The Winged Girl VIII

'...Take down the whitecoats? Are you crazy?! Going in there and taunting them is a mad idea!' Quinn knew her temper was rocketing, and, from the looks on the brothers' faces, it was a surprise, but she couldn't quite calm down. 'Going back into those labs is a terrible idea. It's ridiculous! If you knew... I had to endure about seventeen YEARS with them. Seventeen! Seventeen years of the running until I was too tired to even be tasered back into consciousness. Of vomiting from the endless supplies of medicines they forced down my throat. Of having them shove needles into my every available vein, LOOK-' Quinn tore frantically at her sleeves and drew them up, revealing needle scar after scar. Angry red lines, blurring with her tears.
For a moment, Quinn stopped screaming and just panted. When she'd regained her composure enough to speak, it was with a quiver in her voice she said softly, 'I know I said I would do anything. Anything to repay you. But this one thing...' Quinn looked up at the two boys, tears threatening to bubble over once more, 'this one thing is my undoing. Please. Please, Drake. Please, Cole. Don't send me back to those torturers.'