Broken Wings

Chapter 7

2187's POV

I've been here for 2 hours. The pain is still excruciating. I've been in and out of consciousness. Tears still stain my face. Every part of me is trembling.

Why do they do this to me?

My vision is extremely fuzzy. I know people have been going in and out do the room, but I can't decide who they are. My mind... I can't manage to think straight.

I think that all of the people have left, when I hear footsteps entering the room.

No. No. No. Not Dr. Hayes.

In my mind, I just know it's him. He's come to do something else horrible to me. He's found a new way for me to suffer. A hand reaches down to touch my shoulder. I tense up out of fear.
However, when I look up, the face I meet isn't Dr. Hayes... in fact, I've never seen this face before...

Dean's POV

This poor kid. What did they do to her?
A pair of blue, teary and terror-filled eyes look up at me. This girl is scared to death. She probably thinks I'm going to kill her... or worse.

She very tense and trembling all over. I can hear small, quiet whimpers. She looks so worn.
"Hey," I whisper gently. "My name is Dean. I'm not here to hurt you."

She continues to stare at me. I don't think that she believes a word I'm saying. When she finally speaks, she's barely audible.

"That's..." she struggles to say. "That's what they all say."

I feel so bad for her. There's no telling what all has been done to her. I mean obviously something... the kid's got wings.

"Well, I'm not like them," I assure her. "I'm here to get you out of here."

As soon as I say those words, her eyes widen. I slowly walk around her and over to a control panel. I manage to deactivate the security cameras in the room. I walk back over to her and place my hand on her shoulder.

"Ready?" I say looking her in the eye. She weakly nods her head, and painfully retracts her wings.

I remove the IVs as gently as I can. She sharply inhales each time I take one out. Whatever these things are, they hurt.

When I have all the IVs out, I wrap her in a sheet laying in the room and lift her in the arms. She lets out another small whimper.

"It's ok," I say. "It's alright."

She lays her head against my shoulder.

"Ok, this might not be the most enjoyable thing in the world, but we're gonna have to move fast," I tell her.

She still looks scared but says, "Ok."
With that, I run out of the door to find Sam. He's standing around the corner of the hallway. His eyes bug out when he sees me and the kid.

"What?!" he says very startled. "Dean..."

"Need to to get out of here," I tell him. "Now."

Again, Sam says nothing. He just follows me to the elevator. We make it up to the ground floor and starts to make our way out. We see a door we believe to be an exit, but before we can get there... an alarm starts to sound.

Oh crap.

We hear footsteps heading towards us. We run towards the door and try to ram it open. It's locked and bolted. There's no way we're opening it. Around the corner comes guards. They surround us.

Slow footsteps make their way around the corner. The doctor guy... Hayes I think, approaches us. A dog, which is uncommonly large, is beside him. This dog only slightly resembles a dog. Its eyes are bright yellow. Its teeth are sharper than any razor. It has no fur. It's bigger than a Rottweiler. It looks like a creature from hell.

Ok... that has to be some type of experiment.

"Well done, boys," he says clapping slowly. "Well done. Even I'm impressed. Clearly our security isn't as state-of-the-art as we thought." He looks down at the girl in my arms. "I'll be wanting that back now."

She curls up tightly, pulling herself closer to my chest. She's shaking... no, she trembling. She's scared.

No way on earth he's getting her back.

"Not happening," Sam snaps as he steps in front of me and her.

Huh, he beat me to it.

"Well then," the doctor says. "I'm sad to say this, but I only need her alive... not you."

  As he says this his guards lift their weapons and prepare to fire. They look sort of surprised that we're not backing down. I'm not giving up because there's a gun involved.

There are worse ways to go out.