Broken Wings

Chapter 4

Dean's POV

Sam and I have been looking up stuff about this facility for almost 3 hours and have nothing. No staff names. Not what their studying. Not even what the name of the place is. No real information. We can find pictures of the place, but that's it. Besides that, it's almost like this place doesn't exist.

"I don't have a clue, Sammy," I tell my brother. "You got anything?"

"Not really," he responds. "Everything about this place seems to be a secret."

"Does it even tell what they're studying?"

"No, the people in town said animals, but none of them seemed to know anything else."

"Well that's just great! We got nothing."

"Not necessarily..." Sam says with a grin on his face.

"I know that face, little brother," I say. "Whatcha you got?"

"If they're testing animals... then we have a way to get in."

2187's POV

Dr. Hayes walks closer and closer to me. I slowly back away. I don't trust this monster at all.

"It's alright," he says. "I'm just here to make sure you're still stable."

I continue to back away. I move farther and farther away until my back hits the wall. It really hurts. I almost cry out in pain due to the throbbing between my shoulder blades.

He sees the pained look on my face and moves to touch my back. I try to move away, but I'm not fast enough. He takes my arm and jabs a needle in it. Initially, I'm ok... then the world goes slightly fuzzy.

"Don't move so much, dear," he says. "You'll hurt yourself."

Crap, I know what this is. A freaking sedative.

It's not strong enough to knock me out, but I'm not going anywhere. I'm too dizzy and weak now.

I see Hayes motion to someone outside the door. Soon, a man I recognize comes through the door with a gurney.

Mr. Coleman.

Coleman is the only guard... or really person I guess, that's nice to me here. He doesn't exactly like working here, but he really doesn't have a choice. He has four kids and his wife died a few years ago. He needs money to take care of his family, and as an ex-convict, he didn't have many options for work.

"Coleman..." I say weakly. I try to look up at him, but I can't really even lift my head. I don't know how I'm conscious.

"Hey kiddo," he says with a smile that is full of pity. He knows what they do. He hates it. He tries to make my life as comfortable as he can, but he can't do that much here. He keeps me from being completely miserable though.

Coleman gently lifts me into the gurney. He strokes my head gently and throws a blanket over me. Then, he turns and wheels me out of the room.