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Nadelin currently stood in front of the "Elf" cage and couldn't possibly be more disgusted by what she saw. People were crammed in exhibits to be stared at by the general public.

Okay, maybe they weren't people, maybe not even humans, but they certainly weren't animals! They hadn't done anything making them deserving of this kind of abuse. They had been stuffed in cages- cages for crying out loud! Nadelin gripped the railing that prevented people from getting too close to the exhibit, her knuckles turning white from the pressure she squeezed the bars with. These must have been the mystery prizes her father and his fellow scientists were talking about so feverishly. Apparently they had found these beings on an island that had either been undiscovered or long forgotten by humanity. It seemed that it had been for the better, considering the liberties humanity was taking. Psh, she thought as if she weren't a part of it. Nadelin didn't want to be a part of this cruel practice, but out of all the kids on the planet she was probably the most closely involved. She wasn't the one directly stabbing them with needles and sticking tubes all in their throats but her father was. In fact, that monstrosity of a man had been the one to devise a plan to capture them all after their discovery. He had abandoned her on her 16th birthday to help wrangle them all in for this torture.

All in the name of science. That was always his excuse.

The mistreatment they had obviously been receiving outraged her as well. There were a multitude of cuts from all the "research" the scientists had been doing. There were bruises from where they'd been too rough and band-aids to mark where needles had pierced their flesh for the purpose of blood work. If there was anyone, anyone at all who deserved to be called a monster it certainly wasn't the poor souls in the cages. Eyes wide so to contain the rush of thoughts and emotions running through her veins, Nadelin tried to make eye contact with the lone captive she saw in the "Elf" cage. Maybe she praying that somehow this elf would understand the situation and forgive her for her father's offenses. Of course, this was complete and utter nonsense since to the elf, to all of them, she was just another human who had come to watch them suffer and do nothing. No, this wasn't right and she wouldn't stand to do nothing. Somehow Nadelin knew she needed to help them- she needed to get them out! But how could she do that? Her father was so very protective of them, far more protective them he'd ever been of her.

Yanking her from her jumbled thoughts, Nadelin felt a gloved hand on her shoulder. 'Speak of the devil...' Nadelin thought bitterly, turning to the man with the clean white lab coat who could only be her father. His little brass name plate was pinned carefully to his coat and it was clear he was very proud of it. The pin was polished so that is shone in the sunlight and read 'Mr. Grimelled' in his very own signature. "Nad," came her father's pleased voice, and Nadelin's eyes narrowed at his face. But he didn't notice her aggression and went on. "I'm glad you came. Do you see the progress we've made here? Isn't is marvelous?"