Two sisters need help. ((OPEN!))

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    Zane gave the best smile back, and nodded. He heard footsteps and the door opened, Erasers going to bring him back. Zane quickly slid over to the opposite wall, back pressed against it as he stared at the Erasers coming towards him.

    " Stop." Quinn commanded, concentrating hard on the Erasers.
    She looked at Zane for a moment, nodding as he moved far from them.

    The Erasers snarled as they turned and stalked away.
    Zane let out a shakey breath. "Thanks, Quinn." A weird popping noise sounded loud in his mind, and it could barely be audible for Quinn.
    "What was that..popping sound?" he asked her. "Are they exploding things?" It took a long moment..
    Zane let out a blood-curdling scream, holding his head. He crashed onto his side, his eyes closed tight.

    Quinn looked at Zane as he asked her if she heard something, and shook her head.
    As Zane screamed and fell onto his side, she ran over to him, kneeling down.
    " No, no, NO!" she yelled, not knowing any idea of what was going on. She took a deep, shaky breath, and lightly ran her hand across his face.
    " Zane?"

    "I'm fine." Zane grunted quickly, hopefully so he wouldnt scare her. He quickly got up to hi knees, blue eyes locked on the floor.

    " Alright!" she said, standing and leaning against a wall near Zane.
    " It's just that you looked like you were in pain, so."

    Quinn watched Zane stand, and walked over.
    " So you can stand? That's good." She nodded, looking up at him, suprisingly expressionless.

    Rhaven was unconcious, laying on a sterile hospital bed. The whitecoats were testing her, well, more her vocal chords, to see how mimicry worked. Frankly Rhaven had always said 'It's Magic!', and left the subject, but the stupid whitecoats had to go and find out all that stuff 'for science'. Rhaven blinked her eyes open, noticing that nothing was hooked up to her anymore. She groaned and sat up as a whitecoat poked her with something sharp. An Eraser walked into the room, probably to 'escort' Rhaven back to her cage.


    Rhaven got off the bed and let him bring her back to her cage. She hated the little plastic dog crates they were forced to live in. "Back to the pound.", She muttered as he forced her into the room. She was roughly shoved into a crate and locked in. She felt as though she would be left there to die, but no, they couldn't let any avian die, not until they were poked and prodded with thousands of needles and syringes, not to mention the fact that they tested her vocal chords almost every day to see what made them do the seemingly impossible.

    Quinn shook her head, and sat with a sigh.
    " No clue. But I hope soon we can get out in a non violent way." She turned at the sound of something.
    " Hello?" she whispered, not knowing what else to do.

    Rhaven sat in her cage with her knees pulled up to her chest. She sighed and randomly said, "Hello? Is anybody out there?"