Wingbeats

4: Freedom Flight

Six and a half years later.

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Brief synopsis of my time in the lab first...

Hey I'd like to say I escaped- not really. I would like to say that I fought them- actually that part is true- but let's just say I was a vulnerable foal trapped with a bunch of crazy scientists. You get the picture.

Every morning was the same.

Not that I didn't like routine or anything, but having needles stuck in me hourly I'm not too crazy about. Every morning I was woken up (or rather dragged out of my cage) at the crack of dawn; they drew blood, sent me to a room where they made me fight a squirrel (not as easy as it sounds, and yes I understand that it's a weird thing for a pegasus to be fighting- tell that to the scientists!) and headed back out for more tests, got back to my cage for some water and a tiny bit of food-then more tests and injections.

You get the picture, not fun.

Between all this I hardly ever saw Nox- and they renamed me 1904subject 11. What the hell kind of a name is that?! So anyways, time passed, same routine, blah-blah-blah, back to the story.

Just thought I'd share (I've become bitter lately; can't you tell?).

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(After the six years)

I was ready to get out of this dump.

My life completely stunk, which was actually the understatement of the year.

I had been a carefree foal, but now I couldn't care less about the things that had once consumed my life, and the one thing I did care about through my living nightmare was the one thing they kept as far away from me as possible-my little brother.

I hadn't seen Nox properly in years; the glimpses I got were stolen chaotically since I had turned four and they had separated us. Admittedly, we hadn't had much time together before our lives had become a literal nightmare, but being trapped together for most of our time here had made us very close. Nox was my family, and I would die for him-however annoying it was when he started singing Taylor Swift... Or decided to call me Angel Cakes... Or asked where foals came from.

To heck if I really knew on that last one since I hadn't found out that answer 'til after we'd been separated (but I told him he'd hatched like a chicken just to stop him asking).

Now back to my original thought.

I'd been hatching a plan for the last two months to get out of here and save my sibling. If my timing was just right, my brother should've been coming down the hall that very moment. My plan was going to unfold and schedule was about to be my adversaries downfall.

Please, hold on to your socks-or whatever it is you wear on your feet.

The scientist right next to me brought his arm in close and I snaked my head forward to latch onto his arm, ripping away like an eel with my powerful jaws.

Blood instantly welled from the wound and the man screamed like a, well, like a man suddenly missing a large chunk of flesh from his forearm.

He was going to be feeling that one for a long time-mwahahaha!-but I digress.

"Aaaaieeee! You are going to pay for that, you insufferable beast!" He started to untie me to whip me, which was a huge mistake.

As the third rope came free, I burst away from the man and my bonds, kicking him in the gut in the process with what was probably a little too much glee. I whirled around to make sure he was down. The man gave a cry of pain and fell to his belly, not moving his mouth but certainly cursing me in his mind. For all he'd done to me-he deserved it.