D.N.A. Human Test Subjects
A scream echoed off the white walls, the tinted windows, and the expensive equipment. I glanced up at the bars in front of me, a blank look in my eyes. Across the hall, my friend Dolan sat in his own cage, his eyes as vacant as mine. My chains around my wrists and ankles clanged against the floor, not desperately, but uncomfortably, maybe even from loneliness. I curled my body tighter, wrapping my arms around my knees, trying to hold myself together. My wings folded tightly, attempting to stay hidden behind my body. Another one was coming. They would either join us...or join the dead.
Three men in white lab coats came down the narrow corridor, their shoes pounding loudly on the concrete floor. The two that were in the lead held clipboards in their hands. Their mouths whispered meaningless words about the new test subject. The third man held a girl by her long, brown hair and dragged her down the hall. The girl was screaming, pleading, and crying, the tears streaking down her face like polluted rivers. The pain in her wails was either from the fact that her hair was slowly being ripped out of her skull, or because she knew that she would be tortured.
The two in the lead walked through the barred doors, holding it open for the third one. The girl looked desperately into my eyes, her screams growing louder. I calmly shook my head, telling her there was no way
there was no way that I could help her. Her eyes filled with the horror that weve seen so many times before. It would be up to her DNA to save her.
We could do nothing. After all, we were experiments, as well.