not part of it." he said simply. Malice burned in my head and heart. I bit back the words that rushed to my voice unspoken. He observed me and scribbled on a sheet of paper. Looking up to me again, he grimaced.
"And worst of all, you remain a rogue, a rebel to our cause. Tell me, what caused this reaction?" he inquired. I snapped my bonds, finally the heat of rage overtaking my logic. I ground my teeth together and stepped forward, pulling my arms free. The Doctor looked astounded in a nervous shell. I pushed my face near to his.
"Have you any idea," I said, steely calm, "what you put me through?"
He was silent. The Doctor fell to the ground. I hadn't realized that I'd been holding him up. He grasped his neck and gasped for air.
"Max...she thinks that I'm too perfect...or worse, a spy for you. Angel and the others treat me like I'm a baby or something, and Fang...Fang hates me. I have to wake up every morning loving someone who can't ever return it!" My voice sounded harsher, primal, even. I turned on the Doctor again.
"And you created this...this life. This horrible, trapped life that forces me to breathe another breath against my own will. You controlled me!" Enraged tears spilled onto my cheeks. I kicked the door open. From the doorway, I glanced at the Doctor again.
"Not anymore."
I dashed down the hall. For the most part, everyone avoided me. And that was fine with me. I was too afraid that I would kill someone if they tried to stop me. My feathery wings shot out to either side, preparing to catch a breeze. I burst through the main doors and stared into the open sky. It was pelting rain, and lightning cracked and fizzed through the air. Thunder followed it, shaking the ground as I launched into the clouds. Turbulence tried to knock me aside, but I fought through. Electricity caused me to feel tiny shocks all over my body. I shivered and screamed and dashed into a pit of spinning clouds. I tucked my wings close into my body as the wind threw me in circles. It wasn't calm, like they say a tornado is, it was loud. Booming thunder echoed all around and I was flicked from the cloud with the soundwaves. I was wrecked to the ground. Scratches were abundant on my arms and face, blood was flowing openly. My life was finally crumpled, as fragile as a sheet of paper.
No more would I have to lived controlled, a mind slave of someone else. In my last moments of living, I wasn't that which I had become so accustomed to being. I had lived my life in chains that were now broken. As the rain washed me clean, I heaved for breath, almost willing it not to come anymore.
I was finally...free.