Crash and Burn (My Chemical Romance)

Gravity

The room they keep me in is like all the other rooms here, but much more empty.
The floor is made of white tile, and it slightly dips in the center with a drain to clean up if there's ever a mess.
The sound of the archaic clock ticking away slowly drives me insane.
This is all I've known
For seven years
BLI took me from my home in Battery City when I was young. I was so naive and it was terrifying. The scarecrows were taking children from all over the place, only from lower class families. They were using them to research a new line of mutating drugs. And I was no exception.
They beat me. Bruised me. Tied me up. Stuck so many needles in my arms that I've lost count.
And their drugs definitely worked.
Maybe just... not as painless as they would have liked.
The large, tawny wings protruding from my back are ruffled and dirty, blood dried on some of the feathers. I've gotten used to them by now; they don't hurt me anymore.
I just wish I could use them. I used to want to get rid of them, cut them off, saw them off. I just wanted to be normal for the longest time. But the isolation has caused me to think differently. All I want now is to be free. I don't care what anyone thinks of me. I just want to leave. I want to see the light of day again. I want to smell the air again. I want to see my mother's face again. Feel the cool breeze again.
And with my wings I could fly far away. Far away from Battery City, from BLI, from the scarecrows.
I wish I could see a person, and feel safe around them. I've grown weak, and tired. I crave to feel something other than pain, and fear, and sadness.
I guess I just wish I could leave.
This place is worse than any hell anyone could possibly imagine. I look through the small window in my door to see the same hallway I've always seen, and I can hear the screams. I can feel the suffering of everyone else here.
As I fall asleep on the cold floor, wrapping my wings around me, the strange, deafening lullaby of torturous screams lulling me to sleep, I pray for something to change. I need a change.
I can't take this.

I wake up to the sound of my door slamming open. Before I can process what's happening rough, gloved hands grab me by the arms, yanking me up off the ground. Panic is evident in my eyes as the white coated men surround me. Tears spring to my eyes and I sob, screaming, kicking, you know, the same routine. I feel the familiar pinch of the needle in my neck and it's black again.
When I wake up, I'm strapped to a chair. There are tubes coming out of my arms, and weird wires hooked up to me everywhere.
I know what's coming next. My long, tangled, unkept hair falls in front of my face as I stare at my lap. I feel numb.
"Subject 110056, Doctor." I hear a male voice.
"Thank you, everyone, please, I need some time alone with this one for a minute, thank you."
That's new. I look up to see a man in a white lab coat, and unkept black hair that falls over his eyes. I'm terrified. "So, you are the one they've been talking about." He says, walking around me like a vulture, examining his prey.
"I-" My voice is incredibly hoarse, I don't talk much. "I don't - I don't know what you're-"
"Everything has worked on you, beautifully," He says, stroking my strong wing. I twitch, and shiver. I hate all physical contact, terribly. "Every mutagen, every drug, your body just- accepts it."
"W-what does that mean-" I say, shivering, petrified in fear.
"It means, my sweet angel," He whispers with a voice that sends shivers down my spine. "That you are my miracle. Everyone else has died, but you, you keep pushing. So, we'll be harvesting your blood, to replicate your DNA. Your sacrifice, will give birth to an army. A whole new branch of BLI's protection. A whole new era of peace in Battery City. All because of you."
I'm going to die.
I don't reply. I just look back at the ground. I feel the tears come in waves, and they crash into me, and my body is taken over by convulsing sobs. I've worked so hard to keep going. I've tried so hard. I was going to get out. I was going to make it. This is all happening so fast.
So quickly, my normal life was taken from me when they took me from my home in Battery City. And slowly, and agonizingly painfully, they took away my humanity. And now, finally, they are going to take away my life, too.
I can't do this.
I stay there, for I don't know how long.
Until the men come back and 'gently' knock me out, and return me to the cold, empty room which resembles my broken soul.
I lay there, on the cold floor, and sob. The minutes pass by so slowly, and as I drift into an uneasy, terrible sleep, I pray to never wake up.

I wake up to the sound of yelling, and - the emergency alarm. It's a new sound, something I have never heard before. My eyes snap open, and I immediately stand up and run to peek through the small window in my door. The once sterile white hallway is painted red by the color of the emergency lights. This has never happened before, in the length of time I have been here. Nothing exciting ever happens. BLI keeps this place under tight wraps, no one gets in, no one gets out. So what is going on?
I hear yelling, and I hear footsteps rushing down the hall. Suddenly, a man turns the corner, running frantically down the hallway. He has firey red hair, and colorful, mismatched, dirt-covered clothes. He holds a gun, and three other men similarly dressed follow him. They're yelling, and seem frantic to get out. The first three men pass by my door without a second thought, but the forth stops. He is shorter, with shoulder length black hair and lots of tattoos. We stare into each other's eyes for a moment, and before I can even think he shoots at the lock on my door and the door swings wide open. And I'm standing there, in a sterile white gown, with brown wings. And nothing is holding me back. I'm free.
Until we see them. The scarecrows are coming down the hall.
And I do the only thing I know how to do.
Run.