And there I was, running again to test my endurance. Whoopee.
My lengthy, sandy blonde hair swayed to and fro as the droning pattern of my feet hitting the treadmill echoed through the small white walled exercise room. Perspiration glistened on my porcelain skin from running for just over two hours. Things like this get really old really fast.
“Doctor? She’s doing it again.” Dr. Odnetnin sighed as she altered her gaze. She watched as my muscles tightened under my skin. My pace became more even and controlled as she spoke directly to me. “Aki.” Her voice was calm and stern as she attempted to control me with my name. Though it never worked, she always tried to stop me like that. I vaguely heard something about a new method as my odd colored eyes glazed over and the real world became nonexistent.
I found myself not on Maui like I had been planning. It was the island again. Although the doctors say that I can only travel to places I have seen, I’ve been to this island frequently despite my having no memory of it. It’s a beautiful island, kind of like the pictures I’ve seen of Maui, but I can tell the difference.
Well, now would probably be the best time for you to learn a little bit about me.
Well, according to the scientists, I’m not just your average hybrid. I’m three percent osprey rather than the standard two percent. As a result, I have light feathering on my back and the occasional feather grown in my hair. They also think the additional percent has to do with the extraordinary coloring of my wings. Okay, extraordinary is probably a little overboard, but what can I say? I love my wings.
My friends say that I haven’t always been here – only since I turned nine. I suppose I have to believe that though since I have no memory of anything before that day when they shoved me in a dog crate in a room full of mutants. It doesn’t make sense to me, why only I have memory problems like this.
A mere tingling feeling alerted me to an attempt to bring me back from my withdrawal. It ceased for what would only be seconds to them but possibly hours for me.
Which reminds me. I didn’t tell you about my power.
I have the gift of mental withdrawal. It’s extremely rare and completely unrecorded. Actually, it’s not rare, it’s more like unheard of. But anyways, my power allows me to withdraw into a conscious or subconscious state at will. It leaves my body doing whatever I left it doing and apparently, my pain tolerance is quadrupled. When I use it, I can usually send myself anywhere that I’ve seen; sometimes it just sends me somewhere random. It’s just weird that way. So far, I haven’t met any–
“AAHHHH!”
I didn’t even recognize my own shrill, scream of pain as I was recalled by force to consciousness. I collapsed on the moving floor below me, clutching the back of my neck, as my cry continued and fell off the back of the treadmill. The pain was nothing compared to what was happening to me now.
“Mhm…” Dr. Odnetnin stood above me now writing something on a clip board. My body was shaking now and I was unsure as to what I had just felt. “That was about five hundred volts,” Odnetnin stated as if reading my mind. “We didn’t think you were going to make it.”
I was silent. It wasn’t worth it today.
“Can you stand up?” I assumed the question was directed towards me and shook my head, still looking at the floor and clutching my neck. “All right then.”
There were some exchanged words between Dr. Odnetnin and a security guard before I found myself returning back to my dog crate in a wheelchair. I was still holding my neck and now that I realized it, the skin felt sort of crunchy as if it were over cooked. Disgusting.
Both my deep cerulean and bright yellow eye stared ahead blankly as the wheelchair stopped facing my crate. The security guard unlatched the crate and waited for me to get in. I gingerly crawled out of the chair and into my own personal prison as a plate and glass was shoved in after me – the standard fruit/veggie, grain, and water meal. He closed the door and disappeared from sight.
I left the dishes at the entrance to my spot and moved toward the back of the cage. As I attempted to curl into a ball to sleep, I let out a sharp yelp as I tried to bend my neck to agree with my position, but that wasn’t about to happen. A single tear escaped my effort to remain tearless as I attempted to reach a state that people called sleep. I like to call it paradise in hell.
+Aki
My lengthy, sandy blonde hair swayed to and fro as the droning pattern of my feet hitting the treadmill echoed through the small white walled exercise room. Perspiration glistened on my porcelain skin from running for just over two hours. Things like this get really old really fast.
“Doctor? She’s doing it again.” Dr. Odnetnin sighed as she altered her gaze. She watched as my muscles tightened under my skin. My pace became more even and controlled as she spoke directly to me. “Aki.” Her voice was calm and stern as she attempted to control me with my name. Though it never worked, she always tried to stop me like that. I vaguely heard something about a new method as my odd colored eyes glazed over and the real world became nonexistent.
I found myself not on Maui like I had been planning. It was the island again. Although the doctors say that I can only travel to places I have seen, I’ve been to this island frequently despite my having no memory of it. It’s a beautiful island, kind of like the pictures I’ve seen of Maui, but I can tell the difference.
Well, now would probably be the best time for you to learn a little bit about me.
Well, according to the scientists, I’m not just your average hybrid. I’m three percent osprey rather than the standard two percent. As a result, I have light feathering on my back and the occasional feather grown in my hair. They also think the additional percent has to do with the extraordinary coloring of my wings. Okay, extraordinary is probably a little overboard, but what can I say? I love my wings.
My friends say that I haven’t always been here – only since I turned nine. I suppose I have to believe that though since I have no memory of anything before that day when they shoved me in a dog crate in a room full of mutants. It doesn’t make sense to me, why only I have memory problems like this.
A mere tingling feeling alerted me to an attempt to bring me back from my withdrawal. It ceased for what would only be seconds to them but possibly hours for me.
Which reminds me. I didn’t tell you about my power.
I have the gift of mental withdrawal. It’s extremely rare and completely unrecorded. Actually, it’s not rare, it’s more like unheard of. But anyways, my power allows me to withdraw into a conscious or subconscious state at will. It leaves my body doing whatever I left it doing and apparently, my pain tolerance is quadrupled. When I use it, I can usually send myself anywhere that I’ve seen; sometimes it just sends me somewhere random. It’s just weird that way. So far, I haven’t met any–
“AAHHHH!”
I didn’t even recognize my own shrill, scream of pain as I was recalled by force to consciousness. I collapsed on the moving floor below me, clutching the back of my neck, as my cry continued and fell off the back of the treadmill. The pain was nothing compared to what was happening to me now.
“Mhm…” Dr. Odnetnin stood above me now writing something on a clip board. My body was shaking now and I was unsure as to what I had just felt. “That was about five hundred volts,” Odnetnin stated as if reading my mind. “We didn’t think you were going to make it.”
I was silent. It wasn’t worth it today.
“Can you stand up?” I assumed the question was directed towards me and shook my head, still looking at the floor and clutching my neck. “All right then.”
There were some exchanged words between Dr. Odnetnin and a security guard before I found myself returning back to my dog crate in a wheelchair. I was still holding my neck and now that I realized it, the skin felt sort of crunchy as if it were over cooked. Disgusting.
Both my deep cerulean and bright yellow eye stared ahead blankly as the wheelchair stopped facing my crate. The security guard unlatched the crate and waited for me to get in. I gingerly crawled out of the chair and into my own personal prison as a plate and glass was shoved in after me – the standard fruit/veggie, grain, and water meal. He closed the door and disappeared from sight.
I left the dishes at the entrance to my spot and moved toward the back of the cage. As I attempted to curl into a ball to sleep, I let out a sharp yelp as I tried to bend my neck to agree with my position, but that wasn’t about to happen. A single tear escaped my effort to remain tearless as I attempted to reach a state that people called sleep. I like to call it paradise in hell.
+Aki
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