Hellooo! I'm still trapped here! {Open}

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    The room was dark. Only a single overhead light lit the room, and even so, it was dim. The concrete floor was cold to the touch, and the entire room had a foreboding feeling to it. Yes, I'm describing the school.


    Dog crates lined the sides of the room, a strange creature locked in every one. At the far end of the room, a 17-year-old girl was curled up, her wings, yes, wings, folded back. The crate was much too small for her, and she was dreadfully uncomfortable. In the tiny crate next to her was a small kitten-thing, which, recently, had begun to grow wings.


    The girl's brown hair fell all over her face. It was very long, and it looked like it had never been cut in her life. It hadn't ever been cut in her life. She was pale and malnourished, her eyes, which should have been a sparkling emerald green, were dull and lifeless. She had been this way ever since her friends had left her here to die.


    "Joy, can you open the cage?" the deep voice of a male figure echoed from one of the dog crates. A clicking sound followed shortly, and a girl with platinum blonde hair stepped out of one down the hall. "Got it, Danny." "Good, now let the others out." Slowly, Joy made her way down the line of cages, pointedly opening ones containing avians. Her friends.


    Lexi waited patiently for Joy to reach her cage at the very end of the room. She had spoken to her several times, and though they hadn't gotten along the best, she respected Joy, and hoped she would let her out of this blasted cage! But, it seemed that she forgot about her, because once she reached the last avian, a girl by the name of Peace (or so, that's what Danny named her) Joy turned back to Danny. "That's all of them." Lexi's eyes widened, and she cried out, "I'm still here!"


    Joy pointedly ignored Lexi, turning her back on the poor girl. "Let's go." Danny said, his eyes turning toward the door. "Danny!" Lexi cried, rattling the door of her cage. She had thought they were friends...Maybe more than that. "Danny, you can't leave me here!!!" For a moment, their eyes met, and he mouthed something that Lexi couldn't understand. A second later, he turned back. And soon, the flock was gone, leaving one of their own in the farthest cage, screaming and crying.


    Now, Lexi's head lay against the cage, her eyes closed, as she waited patiently for her next torture. She'd heard somewhere that in a week or so, they were going to 'examine' her internal organs. Which, put simply, means that in a week, Lexi was probably going to die.

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    Leaning against the hard wall of a cage was a girl around 17 years of age. She had her head between her knees, looking down on the dark floor beneath her. Her blonde hair was behind her shoulders but sometimes a few strands would slip out and she would have to throw it back over her shoulders. She wasn't the cleanest of clean but it was the best she could do in this rotten place.


    Her wings were folded against her back, ruffled up and unclean. They were brown with a few red strands, from a Red-tailed hawk was what the whitecoats had said. Blood splatters along her wings and arms were a hard to tell story. She had escaped once but was brought back today in a battle.


    It was a hard battle that she lost which had cost her and her best friend their freedom. Her friend... the one who had been right there by her side for years...the one who'd always be with her in fights...was now sitting there and seemed almost barely alive.


    The boy in the cage next to her was laid on the floor of his dog crate the best he could. It felt cold but it didn't matter to him about how cold anything was. His ice blue eyes were facing at the roof of the cage, emotionless and lifeless.


    At first glance it seemed as if he was dead which was what the scientists first thought. They'd walk over to his cage and noticed the small rise and fall of his chest, one of the only indications that he was still alive. The truth was that he wished he was dead but the occasion whispers of encouragement from his friend kept his hopes up.


    His pale skin and black hair gave the image of someone who wasn't exactly the most caring of people. He wasn't as kind as his friend, he had more of a cold attitude and was really unsociable which pretty much summed up the reason why he only had one friend. He slowly sat up and looked towards Sam. "It's as bad as..." he began but Sam interrupted him. "Yeah Luke, I know."

    Lexi lifted her head slightly as the sound of voices reached her ears. Despite it having been three years since Daniel left her here, she couldn't help but hope that maybe they had come back for her. Peering through the tiny slits on the side of the cage, she tried to locate the origin of the sound. To her disappointment, the only avians she noticed were two new ones; one a girl, blonde, and splattered with blood, the other with black hair. From where her cage was located, she couldn't see his eye color.


    She heard them mention names. Sam and Luke. She supposed that they were theirs, as that would make sense in the situation. Somewhere in the back of her mind, the names clicked, and she realized that they had escaped once. She'd still been in the dark cage at the end of the room. "So, what landed you in this place?" her voice came out hoarse, as she hadn't used it for three years.

    Flame sat sat agianst the side of her cage, thinking back on the day. She could have sworn that she had been ten this morning but know she lloked about fourteen.


    Her olive skin was dirty and clotted with dried blood, mostly from the beating she had recived from trying to escape so much. Her black hair hung in dirty, sweaty strands down her back but they were tied back in a swiftly made ponytail. Her clothes were simple and functional for the lab. Her beautiful amber eyes were dull and blank. Her wings, about 17 feet long fully opened, were a dark color not black but something very close to that.


    Pounce, Flame's best shape-shifting friend, crouched in the cage next to her, muttering something underneath his breath. He reached through the cage and had placed his hand on Flame's shoulder. Flame was too miserable to notice.


    Now, Pounce was quite the opposite of Flame. He had blond hair with blue ends, amazingly clean, for the scientists had conducted an experiment where he had to be clean. He had ice-blue eyes that were colder than ice and hader then rocks. He wings were a sky-blue color. He sported a long hair-cut.


    Both Flame and Pounce started at the strang hew voice, then Flame aswered, "Who's tere?"

    Lexi was surprised that a different voice answered her call. Hmm, there were more avians here than she had originally expected. Clearing her throat, she answered, "I'm Lexi. You?"

    Flame and Pounce... Lexi didn't recognize the names. She probably hadn't been paying too much attention, though. "How long have you two been here?" she asked.

    "we have been here about...um...9 years give or take we have lived here all our lives and we look about fourteen and have all the experiences of a fourteen year old," Flame answered for them both.

    "Oh. I've been here about 17 years." Lexi said. It was true, she'd been here all her life.

    Sam was about to speak but then heard someone else speak up. She stayed quiet so she wouldn't interrupt anyones conversation. As soon as a small pause came up she decided to speak up. "I just came here today. All together, I was in the School for 13 years and I've lived free with Luke for 4 years." she said. She sat as normally as possible in the medium sized crate and looked through the small openings in the bars at the people talking.

    So Sam and Luke have seen the outside? Lexi had never seen anything but the School, and it wasn't exactly the prettiest sight. "What is the outside world like?" she asked, curious.

    Chance woke at the sound of voices outside her cage and shifted so that she now sat cross legged in her cage. Blinking sleep from her turquoise blue eyes and rolled her shoulders slightly to adjust her wings. But she'd forgotten about pulling a muscle in her shoulder during one of her tests and cursed under her breath waiting for the pain to lessen.


    Chance was about fifteen, or at least, that's what she figured. She lost count of the years she'd been in the school. Chance peered through the bars at the other kids sitting in their cages. "Hiya." She called combing her fingers of her good arm through her brown and blonde highlighted hair.

    Sam closed her eyes for a moment and tried to remember everything they've done over the 4 years they'd been free. "There's a lot of houses where people live, they're almost everywhere you looked and some skyscrapers in the larger cities." she said.

    Lexi nodded at Sam's description of the outside world. "Sounds a lot better than in here." she commented. Then, she peered out the sides of her cramped cage, trying to see the newest speaker. "Hey."

    Sam heard some hard coughs coming from Luke's side. She quickly peered into his cage and saw him clutching his chest which was covered in blood. "Luke!" she cried out. He turned his head in her direction, the icy blue eyes seemed to slightly glow in the darkness. "I..." he started but fell over onto his side. His chest was bleeding from the bullet wound he'd receive in the previous battle which knocked him out for an hour or so.

    What was going on? Hearing coughs, and Sam's cries, Lexi became desperate to get out of her stupid dog crate. Automatically, her wings unfurled, making the cage that much more cramped. "What happened?" She demanded, her green eyes lit up in fury. Was Luke hurt? Oh, once she got ahold of those whitecoats...

    "They shot him when we were battling, he was bleeding and it stopped so I thought it was fine." Sam said. She realized that it was all the whitecoats fault that he got hurt. All her emotions slowly turned to anger at the whitecoats, but also at herself for not protecting him. "Hey whitecoats! He's bleeding and you're not going to do anything about it?!" she shouted, not caring if she'd wake up any more experiments.

    "They won't be any help." Lexi growled, her eyes flashing. "They'll be pleased to know that their new experiments aren't indestructible." Again, she thrashed out at the plastic cage that was holding her. Okay, think Lexi. she told herself. You're not a dog, just... she looked up and noticed a tiny, nearly invisible crack near the top of her cage. Don't forget, the cage was 17 years old, and she'd been thrashing it pretty badly in those 17 years. Using enough force kick a whitecoat...a lot of yards away, she kicked the dog cage, trying to break it. The crack got slightly bigger, which gave the avian hope. "I might be able to break this open!" she called to the others, excitement filling her voice. Again, she kicked, and she felt the cage weaken.

    Chance looked over at the boy they called Luke. She could see the blood but no bullet wound, probably because he was on his side. "Do you know if they removed the bullet?" Chance asked Sam, trying to remember what she'd over heard from the whitecoats about medical stuff over the past years. "If they have you gotta apply pressure to it." She said turning her head toward Lexi who was kicking her cage. Hope flared through her at the thought of someone escaping their cage. C'mon Lexi..You can do it. She thought despreatly.

    Desperation shot through the avian, and she knew that she couldn't fail her new friends now. With every ounce of her strength, Lexi gave one final, powerful kick. Crack. The cage literally bent at the bottom, a huge crack splitting from one corner of the cage to the other, leaving the front bendable. Lexi bent the cage down as far as she could and crawled out, happiness filling her. "I'm out!" she whispered, only because she didn't want whitecoats attacking her at the moment. She still had to attend to Luke. She flung open Chance's cage, and then Sam's, and finally Luke's, so she could get a better look at him and see what she could do. Hopefully, 17 years of hearing about a lot of medical stuff would pay off.