I remember waking up in an empty room. Something was missing from me, but I have no idea what. I don't remember anything before now, but it's not my memories that feel missing. Something deep inside me is gone. I look around with my left eye projecting a faint blue glow. My right arm is cold and metallic with the numbers 284 stamped into it, my left arm warm and soft. From the knee down on my right leg, it's all metal and wires. I don't feel my heart beating, yet I'm still breathing. What am I? I don't feel...... anything.My breath is coming in ragged gasps when I wake up. Pain is burning my entire body. I scream and cry out, leather straps holding me to the table. Some part of my mind dimly takes note of the feathered and bloody wings somehow sprouting from my back. I writhe in agony as scary adults talk above me. "Test 293 isn't looking very good, sir. It'll probably die before we can finish any more DNA manipulation", a woman says. "Well, this experiment was risky from the start. I guess you can stop the surgery. We can use it as target practice for the others if it doesn't bleed out. One more thing, make sure to cut off its wings".
I look around the new building, a little confused about where I am. Mommy gave me to this man and he brought me here. "W-Wew is he-here?", I ask, pulling on the man's hand and tilting my head. Talking makes my throat ache. He holds my hand tightly in his grip. The meani doesn't answer me. Footsteps make me look up as someone else walks into the room. "What is that?", he says, pointing at me. I cock my head again in confusion. "I know that we usually get them at five, but this one's mother was willing to hand it over at three. Pretty smart for it's age. I guess having six others convinced her to give away this one", the man holding my hand says. "My broders and si-siters are supose to m-make that I am sleep'in", I pipe up, smiling at the thought of my siblings. My throat is starting to hurt from all the talking. The new person sighs before looking at me. "I guess that we can find some use for him. I have been wanting to try more on the liquid experiments. The lava one is still in progress, but I have something else in mind for this one".
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Brokenly, Restored
FanfictionThe fight against our creators is over, but now we must fight to find ourselves. I can't remember what it's like to feel. I'm not the useless and failed experiment that everyone thinks I am. I don't know how to make everyone happy, but I can try. (...