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Adira
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"How are the tests going?"
"Fine Sir. We are pushing them as hard as we can, all seem to be responding well, they are invincible."
"Good.. Good.. We will need that. After the last failure in testing the Angels.. You manned to revive this experiment successfully. But this war is getting out of hand, People are raging mad that we haven't won it yet. We need to send them in."
"Of course Sir but they aren't stable enough."
"God damn it! I NEED THEM NOW"
"Yes Si---"
"Do whatever you must, blow them up, shoot them up, drug them up. Whatever it takes."
"...Yes Sir"
"And Don't let them escape again.."
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Thump.. Thump.. Thump..
The footsteps paced back and forth outside. Ringing in your overly sensitive ears.
Tick.. Tock.. Tick.. Tock..
The steady ticking of the digital clock provide you with a steady reading of your time.
The bumping of your overly large wings curled heavily on your back are awkward. The cold shiny metal that hung all around you. You sit in a large cage, no room to move around, only enough to adjust. They are meant to keep you in, not to make you comfortable.
This was your life here, this was all you could expect, well.. until the war.
You're training for the war over seas was harsh, radioactivity, harsh warfare, and nuclear exposure was a part of everyday training here now. You could sense that it was night time, though you couldn't be sure. In a windowless metal room all you felt were the glowing eyes of your fellow flock members. That was all you had in the world.
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When Scarlett awoke, her bright blue eyes survey the surrounding area. The shiny silver metal room has not changed. The cameras that watch them still blink with the same green light. Her eyes seem to fly around the room, noticing every little detail. Her cage was still as small as ever, barley giving her to much room to move. But comfort was something that seemed to precious for ever to ever even imagine. Still she shifts her weight forward to lean on her knees. She glances to the right to see the others, all in small cages as well. The little ones seemed to be sleeping soundly against the bars of the silver cages. She hated the color silver.. all that surrounded her was the color silver.. cold hard shiny silver metal. That was her life.. in silver...
She couldn't except that her life was to be a test subject in this hell hole.. She wondered about the other kids, the ones being turned into half dogs, half cats, half.. well anything these scumbag scientists could fuse their DNA with. S.T.A.R.R would try anything, anything at all no matter how un-ethical it seemed to be, just to keep their funding. So far the experiment that Scarlet was currently being subjected to was the only successful one. She was what the scientists called "The Avian Experiment". This was a branch off of their mother project, The Angel Experiment. The two experiments varied in their results though, These test subjects show'd very little side effects and most of them increased in strength, brains, or some other aspect. Some, however, weren't so lucky, growing sickly and to much like a bird in physical and mental status. They were of course, put out of there misery as they were useless to S.T.A.R.R. But that was more than Scarlet could say for herself and the others. Proving to Scarlet that DNA was not meant to be fused.
She was one of the lucky ones, her hawk like wings grew to suit her body quite well, they could carry her for, what the scientist guessed, many miles at a time. Her bones felt paper thin and stuck out of her at awkward angles, not really helping her teenage self esteem problems, but what had she to worry about teenager problems or her self esteem in a place like this? Her mind seemed at ease, there wasn't much to think about now, unless you wanted to think about what the next day had in store. Which Scarlet preferred not to think about. In an effort to sleep she leaned forward more placing her hands on the door, and pushing. The motion made a large noise and she sighed, hoping she would be so lucky to get out. Her hands still pushed against the small cage door as she prayed to a god she didn't believe in for help.. but.. to her surprise.. It opened.
"Fine Sir. We are pushing them as hard as we can, all seem to be responding well, they are invincible."
"Good.. Good.. We will need that. After the last failure in testing the Angels.. You manned to revive this experiment successfully. But this war is getting out of hand, People are raging mad that we haven't won it yet. We need to send them in."
"Of course Sir but they aren't stable enough."
"God damn it! I NEED THEM NOW"
"Yes Si---"
"Do whatever you must, blow them up, shoot them up, drug them up. Whatever it takes."
"...Yes Sir"
"And Don't let them escape again.."
____
Thump.. Thump.. Thump..
The footsteps paced back and forth outside. Ringing in your overly sensitive ears.
Tick.. Tock.. Tick.. Tock..
The steady ticking of the digital clock provide you with a steady reading of your time.
The bumping of your overly large wings curled heavily on your back are awkward. The cold shiny metal that hung all around you. You sit in a large cage, no room to move around, only enough to adjust. They are meant to keep you in, not to make you comfortable.
This was your life here, this was all you could expect, well.. until the war.
You're training for the war over seas was harsh, radioactivity, harsh warfare, and nuclear exposure was a part of everyday training here now. You could sense that it was night time, though you couldn't be sure. In a windowless metal room all you felt were the glowing eyes of your fellow flock members. That was all you had in the world.
____
When Scarlett awoke, her bright blue eyes survey the surrounding area. The shiny silver metal room has not changed. The cameras that watch them still blink with the same green light. Her eyes seem to fly around the room, noticing every little detail. Her cage was still as small as ever, barley giving her to much room to move. But comfort was something that seemed to precious for ever to ever even imagine. Still she shifts her weight forward to lean on her knees. She glances to the right to see the others, all in small cages as well. The little ones seemed to be sleeping soundly against the bars of the silver cages. She hated the color silver.. all that surrounded her was the color silver.. cold hard shiny silver metal. That was her life.. in silver...
She couldn't except that her life was to be a test subject in this hell hole.. She wondered about the other kids, the ones being turned into half dogs, half cats, half.. well anything these scumbag scientists could fuse their DNA with. S.T.A.R.R would try anything, anything at all no matter how un-ethical it seemed to be, just to keep their funding. So far the experiment that Scarlet was currently being subjected to was the only successful one. She was what the scientists called "The Avian Experiment". This was a branch off of their mother project, The Angel Experiment. The two experiments varied in their results though, These test subjects show'd very little side effects and most of them increased in strength, brains, or some other aspect. Some, however, weren't so lucky, growing sickly and to much like a bird in physical and mental status. They were of course, put out of there misery as they were useless to S.T.A.R.R. But that was more than Scarlet could say for herself and the others. Proving to Scarlet that DNA was not meant to be fused.
She was one of the lucky ones, her hawk like wings grew to suit her body quite well, they could carry her for, what the scientist guessed, many miles at a time. Her bones felt paper thin and stuck out of her at awkward angles, not really helping her teenage self esteem problems, but what had she to worry about teenager problems or her self esteem in a place like this? Her mind seemed at ease, there wasn't much to think about now, unless you wanted to think about what the next day had in store. Which Scarlet preferred not to think about. In an effort to sleep she leaned forward more placing her hands on the door, and pushing. The motion made a large noise and she sighed, hoping she would be so lucky to get out. Her hands still pushed against the small cage door as she prayed to a god she didn't believe in for help.. but.. to her surprise.. It opened.