15 September 2012
June unfurled her wings and paced across the floor space of her cell.
It had been at least a day since they'd fed her - and she knew quite well that this wasn't one of those sick starvation tests.
Pushing her dank hair from her forehead, her tawny wings brushed her confines, frustratingly.
'LET ME OUT!' She screamed, quite suddenly throwing herself at the door.
'At least give me some food... A drink... Some air!' She sobbed, sinking the the floor before the door, batting her fists feebly against its metal surface.
Her wings felt ravaged and heavy on her back. And the bags under her haunted green eyes felt like suitcases.
'Please,' she yelled, over and over again, sometimes loudly, sometimes in muffled sobs...
'I'm going to die. Oh God. PLEASE.'
June felt as though her brain had taken on a life of its own.
Thoughts came to get, and left, taunting her and teasing her relentlessly.
It was when the door finally opened that she thought she'd truly snapped.
The neon lights of the laboratory were dull, flickering strangely. It was quiet.
And a tall boy with inky hair stood before her.
'Are you real?' she murmured, letting her wings arch behind her, not caring when they clicked and protested painfully.
She was beyond pain.
'Yes. I'm One.'
There was a pause after the strange boy said this.
'Am I dead?'
The boy smiled faintly and held a hand down to her.
She grasped it, and as he lifted the winged girl up, he replied:
'No. You're alive. It's our turn to live.'
Saviour. • Opuss № I