Hybrid

Chapter One

It was dark. The only presence Ireland could sense was evil. Pure, unadulterated evil. Panicked, she glanced right--nothing--left--no one in sight. But she knew she wasn't alone. She never was. She was always watched, always hunted over and over by the same people. By the same monsters. By the same things. She could feel them watching her at that very moment. She could feel their eyes on her, piercing through her head, through her mind. Reading her very thoughts. Scanning them, watching them--and that terrified her. Ireland nervously shuffled her feet. She longed to run, to hide. But there was no where to run. No where to hide. No where to escape. They were watching her every move, and as of right now, Ireland had no more ideas. No more clever escaping plans.

Her mind was empty. She just didn't know what to do. Ireland cried out in frustration. She couldn't think straight, she was in shock, just like everyone else would be if they knew they would die. In fact, all Ireland would think about was how it would all end. How she would die. She used to dream of that day, hoping that that day would be sooner than later. But now that the time has come, Ireland didn't want to go. She didn't want to die. She wanted to live, have a home, a family, a normal life even. But that would never be possible. She knew it was impossible. Like a dream. And that's just what it was--a dream.

Tears streamed down her face, cutting through the dirt and grime that had layered onto it. She was close to hysterics. She felt like she was losing it, and she probably was.

She could almost hear the voices. In fact, it's like she could feel them. Its like she could sense what they were saying. Ireland shivered, and collapsed on the ground, hopeless. It was useless. She's as good as dead. No. She is dead. Ireland curled up in a ball, silently as crystal tears fell down her face. She could hear them laughing. Calling out to her. Asking her to join them. And at first, Ireland was ready to give up. Ready to join them. But, it's as if someone or something wouldn't allow her to. It's as if there was one small thread that was keeping her sanity together in her mind. One loose thread-- but it was that thread, that loose strand that was Ireland's last hope.

"Come to usss." Hissed the inhuman voices. They sounded raspy, and animal like. And just hearing those voices was enough to turn one's blood cold. Ireland hated those voices. For she knew who they were, or, what they were.

Ireland bit her lip, and shut her sky-blue eyes closed. Even within her great wish to live, she had just the tiniest hope for it all to be over. For it to end. All of it. Ireland sighed. But, that was natural, she was sure, for every human hybrid at the laboratory. Every single one. Wether it was an Avian-hybrid like herself, a feline-hybrid, or even if it was a canine-hybrid. Ireland longed to be normal. To be human. To be free. She didn't want to be a monster. A freak. But, she had to face it, that's just what she was. What all of them were.

Humans had always wondered what it would be like to have wings, and what it would be like to fly on their own. Ireland knew all to well what it was like. For, she had wings of her own. And, while others would love having wings like her, to Ireland, those wings on her back were a curse. A reminder of what she was, and what was done to her. She was born at a lab in California, and was relentlessly expiramented on. Avian dna was carefully mixed in with her genes, and she grew wings. Like a bird, she had light, hollow bones, and air sacs to help her fly. She was tested. She was forced to run, and if she ever slowed down, or stopped without permission, she was whipped.

None of the hybrids got alot of food. They barely got any, in fact, they usually got two meals a day, and it was usually a slice of meat, and a piece of stale bread. So, no one weighed too much. All of the hybrids were created for a company, called Archeas, but, no human even knows what it is, or even that it exists. But, some of the hybrids rumered that the government is a large part of the company. And that it's because of them that the hybrids exist.

Ireland jumped up from the ground nervously. She could sense something, or someone. But, it wasn't one of the others... it was different. It was... human. And unlike the other presences around her, this one... wasn't evil.

Ireland looked around. The evil presences were quiet. She hadn't noticed it until now, but everything was completely quiet and still. Footsteps echoed, each step growing louder than the last. Ireland slowly backed up, and unfurled her wings to look bigger. She flew into the air gracefully, and hovered, scanning the area below.

Light. Light was seeping into the room. Ireland squinted her eyes, she hadn't seen or felt warm light like this in a while. But, it gave her hope. A figure walked into view. It was a human woman. She had dark brown hair, and warm, ocean blue eyes.

"Ireland. Do not be afraid. This is just a dream." The woman called out, warmly.

Ireland blinked. Surely this was not a dream. "W-who are you?" She inquired, her voice raspy and dry.

The woman smiled, and stretched out her hand to Ireland. "All will be answered, but for now, Wake up."

Light took over the room and the darkness vanished.
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Ireland's eyes flashed open, and she sat up. Beads of sweat ran down her face, as she scanned the room. A flash of light shined in her eyes, as she glanced at the gleaming metal bars in front of her. Ireland grit her teeth in frustration. The lab. I'm back at the lab, she thought, her hopes diminishing.

Ireland sighed, and layed back down. She used to think that being dead would be better than being like an animal in a cage, but after the crazy things she saw and felt in that dream... she just didn't know anymore. She slammed her fist against the floor of her cage, angrily.

Sounds of metal rang through the dark room, causing startled cries and moans to exit the other hybrid's mouths. They were scared. Just like Ireland was. So, she couldn't blame them. No one at the lab was safe. And no one ever would be.

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