Beginning of the End

I woke up to birds singing, flying from tree to tree. At least they were free. I slowly got up with my head pounding like I was getting beaten, again. I looked around for him and saw him drunk over by the campfire that was already burnt out. I got up and sat across from him, wondering when we’ll leave. I just sat there staring at the fire waiting for him to wake up and take all his alcohol out on me with a stick of some kind.

About thirty minutes later he woke up hung-over. He came closer to me and grabbed my arm like he was in danger. I looked back at him. In is green eyes I saw no heart, no sympathy, just pain and violence. Like they say, the eyes are the window to the soul. Five seconds later he slapped me, hard, across the face. Like he knew what I saw. It’s not as bad as what’s coming though.

“Are you ready to go see the doc. young lady?” he said, the alcohol just made him sound dumb.

“I never will” I whispered slowly.

That’s when the real stuff came. He gave me a blow in the gut which sent me down on the forest floor curled up into a ball in pain.

“Too bad!” He yelled.

I threw up. Oh, how I hate that man. Every day I tell myself that someone, anyone, will find out what these people do to my kind and I will finally get the taste of freedom. Then maybe, just maybe, he’ll get what he deserves.

My name is Alejandra, but people just call me Ally. I’m seventeen years old; I have dark brown hair that looks almost black, a beat up body, and brown, blue eyes. The guy who abuses me is Eden. Probably don’t want to know much about him though. I still remember the day when I met him; it’s still clear as a bell like it just happened yesterday. I was walking in the woods with my wings out; yes I’m what you guys would call ‘Angels,’ except I’m more of an avian hybrid. My mom and dad were born in a test tube and were forced to breed, which then resulted in three kids with wings. Anyways, I was just letting the sun soak my wings up; it was such a wonderful feeling for us. What ruined it all was Eden. He came out of nowhere and snatched me up. Thank God I had time to put my wings back or who knew what he would have done. He bombed the rest of my family so their all dead now. The scientist that was assigned to me a long time ago sent Eden to get me for who knows what. I’ve been on the road with Eden for two days and he’s done nothing but hurt me. Apparently the doctor/scientist’s lab is only a few miles away since I’m going to meet him today. So now we both are headed to my worst nightmare. But I have to leave the past in the past and look towards the future. Not that there’s anything to look forward to.

I’m not like other Angels that people put in stories. First of all, I don’t “tuck” my wings and go on like nobody can see them; we literally put them in our bodies. There is a seal in my upper back that can open and close manually that’s shaped like an upside down V. In every ‘Angel’ there is a trigger somewhere on our bodies that only we know where it is. If someone hits or presses that trigger right, our wings automatically come out. The only thing that tells me somewhere hit that trigger is if I puke a half an hour or so afterwards. That’s why I’m always nervous when Eden touches me around my hips because that’s where my, what you would call it, Notivein is. If he ever finds it, I’m dead, toast, whatever you want to call it; I’d rather die than have him find my Notivein. If he finds it, he will have total control over my wings. Plus, he’s the ‘evil’ scientist’s minion so not only will he have control over them but so will the devil that’s behind all this.

When he is drunk I go out into the woods and open my wings to the let the sun reach them. If I don’t let the sun get to them in at least every two days then I’ll get sick, very sick. I haven’t been able to let them out yesterday, probably won’t today, which is bad. I’ll get dehydrated and worn out. Which sucks even more because I’m going to be stuck in a freaking truck.

I slowly got up waiting for him to kick me down again. But instead of kicking me, he spat on me. Disgusting. That wasn’t just a little spit that was a wad of saliva mixed with snot, tobacco, and alcohol. This is only half of what he does to me. Like the other day he tied me up to a tree. He then peed on me and whipped me with a leather chord. Yea, I have a lot of scars and bruises. But there’s nothing I can do about it. If I try anything he’ll just abuse me even more. No, the doctor I’m meeting doesn’t care what he does to me as long as he doesn’t  kill me.

We packed up our things, well his things, and headed north. I never know when we are going to get to our destination but it must have been a long trip to get me.

I knew I wasn’t going to make it when I got into the back of the overheated truck. I needed sunlight. Eden must have noticed because he stopped.

“Don’t you miss that feeling when you open your wings, the cool breeze through you feathers, and the sunlight! Oh, the sun light on your back!” He said, looking out in the distance like he was daydreaming. That about made me drool.

“Shut up,” I mumbled while looking at the ground. I don't want to get beat just because I opened my stupid mouth.

Unfortunately he still took it hard. He shoved me down in the dirt and kicked me in the thigh. That’s going to leave a huge, swelled up bruise.

“You want to say that one more time freckles?” He never calls me by my name, always nicknames. Only when he’s serious he’ll use my name.

He got in the driver’s side so I got up and hopped in the trunk. It’s a lot to take in but all the times he’s hurt me, it seems to make time go by faster. When he abuses me I’m so focused on the pain and nothing but the pain that time is the least of my worries. It sometimes makes me forget that I’m headed to a lab where this evil scientist is going to do who knows what to me.

When it got darker it started to rain, hard. Eden pulled into a small parking lot accompanied by a medium sized building. Well this can’t be good.  I started getting a sick feeling in my stomach. I need water but mostly sunlight on my wings. I would ask for a bottle of water but Eden never shares anything of his with me. It doesn’t really matter anyways since I’m probably going to have an IV stuck in me. The doctor is expecting him also.

Eden looked over at me and saw the terrified expression I had on. He found it amusing and started laughing with his drunken laugh. What I found out about Eden is that he finds it humorous when I’m uncomfortable. I mentally made a rule to never speak again. I won’t give this stupid scientist or Eden what he wants. Ever.

He shoved me through the doors as we entered the building. A tall man with dark hair and streaks of silver was waiting, just watching me. No, not watching, inspecting me. I felt shivers go up my spine.

“Hello, my name is Dr. Emmers. You probably don’t remember me but I was the one that created you and your family. Nice to finally see you all grown up.”

No. This can’t be happening to me. I must be in a nightmare. I opened my mouth to say something but then remembered my new rule. Right, no talking.

Dr. Emmers raised his eyebrows like he was expecting something, “Right then, I’ll ask you to follow me into this room here.”

I followed him with Eden still shoving me from behind. All of a sudden Eden flung me over his shoulder and slammed me on a metal table. I gasped as all the air shot out of my lungs. As I was still gasping for air Dr. Emmers tied me to the table so I wasn’t able to move. He took out a needle that looked about four inches long.

I started shaking like I was having a seizure when Dr. Emmers said in a soothing voice, “Shhhh, it will only hurt more if you move.”

Eden came over and put one hand on my shoulder while the other shoved my head to the side so Dr. Emmers could put the needle in my neck. I felt a sharp pain and screamed as the deep ache filled my neck and my throat.

“I’m just going to run a few tests, none of the big stuff until we get to my real lab just south of here.” Dr. Emmers said with an enthusiastic look on his face.

My vision starts to blur and everything is swimming. That’s the last thing I see before fall unconscious.

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Hey guys!  As some of you know, I already wrote a beginning for this story, BUT I changed it (: I will be changing some other things along the way and I have ALOT more chapters coming up but I refuse to publish anymore unless I get comments saying they want me to publish more. You are all beautiful!! <33