Winged

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Chapter 3

Missy

     I felt extremely exposed, and I did not like it one bit. My cage had quickly become some form of security for me, and these irritating humans had just taken it away. Kate had explained to me that this would simply be them checking me for any mutations and taking notes on my behavior, but I was still unable to remain calm. A constant growl emitted from my small form as the scientist turned me over and checked my limbs.

       " Specimen weighs four pounds and 7 ounces. She stands at a height of nine inches. No noticeable deformities or mutations. Meets the standard for and shape. Before collection, specimen preferred flight over fight, none of those traits seems to have transferred over as she is being very aggressive. Actions consist of constant attempts at scratching and biting.

     I could hear the man straining to talk as he attempted to control me, but I wasn't having it. The feel of his gloved hands against my scales made me feel disgusting, and I wanted nothing more than to be free of his nauseating touch. I was growling loudly, hissing, scratching and biting anywhere I could. I glared at the man, releasing my best hiss. He clicked his tongue in annoyance and did his best to examine me and keep me under control at the same time.

     "Specimen 2189. Female, 16 years old. Not part of any specification group, but was abused and neglected for most of her life. Collected on October 5 with use of injected tranquilizer blend A3. Ahh!"

     I could feel myself swell with satisfaction and pride as I managed to swipe an exposed piece of flesh on the man's arm. I finally got you! Instinctively, he released me and covered the deep cut on his arm. I went to run, my wings uncurling as I attempted to fly, but my plans were foiled as the man regained his composure and pinned me down. I snarled fiercely as I went to swipe at him again, but this time, I was blasted with some spray that immediately had me disoriented. I whimpered as I hung limply in the man's hands as he resumed his examination.

     He pushed his glasses up on his face.

     "Netaforming completed on March 6. Egg case finished formation on March 21. High heat hatching method C5 was used. Hatching took place early morning of April 21."

     I lay limply on the table as a door opened and a woman walked in. Upon seeing my sluggish state, she turned towards the man with a look of indignation.

     "Why did you spray her?!" she snarled as she swiftly approached the man. Her fists were curled into tight fists by her sides and her eyes looked like those of a deadly predator. I creeled softly in distress, earning a quick glance from the woman before she turned her attention back to the nervous man.

     "I had to, she scratched me and she was being extremely aggressive!"

     A smacking noise rang through the air. The man let out a shout of surprise as he fell on his behind, cradling his bruising cheek. Well Damn.

     "That's what the fucking gloves are for, you dimwit, and she's an animal, how you expect her to act?! How is she supposed to participate in the physical examination if she can barely move?!"

     The man remained silent, opting to stare at the floor in shame. The woman let out a huff of irritation as she approached me, her heels clicking loudly on the tile floor. I weakly swiped at her and growled in warning, but of course, I was of no threat. The woman gently picked me up and held me to her chest, walking to the door.

     "I'll be in charge of the physical examination when the spray wears off. Go and do something about that wound."

     With that, the woman stormed out of the room, my small form cradled against her bosom as she transported me back to my cage. She left quickly after securing my locks. Multiple voices entered my head at once, all asking what had happened. Through my haze, I managed to relay the information, earning cheers and praise from them. I only managed to talk with them a few more minutes before my heat lamp and the stray lulled me to sleep.

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     As promised, the woman from earlier collected me and I was now in a room filled with various tables other things that seemed out of place. She sat in a chair near the door with a clipboard and a pen in her hands, watching me with an intense expression. Slightly unnerved, I hissed at her before crawling over to the sandbox that was full of warm sand. I immediately fell in love with the sand, humming in delight as I buried myself under it. After a few minutes of playing in the sand, I did my business and decided to explore the room a little more. I stumbled across a large ball which proved to be great fun until my sharp claws pierced it. I watched as the air slowly seeped out of the large yoga ball. Well, looks like that's dead. I stood up, chirping loudly as I spread my wings.

     I flapped them, unsure of what to do. I was alarmed when I was lifted off of the ground. I quickly gained height as I hovered above the ground. It didn't take me long before I was flying short distances in the room. I back winged as I readied myself to land.

     I glanced back over at the woman as I landed on the table, but she was busy scribbling frantically on her chipboard. I snorted as I rested on the table. I quickly realized that flying was going to take some effort and getting used to. It proved to be more physically challenging than I was expecting. I quickly caught my breath and tried again.

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