Experiment X

One

"Dammit can I go now?!" I barked at the white coated women leaning over my shoulder.
"You're still bleeding." She muttered impatiently.
I frowned. I really hate being told what to do and what not.
Sooooo I guess I should explain. Kinda funny.
Christine and I were at Walmart just picking up some new cloths and what not when a fucking agent guy fired a bullet in my back.
Now you might say I cried like a wuss, no Christine was the one crying but I was really pissed because I was just healing from a recent wound from the other week.
Needless to say, I got more bullets in my back and we don't have to worry about the same guy again.
Once we got back to the dorms Christine dragged me to the science ward once we put the groceries away.
I go to the science ward everyday for examinations. See these science people help us, and try to keep us safe but I always end up hurt.

"Well it would go quicker if you hadn't attacked the guy and ran." Said Christine.
"He fucking shot me in the back!" I snapped back.
"Language." She muttered.
"bien désolé ma reine." I muttered.
"Smart ass."
"Thanks... OOWW!! WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT." I yelled as I felt a sharp jab in the back.
"It was too close to your left wing, I had remove the bullet." The scientist patching me up said.
"Jeeeee- ok, ok." I said as Christine was glaring at me.
"Not much longer, Ash." The scientist said as I felt the tug of stitches weaving through my skin.
"Oh goodie, because I want to get to the cafe where I watch people at like normal human beings while I watch in discust." I said Christine crossed her arms.
"You just know how to brighten up the mood. You're so adjetated." She muttered
"Your assuming my personality?! How rude." I said sarcastically.
"Alright I finished stitching-." The scientist said.
I got up from laying down quickly but I got light headed and felt myself fainting before I felt Christine's arms grab me, catching me mid fall.
"BUT," She boomed," You've lost so much blood you need to lay down a while before doing obnoxious things."
I felt the sweat beaming on my forehead and my breathing was slightly labored.
"Let's take it slow." Christine said looking up at the scientist.
"Give him plenty of rest, he can't get in trouble that way." The scientist Warned.
"You all are so judging today." I muttered.
I stood up on my two feet again and felt that rush but I kept my balance strait. I'm so used to feeling light headed it gets more annoying then terrifying. Christine held my arm as I walked out a room that is so called "abandoned," and we walked out the science ward and we're on our way to the cafe finally.
"You need to think before acting." Christine said abrubtly.
"I'm fine!" I said with a sigh.
"If you hadn't attack-" She said.
"He shot me first Christine. What was I supposed to do? Run about the store reeking chaos? If I kept running he wouldn't have shot me dead or hurt you." I argued back.
Christine stayed silent for a while while we turned a corner.
"I thought... I don't know, I'm getting so used to this now it makes me feel sick." She muttered.

Okay that really hurt. As much as I would dream that everything would be normal and perfect. But that's just the thing. I'm not normal, I'm part bird and part human. I'm not like everybody else and we're expected to ensure unique and it's okay to be different. Well the people who created me sure as hell went far with different with me because now I'm wanted dead for being different. Now isn't that just fucked up? Because it is.
These wings, I love flying and being up high that I feel big and everything is small and the whole like feeling the wind run through your hair and brush against your face, the adreniline? I love that part it's just everything else (besides Christine) sucks. I would love to not have been born into a hostpital full of wackos who would poison me on purpose, make you do painful trials. And injecting me, poking me with shit I didn't even know what it was. And then they tie me up with titanium bearings and starved me.
so I have every right to be pissed about my childhood and that stuff.
"This isn't your fault if that's what your thinking. Ash I know how much you want things to be better for us," Christine said and clutched my arm tighter.
I stayed silent.
"But, what I think is incredible is after every bullet you take. You're willing to take another bullet. And another after that all because you don't want me to get hurt. You've been hurt so much you would think you would be more causious. But you're only cautious of the people around you." She said.
I pushed open the doors of the cafe with a grunt since the metal brushed against my wounds.
I fished for our I.D cards in my pocket but Christine already had them and flashed the card at the attendant in the entrance.
The cafe was full of little middle school kids here at the University. I felt like there where so many eyes on my since all the counselors had to explain why the hell I'm here.
"Aaaaaaaaaasssh!" I heard a high pitched yell come from across the cafiteria.
I rolled my eyes. There is this one kid that worships me like I'm some god or something. Since there's a band camp going on Christine teaches Jazz improvisation. So once I'm released from the science ward I hang out there while she teaches class and she has me play a walking bassline for tempo and cords ( that's right I'm smart).
This little boy came up to me, glasses and always wearing a minecraft shirt with pants that are far to big for him and he's always wearing these mud boots. Needless to say, he annoys the shit outta me.
"I heard what happened. Can I see?" He said and went after my shirt.
I turned away, "No,"
Christine jumped in line for food but here is the problem with me and food. I don't eat what you usually do, you probably think it's gross but the only thing I am able to digest is human blood. Gross? That's how I was raised in the labs...