I twitched as a loud scratching sound echoed through the room. I didn’t want to wake up, not yet. A wave of cold crept over my body.
“Fine, I’ll get up...” I mumbled to myself.
As much as I don’t want to... I thought, grouchy as hell. I groaned and got up, rubbing my eyes. Suddenly, everything rushed back. The “Doctor”, the experiments, and the message. I ran to the window. The source of the scratching noise popped out at me.
There was a bucket on a string, scratching the surface of my window. I checked to make sure the doctor wasn’t there, and opened the window. I grabbed the bucket and pulled it towards me. Looking inside, I found a note, and a box. I looked at the note first. It said:
Dear Grace, my name is Cecil Jones. I was taking a walk when I found your…note. If you want to escape, wait at your window at midnight. I’ll be waiting.
I sighed. How was I supposed to know the time in this place? I picked up the box. Opening it, I found a sleek, black watch with a glow setting. Under that were some snacks. Whoever this guy was, he was turning out to be pretty good. But…
What if I scared him with my appearance? I WAS half angel. I sat in front of the mirror, and wondered about what to do. For the next couple hours, I tried to find a way to hide my wings and nails. I tried cutting them, but all that did was leave behind a mess of nail, blood, and feathers. They grew back moments later.
After a couple more hours, I had not succeeded in even slightly hiding my wings. I looked at the watch, which told me it was 11:00 pm. I ate some of the snacks quickly, as I waited by the window. Soon, I could hear a slight tapping noise outside. I opened the window and, to my surprise, was hit by a rock. I poked my head outside, pissed off and ready for a fight. Looking outside, I could see a shadow below me.
“Hello?” I whispered. They didn’t answer. I grabbed one of the pretzels I had gotten and threw it at the shadow.
“Ouch!” a voice cried.
I snickered, and the sound of someone climbing up a wall reached me, so I waited for them to reach me. Soon, a head popped in the window. A boy of maybe fourteen poked his head in.
“Hello” he said, holding up the delicious snack I had thrown at him. “Are you the one who threw that pretzel at me?” I denied the crime, of which it was obvious I committed.
“Of course not” I said. His eyes went to the pile of pretzels beside me.
“Sure...” he said. It wasn’t the best introduction to a friendship ever. “Anyway,” he said. “My name is Cecil Jones.”
As I looked at him, I sighed in my head. I had expected someone a little...older. He held his hand out for me to shake. I took it and sat down.
“So Cecil,” I said. “What’s the plan?” He smiled.
“Thought you’d never ask...” He said, pushing his black hair out of his face. He took a screwdriver from his pocket along with some thick padding.
He worked around the bracelet, measuring every movement, every noise, and every possibility. I watched him intently, focusing on everything he did. He looked up into my eyes, and I looked away. I felt…awkward. He let out a triumphant cry and I looked down again. My leg was free…My leg was free.
