Caged Bird {Open}

[Koko Thimes]

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She had been falling, then she had transformed to save herself, and that mean boy... Then she had blacked out. She felt her head. It was definitely injured. Why couldn't she heal herself? That would be much more useful than not being able to touch anyone without fainting with pain. She ruffled her feathers. Wait, feathers? She blinked her eyes open. Feathers. She wasn't in pain, so she was still small and unreasonably cute? She glanced around her surroundings. She was jolting around quite a bit, almost as if she was in a car on a bumpy road. It was quite dark, so it was hard to see. Still, it was important to asses the situation. She slipped on a metal floor, and as she caught herself, a gleam of light flew in from the cloth that was covering the birdcage she had been placed in, and with a sickening feeling, she knew someone else had caught her. But why on Earth would they do THIS to her? Her instant response was too close her wings and try to un-tranform. She began struggling to do so, but the bars pushed against her and tore into her skin. She remained small. There must be some automatic thing so she doesn't un-transform when there's no room. Since she was exhausted, and due to the cloth couldn't really tell what time of day it was, she fell asleep. When Koko woke up, the cage was being jostled quite a bit. Had someone picked it up? Koko sat up. Maybe they'd open, see that they'd made a mistake, and set her free? That would be nice. The cage jostled a bit more, and she heard talking. Carefully, he's listened. She could barely make them out. The cloth must be muffling them. However, it sounded like an exchange of money was taking place. Then, her cage jostled some more, and she heard the car start up and drive away. The cage jostled once more, and she was moving. Then, a short time later, she felt a huge bump. She had been out down. Standing up, as she had fallen over multiple times during the ordeal, she shook herself out. Then, suddenly, the light blinded her as the cloth was taken off. It wasn"t natural like, but a bright florecent light. She was sitting on some sort of operating table, inside a cage. Two people in white lab coats were looking at her with a grin. Even for an overly trusting girl, this terrified her. "Hello, sweetheart." Koko gulped. "Today, we're going to do something very important. We're going to establish ground rules." Koko nervously nodded. She was only thirteen, and she wasn't sure what to do. "One. You always listen to us, or else we hurt you. Two. Never try to escape. Three," and he gave a particularly nasty grin, "you're ours now. No one knows where you are. Never question what we do... Even if it makes you scream." Koko was in panic mode, but she somehow still managed a response. "I... I... I understand sir." The scientist looked at her. "Good. We're going to open the door. You are not to try to runaway. You are to transform to your full size." Koko nodded, came out, folded her wings, and did as she was told. "Good. Now, time to put you under. She was grateful at least for that. The young girl permitted them to hit her ith shots, and she felt drowsy, as if she wasn't really there, bu looking from above. And, then, suddenly, the first stab of pain hit her. Wait. Wasn't she under anaesthesia? Perhaps it was some gene in her, but she always felt pain so completely. Then she realized what it was. They had somehow forced her wings open, and had strapped them down as well. Her vision swam. No. That would keep her awake! It didn't matter what drugs hit her, she would be awake! Her screams pierced the air as the blade hit her. When they were done torturing her, it was a relief to be able to shrink and remove the pain. They seemd not concerned at all that she had felt the entire operation, doubled due to the pain of her wings being opened. Although, didn't she normally faint if her wings were open? She murmured to herself, "I don't think you all thought I was going under at all... You all are bad people. I know someone will find me because most people aren't bad." The scientist looked at her. "Careful. You're breaking the rules." She was then ordered to go inside her cage. Still numb from terror, she went inside. They didn't cover it this time. There was no need to. They carried her to a new building, a dismal prison-like place, and placed her cage on the sort of hanger a bird-cage might go on. She sobbed quietly. She was sad, and tired, and being treated like an animal. No, wait, no one would even treat an animal like Sher was being treated. She weeded someone to come by and reassure her that the human race still had good people. Wait. There might be someone in the holding cell she was in front of, or coming down the hallway. Okay, ready to go... words: Like I'm telling you! tags: Uh.... notes:Okay, let's see who takes it... made by HUNNY @ h8u and btn [/style]

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[Oscar Leonhardt]

It was some time after Koko was brought in that Oscar happened along the hallway, carrying a box and heading straight for a certain cell. He often came down here, either to interrogate the mutants or simply chat with them. There was a camera at the end of the hallway, overlooking the scene, so that anyone coming in or out was easy to notice, but Oscar would rise no suspicions by passing through to do part of his job. Whatever else he did down there was between him and the mutants. Anyone who came across the nastier staff of the DNCS (and there were plenty of those in the science labs, being a little or more sadistic was practically in the job description, considering the kinds of experiments they performed sometimes) would be hard pressed to believe that there were decent human beings working here as well.

The news of the most recent catch hadn’t reached him for he had just returned from a mission himself. Oscar was pretty tired and it showed in his lazy stride and droopy eyes. When he reached the cell that was his destination he blinked in surprise, noting it was empty, the mutant he had come to visit and his meager belongings missing. As far as Oscar knew, the little one wasn’t supposed to be out at such an hour and there was something strangely definite in his absence due to the state of his cell. The general frowned, someone had better have a good explanation for this.

Just as he was about to turn and head back he heard a little whimper from farther down the hallway. Oscar paused and turned, slowly pacing towards the source of the sound. Inside a bird cage was a little mutant girl who looked like some kind of pixie. Oscar had seen many strange mutations during his work in the field and on average, this wasn’t that queer. He looked her over once, his expression neutral, before waking to the table at the end of the hallway, drawing the chair next to it and bringing it to the cage. If there was one thing Oscar knew, it was to not be fooled by appearances. In his earlier years of working at the facility he had gotten half his face burned off by being too soft and impressionable with a mutant just as cute as this one.

He sat down on the chair, box in his lap, and watched the girl. “Hey there. I don’t believe we’ve met, so allow me to introduce myself. I’m Oscar and you’ll see me coming down here often.” The operator paused to give himself a moment of studying her current expression and see if she was listening. His tone had been leveled, simple. “I like to get to know the people they bring here and see if there’s anything I can do for them.” He glanced towards the exit with some laziness. “Between you and me, I think the lodging conditions could use some improvement.” Read: changing entirely. Sure, the mutants were dangerous and it was true that not all of them were being held in the prison like building she had been assigned to, but even the ones with more troublesome powers but good character should benefit from more comfortable “holding cells.”

Oscar sighed, tired of his job and the world at the moment. He looked back to his little company. “So you got a name or should I call you Pixie?” His lips were curled up just slightly into a faint smile and his tone gained a note of friendliness.