Bird Feathers

Chapter 2

It was the next day. My day for testing, and to be honest, I didn't know what to think. I know one thing, though. I was horrified. I wondered, what are they going to do to me? What contraption will they turn me into? These thoughts raced through my head. Amy tried to reassure me, but it didn't work. But, the time eventually came. I didn't have a choice. It wasn't the compassionate woman who came last time, no, it was a man. He had a white coat and some sort of mask on. I wasn't ready. I didn't want to go, but I had to. The man opened the door to me and Amy's cage and took me out. He took me into a large room, a medium sized operation table in the middle of it. Beside it stood another table, thinner with some sort of tray on it. Inside of the tray were empty tubes, pill bottles, different sized cloths, and other things. He laid me down on the table and put metal restraints all across my legs, and told me he would return shortly before exiting the room. I sat there for at least five minutes, whining and hoping this was all just some twisted dream.

The man came back with some sort of bag. He heard my whining and gave me a sharp glare and I immediately shut up. He walked over to the table beside me. He placed the bag on the table and unzipped it. Inside of it were different medical things that I didn't know the name to nor have I ever seen before. After fiddling with the bag, he walked out of the room once more. A few minutes after, he returned with a birdcage and yet another tube. Inside of the bird cage, was some sort of black bird, squawking and flapping its wings violently. The man scooted the bag and other things to the side and placed the birdcage on the it. He opened the cage door and reached into the pocket of his coat. He pulled out a small dart of some sort. The bird nipped aggressively at his hand and flapping his wings in defense. He eventually grabbed the bird by his wing and endured his violent biting, simultaneously putting the dart underneath the birds wing. A moment after, the bird fell to the bottom of his cage, unconscious. He picked up the bird and took him out of his cage. He picked up the cage and placed it on the ground, afterwards placing the bird onto the tray. I couldn't see what he was doing from my position, but I sensed something horrific. 

A few moments passed and he turned to me. In his hand was a tube with a needle at the end of it, blood held up inside of it. I shook and whimpered at the sight of it. He sent me another cold glare. I started snapping and snarling the closer he brought it to me, and when his hand got close enough, I bit him. The man yelped, and two women rushed into the room, also in white coats. They looked at him in concern. "I'm fine." He mumbled in anger, dismissing them both as they made their way back out. He reached over to the tray again, and grabbed some sort of contraption. He slammed my head onto the table, and started throwing it around my snout. A muzzle, as I discovered it was called. It was metal, too. I laid back down, knowing it was hopeless to try and bite him again. He grabbed the syringe again, and slowly brought it closer. I whined as it got closer, thrashing around desperately for an exit. Soon enough, he injected me. It was a weird feeling, and I didn't like it. He continued holding down on it, pouring out the last bit. I had to get out. I didn't want to do this anymore. I thrashed around with more desire, crying out and snapping at my muzzle. The man tried to hold me down, but I continued. I HAD to escape. After one last attempt, I heard a large snap along with a sharp resonating agony in my left front leg, and was suddenly unconscious.