Imagine the sounds of heavy boots hitting a hard, solid ground in an abandoned building. The echo of it can be heard from every nook and cranny, but.. You never truly know from where the person will show up. You think you know, but then you think again.
Today is my first year anniversary of being kidnapped and locked up in a cage. My first year anniversary of living like an animal for someone else. It's not the kind of anniversary you want to celebrate, but your kidnappers sure do. Especially when you have pure black wings almost twice as big as the cage you're put in, sprouting from your back.
"Come on birdy!" An old man with a gaping hole between his front teeth, and probably the most disgusting smell wafting near his surroundings; like a smell of sweat mixed with tobaco, says.
But I turn my back to him.
"Leave me be.." I whisper. It's relentless. They call me "bird" because of my wings, and they poke me with a stick to try and provoke me to do something freaky. Sometimes that stick is sharp, and cuts me. Of course I don't want them anywhere near me. The only shield I have is my wings, but they are also the most sensitive body part I have.
"You don't speak to your upper-men like that!" He spat. Great, another psychopath. He rams the sharp stick that he picks up from the dirty ground right into my thigh, and I let out a cry of pain. This satisfies the man enough that he yanked it back out, leaving my thigh to bleed out over the cage floor.
"Birdy needs vetenarian?" He smirked tauntingly. I put my wings around my body so that I could be left alone, and started feeling around where the wound was on my thigh. Tears brimming from my eyes, threatening to fall down.
No. I wasn't born with angel like bird wings. I wasn't born with night vision, or the power to heal. These are all scientific experiments that sick bastards has used on me to see if it's a fail or not. After I was used to their liking, they then sold me.. And now I'm here. 22 years old and waiting for better days to come.
"Hey!"
The man didn't leave me alone. He kept poking my wings with his stick, pulling my concentration away as I did my best to try and heal my thigh.
"Go away!" I cry. The man laughs and proceeds to poke me more. Luckily with the flat end but it didn't make things more accepting. What am I, some sort of plaything? I have emotions, that part of me was never robbed. However, sometimes I wish so.
Eventually the man gave up and left. I unwrap my wings that covered me and let them flap a bit, so they didn't cramp up later on. The days before I got these 'additions', I bet were the best. I have no memory of whom I used to be, but I have memory of who I am now.
A monster.
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¦¦this was just an introduction chapter ||
This is legit inspired from a dance I watched on youtube where their prompt was to: "Dance like a fallen angel", and so I thought of this concept. I hope you guys will like it as much as I do!
Also- sorry for being inactive. I have a habit of postponing and I can't really help it at the moment. But I'll do my very, human best!!
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Broken Promise
Fanfiction"The only light that is rare to find; Is the one that shines deep down in your soul." ---- ⚠️ Profanity, torture, unjustice/unfairness, brutality, sadness, mentions of suicide and heavy stuff. ⚠️ ----
