Wings

The First Examination

Hey, readers! So I know that this isn't my most popular story, and I haven't uploaded in FOREVER, so I probably lost all of my readers, but oh well. I was focusing on Masquerade, but someone prompted me to continue with this one, so I gave it a shot! I promise to upload more ofter if people actually read this, so you wont have to wait MONTHS (=\) again. SORRY! You all know I'm not good that this. 

So I hope that you enjoy this new enstallment, I actually kind of like it, which is different for me....

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I sat against the cold metal wall the whole night, awake. The room of cages was mostly silent now, the animals asleep. Their was an occasional shuffling or clatter of bars. The back of my skull rested against the shiny steel, my wings curled against my back uncomfortably. I hadn’t taken off my heavy combat boots, and was surprised that I hadn’t had them removed. The metal toes and heels could do some serious damage. The first time I was let out of this cell, I planned to do that damage. Until then, I could only wait. I closed my eyes and willed myself to sleep, but it was useless. Images kept playing through my mind, images I wished I could erase. Myself, carefree, doodling in my favorite sketchbook while Isa sang in the kitchen. Her coming into my room, telling me she was going out to fly, and would be back soon. The hours going by while I waited for my beloved sister to return. Me, running out of the house, calling her name, fear making my voice weak. And finally, the worst, Isa’s broken body lying on the rocks below me, unmoving. Dead. 

I felt a tear run down my cheek, leaving a trail of cleanliness in between the dirt. It dripped down off of my cheek and into my lap. Others threatened to follow, but I hurriedly wiped them away. I hated crying. It was a sign of weakness, and if there was one thing I wasn’t, it was weak. 

I needed to steel myself for my next opportunity, make sure I didn’t waste it. I needed to get out of this cell and out of this building. I needed to do it for Isa, but mostly for myself. Even though my sisters death had happened less than twenty four hours ago, I pushed it away and tried to think of how I could survive. One I was out of this hellhole, I had no idea where I would go. I couldn’t stay in the city, where I was bound to be captured again, or go back to my house in the mountains. I needed to go somewhere new, somewhere when I could be safe. I knew that I would be living alone. I had no family besides Isa, and she was gone. I had no friends. I had no idea if there were others like me, but I doubted it. Isa had always said that we were special, two of a kind. I didn’t know what we were, but I was sure we weren’t angels. I didn’t believe in God.   

I adjusted my position and tried to plan out my escape.        

At six in the morning, I was still awake, and no closer to devising a perfect plan. I had decided to wait and get a better sense of the building I was in before getting out. If these people were anything like Isabella, they would have patterns, patterns that would be the key to escaping. Exploiting the loopholes of those patterns would be my only hope. 

Just as I was finally nodding off to sleep on the harshly uncomfortable ground, my cell door opened with a clang. I started up and instinctively jumped away from the sudden noise. Eyes wide, I stared at the number of bodies blocking the exit. Although all looked strong and confident, I forgot my earlier decision and leaped at them. Snarling savagely, I clawed and kicked viciously, trying to create an opening. A well aimed blow caught one of the men square in the face, and he dropped to the floor. My having lost the element of surprise, their defense strengthened, although I still gave them hell. In a frenzy of motioned, I fought with the skill I had been taught. 

Still, I was no match for my opponents, and eventually, I was subdued in their arms. They forced me out of the cell room and pushed me down a long white hallway, identical doors lining the walls, metal plates with adjacent numbers on metal plaques above them. I bit down hard on the palm over my mouth, and although it must of hurt, the hand didn’t budge.