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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2011 8:47 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2011 8:54 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2011 9:08 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2011 9:38 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2011 9:43 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2011 9:57 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2011 2:56 pm
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![User Image - Blocked by "Display Image" Settings. Click to show. User Image - Blocked by "Display Image" Settings. Click to show.](https://graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) "Was it all too much?" "Or just not enough?" "Wake me up! I'm livin' a nightmare"
Darkness was all around Sin as he huddled into the center of his cage, afraid to go to the edges where whitecoats could occasionally prod him or examine him. His eyes were bloodshot and he was in searing pain. He was only three at the time - what was going on completely escaped him. Where was his family? Did he have a family? He couldn't remember if he had grown up here or what. This is usually how he was - confused.
The double doors at one end of the room opened, and three whitecoats came striding in. One had an extremely frightening syringe with him, another had a stretcher, and the third had a clipboard. They all were smiling as they approached the child, who, despite his previous thoughts, decided that backing up against the cage, away from them, was a wonderful idea.
And then he let his wings cover over him like a shield.
He got an immediate response from the whitecoats - they were impressed. But why? Didn't everyone have wings? Sin couldn't remember how he got them, but he knew he didn't always have them. He sort of assumed they grew overnight.
One wing was a dark, dark shade of black, so dark that it loked as if all light around it was obliterated. The other was a pure white, so much so that there wasn't a single speck of dirt on it. The whitecoat with the clipboard asked, "This is the oldest you have ever applied avian genes to something, correct?" Sin growled in a low voice. He wasn't a something - he was a someone. The whitecoat with the syringe nodded. "The only problems we have found with him is that he has clear blood. We examined the cells and after numerous tests we found that it works just like normal blood, however. Also, whenever he cries, his tears are blood red. It's as if they got switched. Probably a misplacement of stem cells or something during the surgery." He said as he got a liquid from a spoon and pulled it into the syringe. The one with the clipboard seemed fascinated.
"Does he have any exceptional traits, that are better than others of the same genes?" The clipboarder asked. The syringe whitecoat nodded and replied, "He can control other's emotions, but only slightly. He hasn't learned how to, really. Also, when we were once taking him out of the cage to perform an experiment, he broke every bone in his body so that he could move backwards more. It didn't seem to cause him pain, it was like flipping a trigger. " He examined Sin more closely and added, "We fear there are abilities that we don't know of that we need to" But the whitecoat shrugged and opened the cage, reaching his hands in and grabbing Sin's arm.
"Don't worry, kid." he said. Then he injected the tranq.
Sin woke up with a start. His wings were completely out as if he were about to take flight, the tip feather of each wing touching the walls of his room. His room was extremely plain. All the was in it was a bed smackdab in the middle. Nothing else. The walls were painted black and there was a fairly large window near the left corner of it.
Sweat trickled down his forehead as he folded in both of his wings and rummaged under his bed for his revolver. It didn't matter how much butt he could kick, having a revolver was always nice.
There was a closet built into the wall - he opened it and put on a plain white t-shirt and some jeans, along with a new hoodie, but since it was new, he cut slits in it first for his wings.
Sin walked through the halls and into the kitchen, silently grabbing a plate and some pancakes and eating. Along with the sweat on his forehead, another liquid sourced from his eye went down his cheek - a single red tear.
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Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2011 7:53 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2011 7:24 am
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2011 7:29 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2011 12:40 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2011 1:01 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2011 1:47 pm
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