Hybrid

Chapter Three

Ireland bolted down a hall, her wings still wrapped with cloth. She needed to find a way out of this place. But... she was lost. And as much as Ireland hated to admit it, she probably wasn't going to make it out of the lab.

Bang!

Ireland spun around, her eyes locking with the door that had just been thrust open. Armored soldiers and lab assistants piled out of the room. Ireland bit her lip. This was gonna be tough. Each soldier lifted up a gun--which was probably filled with tranks-- and fired.

Ireland's eyes widened as she dove out of the way of the first wave of tranks. She quickly darted behind a wall for protection. She knew that resistance was futile, but... it's like something inside of her was keeping her from giving up. She heard the firing come to a sudden stop, and the sound of footsteps came ringing to her hears. Ireland ran down the hallway before coming to a sudden hault. It was a dead end. Ireland's entire body trembled. Tears blurred her vision as they entered her eyes and ran down her pale cheeks. It was over...

Ireland spun around, her eyes catching the fifty or so soldiers that had just turned the corner. They stopped, and slowly put their guns up. Ireland's eyes widened. She couldn't lose just yet. She put her arms behind her back, and dug her talons into the cloth that was holding her wings. She ripped through the cloth quickly just as tranks were already getting fired. Ireland ripped through the cloth in a frenzy, her eyes full of fear. She wasn't going to make it. She ran back and forth, doing her best to avoid the tranks.

Whoooooosh!

Ireland winced as a trank hit her in her left arm. Everything began to grow fuzzy, and there was a ring of darkness that surrounded the edge of her vision. Ireland tiredly dug at the cloth on her wings. She could feel herself begin to slip away. Ireland winced as another tank hit her in the leg. She came tumbling to the ground. Everything seemed to be in slow motion. Ireland's ears rang as she collided with the hard, cold floor. "Argh!" She cried out with pain.

Ireland continued to tug at the cloth, but her talons were beginning to retread back into her fingertips. It was over. One tall soldier hovered over Ireland, his piercing dark eyes meeting hers. One final tank was shot into her neck, causing Ireland's vision to go in and out of focus. She had failed to escape. And now she was going to be sent to her death. The soldier above her smiled viscously. It was obvious that he enjoyed this job. The cruel smile was the last thing Ireland saw, before everything went black. And the soldiers grabbed her limp body, and dragged her away.
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The sound of metal clashing together echoed around the room. Ireland's eyes weakly fluttered open. She... she wasn't dead yet. Ireland scanned the room, her eyes resting on about eight other hybrids who were chained up to walls. Ireland looked down at her arms. Her hands were locked in a cylindrical looking cuff, that resembled a dome. Ireland's eyes lowered in defeat as she realized that there was no way she could escape now. Chains that were connected to the cuffs trailed up to the wall behind her, and they ended up near the ceiling--a height that Ireland would never be able to reach without her wings.

A new, cleaner cloth was wrapped around her feathered wings. The torn one had been removed and replaced. Ireland bit her lip hard. I'm such an idiot. She looked down at the rocky floor. Why did I even try to escape? She asked herself. It was no use. Soldiers entered the room carrying trank guns and tasers. The other hybrids looked away from the soldiers and wimpered in fear. Ireland narrowed her eyes. The Reaper had come. At the lab, the man who came to kill any rebel hybrid had been given many names. Some of the more popular ones had been 'The Reaper.' Other names were such as the Man of the Night, the Red Gun, and another was the Shadow King. His bare head held a number of tattoos. The Reapers cold, black eyes locked with Ireland's, and a bloodthirsty smiled appeared on the man's lips. "Avian hybrid number seventeen," He growled with a rough voice that reminded Ireland of nails on a chalkboard, "You're time has come."

Soldiers walked over to Ireland and removed the chains from the domed cuffs. One soldier narrowed his eyes, and lifted up a taser. "Don't even think about trying to escape. Ireland sighed and stood up. She walked calmly to the soldiers, and stopped right in front of the Reaper.

"I don't have any choice," She hissed to the man.

The Reaper gave her a smile like the one a snake would give its prey. "Death awaits." He replied evenly before turning around and exiting the room.

Ireland followed quietly, her heart racing. This man... there was something about him that sent chills crawling down her spine. Wether it was his rough, emotionless voice, or the way hid bloodthirsty eyes kept looking at her. It was like he lived to kill. Ireland released a shaky breath as she followed the man she had grown up to recognise as the Reaper. Ireland was scared... no- terrified. It wasn't just the thought of her dying that bothered her... it was that she felt that this man was capable of something far worse. And Ireland couldn't quite put a finger on it.

After various turns and long trips down eery hallways, they stopped at a rusty door. The Reaper pulled out a key, and unlocked it. Her shoved the door open, and sunlight immediately entered the room, causing Ireland's eyes to widen. She followed the people outside, and Ireland resisted the urge to cry. The sun touched her pale cheeks that had not seen the outdoors since she had first been born. Hundreds of hybrids stood on the ground before the stage Ireland, the Reaper and other soldiers were standing on. They had been forced to be here. They were being forced to watch Ireland die. Their pale faves were filled with fear and worry, and none of their eyes met Irelands. They embaressedly turned away from her. The Reaper turned back to Ireland. His hands clutched a small pistol that held only one bullet. It held the bullet that would end Ireland's life. Ireland's hand trembled, and she felt as if she were close to breaking down. The Reaper lifted the gun up to Ireland's head. "Sweet dreams, you filthy animal." He hissed.

Ireland smiled softly. It was the end for her.

Heyyyy! Sorry for the dramatic cliffhanger. I just love cliffhangers haha. Anyways thank you for reading, and I'm sorry if I mess up on spelling or grammer, I'm just tired and lazy today. Sorry for the late update, too! I've been so busy since school started. Anyways, goodbye until the next update!
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