Somewhere on the Pacific coast USA, 2013

Feliciano looked up at the Northern skies. His mind was muddled and open. How long had he been sitting here? He couldn't see the sun anymore, so it must have been hours since he looked up.

His head was starting to hurt, as was his back. How could he not when his wings were pressed up against his back in one of the most uncomfortable ways. The first and last day of Feliciano's life he had woken up tied to a steel table. His back was being cut into and he was screaming.

It was only days later that Feliciano learned not to scream. He was pumped full of drugs almost every day afterwards. Just to stop his fight. But Feliciano had to know what was happening to him. Slowly he figured out that he was an experiment from men who had made human hybrids for a living, later to be sold to men with fat pockets.

But the scariest thing about this was that the men here wore masks. Not like a carnival mask but a masquerade mask. It covered almost all of the men's faces and just hid all expression. How could that not be horrifying?

After much eavesdropping Feliciano found how exactly how lucky he was. Most of the subjects would reject their extensions. But Feliciano didn't. His body did more than just accept the wings. He was able to use them. Could Feliciano fly? He had never been given the chance to find out. So it was possible but unlikely.

One day after Feliciano was put through his many daily experiments he was pumped full of drugs again, this time in a much different way. Normally they used an aerosol solution that they would spray in his face before he would be knocked out. But this time it was different. Feliciano's arm was held down as a long needle was pressed into his skin. A white syrup was injected into his arm and before Feliciano knew it he was out cold.

It must have knocked him out for days because when he woke up Feliciano's body was stiff from staying still for so long. There was a smell of saltwater and crabs. A smell that belonged to crashing waves and the Pacific ocean.

Feliciano had never before been scared of water. But after the kidnapping he became terrified. Feliciano still couldn't drink water without flinching. Most liquids made him cringe.

Behind the scent of saltwater he could smell blood and urine. The sound of countless souls crying was in the background behind a loud voice. He didn't recognize the voices, but he did recognize the tone. So it was time to get sold to the highest bidder now.

Feliciano looked around and saw men in suits everywhere. There were guns in plain view on some of the men and hidden on others. But Feliciano could recognize the outline of a gun anywhere these days.

Deciding there was nothing better to do than start counting, Feliciano leaned back against the rungs of his cage. He counted the seconds that passed by as he waited for something to happen. Anything to happen.

He was at 15,373 seconds when a man walked towards Feliciano. He had a dolly rolling in front of him. So it was his time to shine. Maybe Feliciano could escape when they let him out of his cage. It was unlikely but Feliciano kept his eyes open.

Feliciano was brought into a dark room. His caged was unlocked and he was pulled out of his cage roughly. Feliciano couldn't see the hands in front of his face, but he knew they were there. Something cold snapped around his neck, he instantly recognized it as a collar of some kind. What little clothes he had been given before were stripped of his body.

A small crying could be heard next to him but Feliciano couldn't understand it. Why was someone standing next to him? Why were they crying? Tears would do you no good in this kind of world.

Suddenly there was a ray of yellow light was thrown on him. A low voice echoed through the darkness just as murmurs began.

"Ladies, gentlemen and everything in between," the tenor voice echoed. "We move onto our next two specimens. We have," the voice seemed to let out a laugh. But it sounded more like crackles from an old speaker. "an angel boy and a demon girl. Each one made specific for your convenience. Each wing was painstakingly grown into their back. The boy has been given the wings of a dove and the girl was given raven wings."

The crying beside him must have been the girl. Poor girl, to think she must have suffered similarly to him. But he couldn't offer any kind of sympathy just yet. He was too focused on finding some way to escape. He would run the moment the lights went out.

"Each one is still a virgin in every way. Untouched and unharmed as you can see," the tenor voice said. "The usual problems of the foreign genes degrading has been fixed as of these models. They will last for anywhere from ten to twenty years longer than before.

"The price will start at four thousand to get a private screening," the tenor said. "The top three men or women to pay will be up for each specimen will be granted these screenings. You may begin."

There was a moment of utter silence. Just enough for Feliciano to be able to look around. He couldn't see anything outside of the light. He almost turned around and started running there but there was burning. The collar was burning him! Feliciano couldn't breathe. His hand reached up to try and break the metal collar around his neck but that only made the burning worse.

"The top three bidders for each specimen will now meet," the tenor voice said. "The male first."

Feliciano light went out, but Feliciano couldn't move. The collar was still burning him. He would have fallen to his knees if not for the sudden hands holding him up.

"Off to go meet your makers," a bass voice beside him said.

Oh goody.