Blue Wings {COMPLETE} {UNDER EDITING}

Chapter 31 - Sarah

Pain.

It vibrates through my body, making my limbs tremble violently. I want to scream, to cry, but it's as though I'm disconnected from my body, floating around in nothingness. I can't move, can't see, can't hear. There's nothing but pain and darkness.

My lungs burn, gasping for air. I manage to force a breath, only to have it bring screams to my lips. The smallest of breaths feel as though my ribs are being crushed, shattered into a million pieces.

I scream. I scream until I'm gasping for air, then I scream some more. The world comes crashing back to me, loud sobs shaking my body. I curl into a ball to stop the trembling in my limbs, and ease the pain, but it only intensifies.

All of a sudden it stops. The pain disappears. My skin still burns, and tears continue to wet my cheeks, but the pain dissipates. Then, like a tsunami, it all hits me at once. My head pounds, and I scream, sharp pain migrating towards my back, piercing my skin. I squeeze my eyes shut, praying for it to be over, when there is a flash of white, then darkness.

A bright light shines through my eyelids, bringing me out of the darkness. A throbbing in my head making the world spin. Shivers roll through my limbs, and I discover that I'm laying on the cold ground. I hear a splash of liquid, then something cold splashes over my back.

No. Not my back, on something attached to my back.

I think about it momentarily, imaging this extension from my back moving. To my surprise, I feel muscles moving, the extension bending in response. But even the small movement aches, leaving me feeling exhausted.

"Sarah?" A far off voice whispers through the darkness.

"Mmm." I mumble back, exhaustion pulling me back into sleep.

"I'm sorry Sarah." The voice whispers back sadly. Sorry? I think, Sorry for what? I try to think back, but all I receive is fuzz.

"Sarah, please open your eyes." Fear whispers through the words, fear for me? I grunt, my limbs screaming, begging me not to move. The extensions on my back weigh down heavily on my sore and exhausted body. I slowly blink my eyes open, bright light washing over me. My surroundings are blurry and I blink slowly a couple times until it clears and I'm starring at a gruff face. Dark circles hang under his eyes, and he stares at me wearily, with worry in them. His hair is long and messy, coming down to his shoulders and his skin is yellow and green in places, gashes covering his arms.

"Sarah?" He questions, relief flooding his tired face.

And then it hits me. The memories flood my mind, my life flashing before me. The gunshot, my father's crazy, wild eyes, his "masterpiece," the experiment...

"Mack?" I whisper back, my voice sounding hoarse and scratchy.

"Hey." He gives me a small smile, "How're you feeling?"

"Like someone just crushed every bone in my body." I mumble, pushing myself into a sitting position.

Mack laughs nervously, "Yeah, I kinda know how that feels. It should go away in a bit." I nod my head, noticing another figure in the room. A small girl with light brown hair that falls messily to her shoulders stands nervously beside me. She has two white cat ears upon her head, and a fluffy white tail that wraps around her leg. She holds a brush of some sort in her small, shaky hands, and I spot of bucket beside her filled with water. Could that have been what splashed on my back? I wonder, eyeing the girl.

"Hey, Sarah?" Mack starts, but I cut him off, "Hey girl, what were you doing?" I direct the question towards the cat girl.

She noticeably flinches, then quickly looks down at her feet, "I was washing your wings."

Wings? My heart begins pounding in my chest, and I slowly turn around to examine the weight on my back. Sure enough, two small wings protrude from below my shoulder blades. I quickly cover my mouth, a gasp escaping. The feathers are a midnight black, but they have specks of white in them like that of a night sky.

"Oh my gosh." I murmur, although the words are muffled by the hand I still have planted over my mouth. "I have wings?" My voice squeaks, my heart pounding.

"Seems your father's experiment was a success." Mack mumbles. I quickly glance over at him. He stares at the ground, his head down.

This is what my dad wanted? To give me wings?

As thoughts swirl in my head, the door down the hall slams shut, footsteps clicking on the stone ground.

"Well speak of the devil." Mack mumbles. The cell door opens, and he stiffens, keeping his head down. My father stands tall in the doorway, a smile beaming on his face, eyes wild. He strides into the room, walking directly towards me.

"How beautiful." He whispers, running his hand over my feathers. I quickly shut my wings against my back, jerking away from him. He freezes, holding his hand out, as though not expecting my resistance. The smile fades, his face becoming dark.

"You're not supposed to reject me. You are my creation. You should love me." He says, hurt in his voice.

"I could never love someone like you!" I spit in his face.

He slowly wipes it off with his hand, frowning, "This was not supposed to happen. You were supposed to have no memory." He begins pacing in the middle of the room, scratching his head and mumbling to himself. "You're supposed to obey me, I am your master. You're supposed to be faster, smarter.... Quick!" He spins around, pointing at me, "What's x squared minus 48x minus 3x cubed equal?"

"Uhm..." I murmur, the question not even registering in my mind.

"Drats." My father exclaims, going back to pacing. "How could this have happened? What did I do wrong?" He paces for a few minutes, then stops suddenly, turning towards Mack, "You! You ruined my masterpiece! This is your doing!"

"What? I didn't do anything!" Mack exclaims, angered, clenching his teeth.

My father bears down on him. "How dare you mess with my experiment?!" He pulls a gun from his pocket, holding it to Mack's head.

"Stop it father!" I shout, finding my voice. "Leave him alone. He didn't do anything, I did!"

My father freezes, turning towards me.

"That's right." I assert, having his attention. "I knew what you were doing to me, so I changed it so it wouldn't work!" I lie quickly, forging the story in my head. "I mixed in extra chemicals, and switched them around, so what you gave me wasn't correct!"

The man lowers his weapon, staring at me with such hurt in his eyes. "I can't believe you would do that." He whispers, pained, "But.... Maybe.... If I can figure out what you did, I can fix it! My masterpiece is salvageable yet!" He exclaims, leaving the room in a hurry. The door slams shut behind him, but doesn't lock.

"Phew, that was close." I mumble, hanging my head in exhaustion.

Mack whispers something inaudible from the other side of the room. I look up at him, confused, "What'd you say?" I ask, hoping he'll repeat it.

"I said thanks." He says louder this time, without look up from the floor. "I promise I'll get you out of here."

"No Mack, we'll get each other out." I whisper back, staring up at the ceiling. They can't keep us here forever. We are free.