Mystic. [Old]

Chapter 2:

Home again. Broken everything. Glass. Walls. Floors. Memories. Just a broken apartment room. Tiffany gazed at everything she remembered and rubbed the bandages under the glove on her left arm. She pulled out a small chart from her back pocket and checked off another name and their number. Her eyes drooped and she made a large yawn. Everything in this life is messed up and tiring... She thought to herself.

The light blinded her eyes. She was there again. Locked in that prison they forced her to call home. There was a tall man. He watched her from behind that dark, black window. Smiling, he spoke into a microphone that she could hear. "Rise and shine, Luminous. Now don't mess around or hurt us when we try to give us your shots." Mumbling came from her mouth. Cursing. Scared noises. Sounds that weren't even words. Two people stormed into the room and she stumbled back to the corner with the chains on her hands making loud clattering. "N-No.. Stop.." raspy voices came from her mouth. Tiffany's form shifted. From human, to hybrid, and sometimes, somewhere in the middle.

Tiff peered up at the one woman with the needles, she seemed a little shorter than her but strong, she was attempting to grab her arm. The woman's hair was cut short to her shoulders, it was a dirty blonde color. She then turned her attention to the guy. He was a little skinny, he had ginger-brown hair, freckles covered his whole face, he was attempting to hold Tiffany down. Teeny and Freckles was what she would call them. They both wore the beaming white lab suits she despised.

Teeny stabbed the needle into her black, shadowy arm. The pain surged throughout her body and Tiffany fell weak. Her skin returned to be peach, like any other human. Tiff gazed up at Freckles, he was trying to reassure her. "It's ok Tiffany, you're 16, you are strong. You'll get through it fast." 16. How long was she going to be here? It's only been a few months... Her whole body looked almost normal as the shots' effects were almost complete. Except the freckles. Not really freckles, she always told herself. More like sparkles. The shadow in me at least. That's what I'll call it. Teeny and Freckles eventually dropped her on the ground. Freckles took out the device that scanned the numbers on the 'lab experiments' body. Her number was 545. It was permanently tattooed and scarred onto her left arm. Freckles bent over and scanned it quickly and then left the room, following Teeny.

Tiffany was sitting on the broken, wooden floor. In her human form. She ran her hand through her dark brown hair and stared aimlessly at the chart in her hand. Next on the list was to be some sort of bird hybrid. Half human, half bird. Technically mostly human, the wings were probably the only thing different. Tiff scanned the information on the paper.

Weaknesses: Water. Probably striking her wings as well.

Species: Bird/Human hybrid.

Age: About 19 or so.

Pain Tolerance: Strong, not completely durable.

Description: Short, Smallish body. Golden, brown wings. Wings expand to about 20 feet or more. Strong/noticeable muscles. Short hair, brown. Hazel eyes.

Gender: Female.

Number: 503.

What was her real name? Jordyn.