Part of the Flock- (Flock x Reader)

Guess Who's Back, Back Again!

Had it been weeks? Months? How much time had passed since you had been captured? Taken back to the living nightmare? There was no sense of time here. Your small, pathetic meals came twice a day, you guessed. The lights turned off at what seemed like random intervals, but that could be just because you were so disoriented and exhausted by all of the tests and experiments.

Your leg and wing had healed, but you had various cuts, bruises, and random red splotches all over your body. You had started to grow numb to the pain. You had fallen back into the recesses of your mind like you did when you were younger.

You lay in your cage, shivering, not even enough water in your system to cry. Your imagination had started to run wild quite a while ago. First thinking that nobody was coming to save you. Then believing it. Then thinking, the flock had sold you out. They never intended to keep you. They never thought of you as one of their own. You were just a burden to them. You had long since forgotten the feeling of Iggy's arms around you.

The lights turned on blinding you momentarily as your eyes adjusted. You curled up tighter in the fetal position, praying that they were here for some other poor soul. Anybody but you. But you knew better by now.

"Up." The guard demanded. It was easier for you to just obey, but you didn't want to. "What, you deaf, now? I said get up!" He rapped on your cage. You groaned. Maybe if they thought you were sick, they'd let you off for a day. You let out a few weak coughs. "Oh geez, you better not be contagious!" The guard put his hand over his nose and mouth and left the room, coming back with a scientist. "I think it's sick."

The man in the white coat approached your cage while the guard hung back, club at the ready. The scientist peered through the cage bars and then opened the door, reaching in to feel your forehead.

"Dr. Milligan?"

"The scientist jumped slightly as his name was called. He stood up and turned. "Who are you?" He demanded.

"My name is Gavin Anderson, I'm here on behalf of Jeb Batchelder." You couldn't see who was speaking, but he sounded younger.

"Jeb? The man who set his experiments free?" Milligan sounded angry.

"Yes," Gavin responded calmly. "Fortunately, those experiments have been re-captured and Jeb has sent me to make sure this one is being taken care of properly."

'That can't be true..' You thought to yourself, 'The flock couldn't have been captured! He has to be lying!'

"Well..." Dr. Milligan cleared his throat and shifted uncomfortably.

"Is something the matter?" Gavin asked testily.

"Well, er.. subject 205 is, recovering, currently." The scientist lied.

"From?"

"The tests.." Milligan stepped to the side, revealing you in all your black-and-blue glory.

Gavin did look young, and worry creased his forehead as he saw the condition you were in. stepping forward to examine your injuries. You shrank back in the cage and pity replaced the worry on his face. "Bring me a first aid kit and then leave us." Gavin demanded. Apparently this Jeb guy had some big power because the guard and Milligan both left after bringing a kit.

Gavin made sure the door was properly closed behind the two and then turned to you, beconing you out of your cage. Something in his eyes made you trust him, and you winced as you crawled out and stretched freely for the first time in ages.

"Hello, (Y/n)." Gavin smiled. You stared at him, suddenly scared again.

"How do you know my name?" You demanded weakly.

Gavin busied himself with the objects in the kit. "I've got a close relationship with the flock." He said like it was the most normal thing in the world. Straightening up, he looked at you, "My name isn't really Gavin. It's Dylan."