The Angel Experiment

Training

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"Don't get yourself killed. I'll get you and Harry out of here as soon as he's ready." Her thoughts force themselves into my head. What?! She's not an experiment! And she's got Harry's accent. As if reading my thoughts, she replies, "I asked for it as a way of payment to keep quiet. But now I can interpret their every moves. Hear them coming. Know their plans. I didn't expect them to capture someone famous . . . To capture my brother." I give her a confused look. Brother? "I'm Gemma Styles."

After running, flying, fighting, and avoiding being killed in a giant maze for about three hours, I can feel my body giving up on me. I look at Gemma through the window, shaking my head. She gives me a warning look and frowns, putting a microphone to her lips. "You can't stop. You have ten minutes left. You can do this!"

I groan and look behind me at the blade swinging down at me from the ceiling. I duck and roll, then stand as quickly as I can and run, but trip on my own feet from exhaustion. My cheek rests on the cold floor and I crawl away from the moving blade. But before I can get away, I feel the worst pain I've ever felt in this place. I scream as I feel the blade slice across the back of my wing. No. I look to my left and cry out as I see my wing nearly a foot shorter, covered in blood. My silver wing is no longer silver, but a dark red color. And the tip of my wing lies on the floor beside me.

I cry as I hug it to my front and ball as I find a safe place to hide. I wish I could use my powers, but I can't let them know what I can do. My voice cracks as I scream and everything goes silent. A few seconds later, the door to the arena opens and slams shut more than once. The first person I see is Gemma. "I'm so sorry, Alina! So, so sorry!" She cries out, helping me up and trying not to stare at my severed wing.

"Dr. Styles, there will be no . . . affection . . . towards Subject One, or any other experiments. Got it?" Dr. Franco steps up and glares at her. She steps back and nods, as if she is a robot following orders from a remote.

"Yes sir." She strongly says. She looks to him with obedience, but I can still see the guilt and how much she cares in her eyes. Franco pulls her aside to speak with her. Meanwhile, a load of nurses and doctors come in and put me onto a stretcher. If my wing doesn't heal . . . I'll never fly again.

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After about two hours of treating my wing, getting stitches, being stabbed with multiple needles with unknown substances in them, and being so drugged that my eyes cross on their own, some of the doctors roll me back to the lab so that they can bandage me up and put me away. The drugs are slowly wearing off, but they gave me some kind of pain reliever called Morphine that made me feel really tired.

"Alina?! Alina! Alina, what happened?!" I hear Harry crying out. I look toward him and frown. I try to move my wing outward just enough so that he can see it, but as soon as I start moving, the doctors scatter like roaches.

"She's moving! She's moving! Someone give her another dose!" A man shouts. I yelp as another needle is shoved into my arm and they inject me with something awful. Only seconds later, I'm unable to move. They lay me on a different bed in the lab, right in front of Harry, and begin plucking the feathers away from my wound so that they don't get stuck in it when it scabs up. Thank God I can't feel it.

"What did you do to her?!" Harry screams, banging on the edge of the cage with his fists. Finally, they're almost done. They quickly do what they can to clean off the blood and begin wrapping it. Soon, they're finished and they tell Harry to move as they gently put me back into the cage. "Alina . . . " Harry pulls me into his chest. "What happened to you?" He whispers.

"Tr-training . . . " I mumble. It sounds odd, since I'm drugged up, but I think he understood.

"What? Training?! For what?!" He bursts.

"They check to see what new powers we have . . . I didn't use mine." I wince as my wing stretches a bit.

"Why not?" He widens his eyes. He looks almost angry.

"Because . . . Your sister told me not to."