StoneWolf18
Within the Depths of a Dream
1: 05 AM || Undisclosed Location
”Yes… I believe that's what they’re for…” Dr. Fenn breathed, still observing him before moving back to where Aric’s file was, quickly adding a few notes to the bottom and crossing something out. She had been… wrong, but not completely. Hopefully that wouldn’t have much of an impact.
The woman then lead the man out of a set of double doors that was near the treadmill, him having to duck considerably to squeeze on through. They shut quickly behind him, although making sure that his tail wasn’t caught. Not waiting on a reaction from those outside or giving him a chance to call her once more, she returned to the main entrance to the conference room and asked the guards to retrieve the next person.
Valoire was…conflicted to say the least. When some of the other people in the room had been dragged out, she winced slightly when the word “repurposed” was used, it most likely having unpleasant connotations. But then the man named Marco was taken back, a small pit settling within her stomach as worry began to spark.
Soon he returned, surprisingly appearing unarmed. Something had changed his mind, which after going to retrieve some alcohol, was proven to the group. Eyes wide, Val was beginning to think that there was something to this, but even if she wasn’t totally convinced, Aric’s return would be sure the change that.
Not more than a few minutes later, a set of double doors that had been flush with the wall opened up, an unsteady… centaur walking out?! “How is that possible…” She mumbled, unable to take her eyes off the man that had previously only been a fraction of the height when the guards returned to retrieve the next person.
Her.
Glancing to Marco and Aric, now realising that something was going to happen to her, it was a sheer, numbing terror that quickly worked its way through her as she was lead towards and into the conference room.
“Ms. Moore.” Dr. Fenn greeted her and gestured to sit, her facial expression still wavering between fake and genuine. Valoire would hesitate before sitting slowly, what she was currently feeling more than obvious upon her features. The scientist noticed this and momentarily seemed at a loss for words before clearing her throat and averting her eyes to the page that held the young woman’s information. “From my research, you are said to have some sort of Corvid adaptation.” Val frowned slightly, but before she could ask what that meant, Dr. Fenn would continue. “If you would turn around for me… this will only take a moment.” Obeying, seeing as there really weren’t any other options, she turned in her chair until her back was facing her.
Silently she ran her hands down her spine and back. Even branching out to her shoulder blades. It was vaguely uncomfortable but Valoire remained deathly still, even when the doctor lowered her hands, having to be told that she was able to move. Once she was facing her, Dr. Fenn continued. “Well then, if you would follow me please…” They both stood and moved over to the more open portion of the conference room, Dr. Fenn then taking a rather large ladder that had been leaned up against the wall. Setting up in the middle of the room it was already rather clear what she wanted her to do. “Do you want me to climb up…?” Val asked quietly, eyeing the thing as it didn’t seem all that stable. “Yes…” She responded with a short nod. Not really giving any indication as to why.
And so Valoire did. Reluctantly climbing up to the top where, even though it wasn’t that high, still grasped the rail with her hands. “One more.” Dr. Fenn instructed, the woman unwilling to climb higher but she did so anyway, only her feet keeping her balance upon the ladder.
And before she could ask why she was doing this… she was pushed.
As the metal contraption wobbled and she began to fall forward, she let out a strangled cry. But as the doctor expected, a pair of large black wings pushed from her back effortlessly and extended, slowing her descent but not keeping her from crashing to the floor.
Val groaned as she lay face-down upon the concrete, still in a bit of shock from the sudden fall but oddly not in any pain. Frowning slightly, she slowly tried to move into more of a kneeling position when she felt a foreign weight hanging off of her back. Turning her head, her eyes widened as she saw the black feathers that now protruded from her. Wordlessly, as if trying to prove to herself that this was indeed real, she reached behind her and tugged, feeling her own touch and the forced movement.
While she did this, Dr. Fenn nodded slowly and recorded her findings upon Valoire’s file before returning and assisting the woman in standing. “It shouldn’t take long for you to learn how to control them, almost like a second set of arms I suppose.” And with that, she was lead out of the room, the door shutting behind her.
Valoire was more than convinced now, her eyes still betraying her disbelief as she returned to where the others were gathered, slowly sinking into the couch once more but unable to find a comfortable position to sit with her new appendages. “This… can’t be happening…” She mumbled, not completely focused on what else was happening around her.
That else, was none other than the guards prepared to go and get the next person, but Dr. Fenn stopped them momentarily. “Wait…” She commanded, glancing at her files and the list she was required to follow. “Bring me her instead.” She showed them the file, the two frowning and about to protest when she gave them a glare, the two quickly moving as their bullet proof vests began to tighten beneath their clothing.
The woman then lead the man out of a set of double doors that was near the treadmill, him having to duck considerably to squeeze on through. They shut quickly behind him, although making sure that his tail wasn’t caught. Not waiting on a reaction from those outside or giving him a chance to call her once more, she returned to the main entrance to the conference room and asked the guards to retrieve the next person.
Valoire was…conflicted to say the least. When some of the other people in the room had been dragged out, she winced slightly when the word “repurposed” was used, it most likely having unpleasant connotations. But then the man named Marco was taken back, a small pit settling within her stomach as worry began to spark.
Soon he returned, surprisingly appearing unarmed. Something had changed his mind, which after going to retrieve some alcohol, was proven to the group. Eyes wide, Val was beginning to think that there was something to this, but even if she wasn’t totally convinced, Aric’s return would be sure the change that.
Not more than a few minutes later, a set of double doors that had been flush with the wall opened up, an unsteady… centaur walking out?! “How is that possible…” She mumbled, unable to take her eyes off the man that had previously only been a fraction of the height when the guards returned to retrieve the next person.
Her.
Glancing to Marco and Aric, now realising that something was going to happen to her, it was a sheer, numbing terror that quickly worked its way through her as she was lead towards and into the conference room.
“Ms. Moore.” Dr. Fenn greeted her and gestured to sit, her facial expression still wavering between fake and genuine. Valoire would hesitate before sitting slowly, what she was currently feeling more than obvious upon her features. The scientist noticed this and momentarily seemed at a loss for words before clearing her throat and averting her eyes to the page that held the young woman’s information. “From my research, you are said to have some sort of Corvid adaptation.” Val frowned slightly, but before she could ask what that meant, Dr. Fenn would continue. “If you would turn around for me… this will only take a moment.” Obeying, seeing as there really weren’t any other options, she turned in her chair until her back was facing her.
Silently she ran her hands down her spine and back. Even branching out to her shoulder blades. It was vaguely uncomfortable but Valoire remained deathly still, even when the doctor lowered her hands, having to be told that she was able to move. Once she was facing her, Dr. Fenn continued. “Well then, if you would follow me please…” They both stood and moved over to the more open portion of the conference room, Dr. Fenn then taking a rather large ladder that had been leaned up against the wall. Setting up in the middle of the room it was already rather clear what she wanted her to do. “Do you want me to climb up…?” Val asked quietly, eyeing the thing as it didn’t seem all that stable. “Yes…” She responded with a short nod. Not really giving any indication as to why.
And so Valoire did. Reluctantly climbing up to the top where, even though it wasn’t that high, still grasped the rail with her hands. “One more.” Dr. Fenn instructed, the woman unwilling to climb higher but she did so anyway, only her feet keeping her balance upon the ladder.
And before she could ask why she was doing this… she was pushed.
As the metal contraption wobbled and she began to fall forward, she let out a strangled cry. But as the doctor expected, a pair of large black wings pushed from her back effortlessly and extended, slowing her descent but not keeping her from crashing to the floor.
Val groaned as she lay face-down upon the concrete, still in a bit of shock from the sudden fall but oddly not in any pain. Frowning slightly, she slowly tried to move into more of a kneeling position when she felt a foreign weight hanging off of her back. Turning her head, her eyes widened as she saw the black feathers that now protruded from her. Wordlessly, as if trying to prove to herself that this was indeed real, she reached behind her and tugged, feeling her own touch and the forced movement.
While she did this, Dr. Fenn nodded slowly and recorded her findings upon Valoire’s file before returning and assisting the woman in standing. “It shouldn’t take long for you to learn how to control them, almost like a second set of arms I suppose.” And with that, she was lead out of the room, the door shutting behind her.
Valoire was more than convinced now, her eyes still betraying her disbelief as she returned to where the others were gathered, slowly sinking into the couch once more but unable to find a comfortable position to sit with her new appendages. “This… can’t be happening…” She mumbled, not completely focused on what else was happening around her.
That else, was none other than the guards prepared to go and get the next person, but Dr. Fenn stopped them momentarily. “Wait…” She commanded, glancing at her files and the list she was required to follow. “Bring me her instead.” She showed them the file, the two frowning and about to protest when she gave them a glare, the two quickly moving as their bullet proof vests began to tighten beneath their clothing.
