Snippet #1888699

Jason Conelly

He opened his eyes to look at Shanae when he told her that he had wings. He saw her glancing at his back. He wasn’t too sure what he could do with the wings. He remembered earlier in the day he had practiced with them, learning how to move the new muscles. But he wasn’t sure if he was able to fly with them, he guessed they would, they were large enough, strong enough. <I know how you feel…> Jason was slightly confused then he remembered the whip marks on his back, they still hurt, but the momentary distraction eased the pain, if only a little.

Suddenly Monica appeared in the room and started ordering them about again. Only this time, it was different; he knew he heard that they were going outside. But he knew that no one was supposed to leave the building, it was so heavily guarded and they were supposed to be in ”quarantine”. He watched Monica descend upon Shanae and haul her to her feet, carting her out of the room and down the hall. He was still amazed at how good his hearing was, he heard their footsteps, the sound of a van door, and some metal type scraping, and footsteps again. It was the same until it was his turn to go, and he figured out what that scrapping sound was, it was the sound of a metal door, of a cage. He was tossed roughly inside one and he just sat there, he was too tired to do much else.

He watched the others being brought in, one at a time, all being looked into the cages like animals. Then he saw Adrian march up, a small bag in hand. He went to each of their cages and tossed in some bread, by the way it looked to him, he could tell it was stale. He looked up as he heard Adrian’s footsteps stop at Shanae’s cage, and he taunted her, flaunting the lack of her tongue and the fact that she wouldn’t be able to eat normally. He hated that man, making fun of things they had no control over, things he had caused himself. Jason curled up in the back of his cage, making sure his back didn’t get too agitated and just waited, what else was there to do seeing as they were all looked in cages. He didn’t even bother to raise his head at Daniel’s question when he spoke; he doubted anything was alright in this situation.