The Human Dragon

Ch.1

It was about 6:00 in the morning. I was wearing my usual white scrubs and no shoes. I heard footsteps coming toward my cage. This was my chance. I was going to break free. The doctors opened my cage and peered in. Reaching in, they yanked me out. Talking my chance I kicked one in the stomach and then punched him in the face. I tackled another one and pummeled the life out of her. The remaining doctors reached for their guns, but before they could shoot, I unfurled my wings and knocked them to the floor. There was only one doctor left standing, reaching for something in his coat. Deciding to take my chance, I bolted to the door at the end of the hall. I had almost reached the exit, when I felt a sharp pain in my back. I staggered backward. I reached around and pulled a dagger out of my back. It was pure gold. The only thing that can kill me. My black wings were covered in blood. I dropped the dagger and staggered toward the door. I needed sun, the warmth, the free air. I heard the footsteps of the doctors coming toward me. They must have recovered. Damn. I put my hand on the handle. I started to pull the door open, then I was ripped away and dragged backwards. I screamed and kicked, but it was of little use. Desperate, I kept struggling. I could not go back to the lab, the cage. I was dragged through a set of double doors and thrown into a side room. There was no windows, so it was pitch black. This is one of my fears, pitch black darkness. Beside the doctors this came to a close second. I hated the emptiness of it. Hearing a grinding sound, I looked up. White gas was pouring out of vents in the ceiling. Panicking, I clawed at the walls, banged on the wall and flew to the vents trying to close them. It was to no avail. My vision went black, and I dropped to the floor.