Amy's POV-
It was cold and dark when I awoke. The sour smell of antiseptics stung my nose and metal bars pressed in around me. I was in a cage, and as I tried to stand to see what was outside the bars my legs gave out from under me; they felt like jelly. And I felt hollow and empty, I couldn't feel the usual buzz of electricity under my skin, instead there was just the faint jump of a pulse.
I couldn't go to see where we were but looking to the left and right of myself I could only see more rows of cages.
I laid on the base of the cage and I noticed that it was covered in a mat of rubber. My eyes were growing heavy and I soon couldn't fight off sleep any longer. For the second time, I fell into darkness.
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This time when I woke up there was light. A dim flickering light that wasn't exceedingly bright but shed enough light that I could now make out where I was. I dragged myself to the edge of the cage and looked out. The room I was in was large and white. It looked like it hadn't been used for years. A dusty counter was piled with beeping equipment and unique looking gadgets. In front of the counter was a chair, like the ones at school. Above the counter was a wide screen that was running through equations and formulas too fast for me to make out.
The screen was connected to a bunch of looping wires that ran down along the pale walls and connected to an electrical outlet. There was a smaller screen mounted next to the large one and I realized that it was displaying the cages, I could see myself move in grainy pixelated bits on the T.V's screen. There was another figure- below me to the right- that sat curled up in the corner of the cage. Jack.
I was about to yip out to him when the door to the room opened. A disheveled man in a lab coat walked in with a slight limp to his gait and I noticed his breathing was off as well. He dragged behind him a sack that clearly held something moving inside of it. The movement was frantic, it pushed and stretched the fabric of the sack, yet it never ripped.
The man sighed, scratched his head, before pulling out a gun. He aimed it and fired it right through the bag. The movement died down. I looked to see if there was any blood, if that was a bullet then there would have to be something!
Putting the gun down the man reached inside the sack and pulled out a ball of lime green scales. He walked over to one of the cages and shoved the creature into the jail of steel bars.
They uncurled once they were in the cage and I saw a tiny red feathered dart stuck in their stomach.
So they're just asleep.... Good, that means they'll wake up and we can decide on how we're getting out of here.
The man sank with a sigh into the old chair in front of the counter of gadget and didn't once turn around to look at us again My father in the bottom corner groaned- which was more of a growing hissing sound- and tried to stand up but ended up smashing into cage walls. His spiral horn jammed stuck. After a serious of frantic bashing growing he managed to unlodge it and just sat down with a blank look.
The man didn't get up or seem bother by all the noise.
If we wanted to get out of here we'd have to communicate, but I couldn't communicate by mouth I'd just have to do it with a mindlink. I felt Jack's mindlink in my mind, it was next to Kate's but didn't feel as intense as hers.
I touched it and felt flooded with a sensation of coldness, I didn't let it freeze me over and quickly said into mindlink.
"How do you think we're gonna get out of here?"
There wasn't any reply for a short while and I was wondering if maybe he passed out when it came.
"Honestly I don't know, but we have to get out of these cages first. Do you think that man has a key?"
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Demons
FantasySmall towns hold the most secrets, some more dangerous than others. What happens when people start to be murdered or others begin to go missing? The police don't know who or what is killing these people. Amy is just a 16 year old girl who even in he...