Trapped

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Adam's POV

I stared at the girl for a while. She got up and flapped her wings, then sat back down.

"Hey, are you ok?" I asked. She turned around, and pointed at herself, and I nodded.

"No." she said plainly.

"What's your name? My name's Adam." I said.

"My name is.... Fern." She said.

"Fern? That's a pretty name." I complemented her. She blushed.

"So, what happened to you?" I asked.

"I uh... well...the treatments." a tear slid down her face and she turned around. I was worried. What if they did it to me?

Fern's POV

-4 hours later-

It was getting late. Although there were no windows, I could feel the sun going down. Bat senses? I thought. I folded my wings around myself as a blanket and drifted off to sleep, crying. The black tears from my ender eyes stung my skin like acid, and left red scars running halfway down my cheek. I had no dreams that night, only darkness.

I woke to the sound of keys clanging on the metal bars as the guards opened the door. They picked me up like a rag doll and threw me at the cold ground outside my cell. I forced myself to get up, and follow the guards. Instead of going to the treatment room, I followed them to a large cell, about 10 times bigger than my old one, and they tossed me inside.

"Have fun." they snickered. I wanted to talk back, but I knew better and held my tongue. I flew to the center of the room, (yes, flew), and sat down. I was starving, and wondered when they will bring food.

Adam's POV

We sat there in silence for a while, and I saw her wrap her wings around herself and go to sleep. But I could hear her crying , and I wanted to help her, but she's too far away.

I woke up with a start. Apparently I had fallen asleep. I heard some banging, like keys against the iron bars of a cell. But not my cell. I watched helplessly as they tossed her to the ground like a rag doll. She had bloody scars under her eyes, and struggled to get up, following the guards around a corner and out of sight. I sat intensely listening, I heard them put her in another cell. Then they came for me.

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