(Old Version) Monsters and Men (Platonic Mercs X Child Reader)

the Beginning

WARNING: This book deals with dark themes such as violence and mentioned abuse. This will be your first and only warning

You had only just been born. You hadn't even gotten to feel the warmth of your mother's arms yet. You began your wailing, crying for your mother's warmth. For the comfort you would never receive. The cold of the doctors hands bit at your skin like a frozen ice ice cube placed on your body. Ear-peirceing screams echoed and bounced off the metal walls. Tears fell like never ending rivers down yoyr mother face. A face you had not yet been able to see up close. You did not understand, how could you have?

You were only just born into a world so cruel you wouldn't even be able to truely see your mother.

Men dressed in pitch black suits walked in folowed closely by heavily armed guards. You were pulled from the doctors cold touch and into the arms of a colder man. Your screaming only got louder as your voice strained and screamed. The man carried you out of the room as a metal object was aimed toward your mother's head. The last thing you saw was the fear your mother held in her eyes. One you would never remember. The man rushed with you in his arms. He didn't seem to hear your crying. In fact, he was actively ignoring it. He instead chose to try keep your still bloddy body away from him. It wasn't long before you were met with extremely bright lights...

It was the first time you were ever put on the operating table...

7 years later

You laid in your small, dimly lit cell. At your sides fell what most would see as horrifying. Feathered wings weakly slumped at your side. The bleeding on your body stained the feathers

The pain was unbearable...

Blood ran from your nose, your lip, your eyes even but you felt the most pain in your wings. The doctors had been getting more pokey with them lately. They had torn feathers from you, injected needles and caused bruises to form. After seeing that your wings had a regenerative aility they then had tested how attached your wings were to your body by clipping them and pulling you up by them. Needless to say they never left your body though it felt like they were trying to tear off a limb. The only sound in the room now was your soft whimpers as you tried to hold your sobs in. The scientists only seemed to prod at you more when you were sobbing. Any time you disobeyed them they would hurt you. They would go into more dangerous experiments or would just flat out hit you. You didn't understand why, how could you. The mind of a child seeks to find any reason to blame themselves before any authority figure. To you they were gods you never wanted to scorn.

Even though you did have the same mental development as a human child the people around you saw you as nothing more than a monster to test on.

The tears that fell from your face halted at the sound of the doorknob turning. You quickly wiped the stray tears away and turned to the door. Your body grew extremely tense once you noticed the face. He walked in, closing the door behind himself. He held a clipboard in hand and the stern look on his face was enough to silence any questions of why he was here at this time of day. He slowly walked across the room to your bed.

"Stand" you did not hesitate to listen. Even if every muscle in your body cried for you not to move. You stood in front of the man with a straight back. Your wings slumped loosely to your sides. They were not functional at the moment though even if they were you wouldn't have gotten much use out of them.

It wasn't like they had ever taught you how to fly...

The doctor gook down a couple notes. As he did you suppressed your sounds of pain and tried to maintain your ridgid posture, though that was becoming harder by the second. After writing down whatever he needed to he finally lowered his clipboard and stared at you with cold eyes. Eyes that told you that you weren't important enough to be in his presance.