Hybrids In Captivity

2-Dearest Unicorn-

-Stirling-
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      The cold was comfort. The freeze against my skin. The ice under my body. All I wanted was to become one with it. Become crystalized within the confines of the chilling water.
Oh how I wish I could tear the horn from my head. To rip away every strand of hair. To carve the hooves from my feet. Even then I will still be infected. Cursed to bear such a fate.
I was always told I was blessed to have been infected with such a mystical animal by the virus, lucky to not have been given a slug or a sloth. All it gave me was a new appearance and more eyes on me. They expected shows. They expected beauty. They expected submission.

      When I heard of the unicorn who went mad that year, I couldn't take it. People turned on me. They began to fear me, curse the horn I was "blessed" with. Why can't they keep their minds? Just because one lost theirs doesn't mean everyone should. I was still the masterpiece they looked upon the days prior. One unicorn does something bad and suddenly I'm to be cast away.

      I wouldn't let them.

      I refused my fate.

      If I can't find acceptance and comfort within their presence, I'll wait for it. Lock myself in time and rewrite what I want to be. Give me years, give me a new life. Something to look forward to. I don't want to be judged, I don't want to be praised for my virus, I don't want compliments because of my mysticism. Curse this virus and curse those fateful enough to not be affected as I was.

      If it comes down to it, I'll use this horn and kill the virus within me.

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      Woken up too early. Anyone would be angry. Anyone would be upset. My feelings weren't a sign of insanity. My reactions wasn't an act of aggression. I didn't ask to be touched by the woman, I didn't want to be taken to this building. The man who found me, I expected him to be kind. He was surprised, just like I was, when he saw me. I thought he had a kind heart. He gave me a gift, brought warmth to me. A small comfort.
        I was wrong. Only the cold can bring me comfort.
        Then I had seen those wings. How could they do that to something full of life. There was no grey on those wings, no tear, no wrinkles in its pattern. They were fresh, young. Full of life. They were torn off the body and wringed up like some sort of artwork. This place the man took me was cruel. I didn't do anything to deserve to be here. I don't want more eyes on me. I want to go back. Freeze me in time once more, leave me alone for centuries if you must.

        "We can't always get what we want,unicorn. Now, do stay still," The ugly voice rang in my ears. A sick joke he made. I couldn't possibly move. Straps holding my legs and arms down. Holding my jaw in place, my head tilted back against a metal table. A cruel display. I could only stare.
        I could hardly feel anything. I blame that liquid he's been using on me. The past few. . . Hours? Like clockwork, he'd pick up a syringe after some time and add another prick on my arm. At least it wasn't my neck, that hurt when he first did it. It disgusted me nonetheless.
        "Don't make such an expression, it'll be over soon," The old hoot spoke once more. I couldn't keep myself from making the disgusted face. He was ugly, what he was doing was ugly, this place is ugly. Nobody could blame me.
         He had told me his name, but I refused to use it. I only knew he was some sort of doctor. I didn't really understand what it was he was doing. He had this magnifying looking glass and kept running it over my limbs, just looking over each one. It's not like I was hiding something, I didn't have anywhere to possibly hide anything. Yet he spent a few hours just doing that.
 
       "One more place to check," He sounded disappointed. One of his hands reached up, causing my stomach to do a flip. Was he going to hurt me? Pull my eyes out?! Start tearing my hair off my head? He didn't do any of that. He unbuckled the strap holding my jaw in place. Then took hold of my chin.
        "Say ahh," He mimicked screaming in a way, expecting me to mirror. He already had my mouth open, what more did he want? He held up the magnifying glass and an expression came across his face.
        "I should've guessed. Your virus implanted from your mouth. That must be why it's so apparent. Base points like eyes, mouths, napes, and so on are weaker to the virus when they inject their infection. When you got sick I bet you thought it wouldn't affect you the way it did, huh unicorn?"
        He ticked me off. Who remembers when they got sick? I hardly remember who I was before the virus changed me, and I don't care for it. I'm not that person anymore. I don't care for any of this information anyways.
         "Not much of a talker? With due time you'll get over that," he sighed and reached a hand over to the side, picking up a syringe. I prepared myself for the injection, my eyes never leaving the point of the needle.
          "When you wake up, I won't be here, you should be glad." Oh yay that is such wonderful news. I will still be in this place, not much to look forward to. Would I still be in this chair? Would I even be able to move if I was let out of it, I could hardly feel my fingertips. That had to be a bad sign right? Cruel man, I wished to never see him again.
           I felt the point sink into my arm once more, igniting a fire up my arm to remind me of the other entry points. Why was that the only thing I could feel. Unfair. . .