((This idea came to me during church. We had a reference back to Genesis when Adam and Eve were cast out from the Garden of Eden. And this lovely idea popped into my very cluttered, unorganized head.))
Chapter One
I stepped quietly onto the platform, fearing of what would happen. I had been shocked, tested, injected. It was all terrible. I hated this place. I hated the chemical smells, the cleanliness, and I especially hated how everything was either black, grey, or white. It drove me insane. I wanted to take a paint brush and write in rainbow colors all over the walls just to make these stupid scientists angry. Of course, I would only get punished and the satisfaction of putting some color into my grey life would just disappear, only to be replaced by fear and pain.
The scientists before me moved around excitedly, pressing various buttons and pulling random levers to do force me to do something I probably didn't want to do. The platform went up, elevating me into a glass sphere, the platform blocking my only way out. Great. Just great. The lights went out, and I could only see the scientists down below by the light of their computers. Though I was surrounded by a few inches of plexi-glass, I could hear every word the scientists were saying.
"Initiate the shock," a young woman with bright red hair said.
"Shock?" I said to myself. And then it set in. "Oh heck no!" I said, running towards the glass, about to break out of this place. As soon as the tip of my finger brushed the glass, I felt an immense, pulsating pain spread throughout my body. It gave me no choice. I had to let them out.
I felt my dark black feathers leak through the fabric of the hospital gown, spreading out in the glass sphere. I had kept my wings in for so long they were aching. The pain stopped, and everything went black. I couldn't see. I couldn't see! What was going on?!
"You imbassiles!" I heard a familiar voice say, followed by the angry stomping of large feet. "You knocked Subject Eden out!"
"We're sorry, Mr. Rivera. We'll decrease the voltage of the shock next time," another voice said, sounding nervous.
"No, you idiots. There will be no 'next time'. No more shock treatments!" the voice said, followed by the slamming of a door. Mr. Rivera- who seemed to be my savior- had left. Simply left. Why does everyone have to leave me?
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