ultimus9
That Guy on the Other End of the Street
~Ian (#001732)
I wake up off the operating table. My hawklike eyes blur and then focus, almost out of their own accord. I wait for the guard to roughly drag me back to my cell, but it never happens. Someone, a security breach, has distracted them. No sooner than I think this that I'm out the door, running with my wings folded tightly behind me. I crash through the door, almost tripping over a girl tending to a some guy's injury. I'm stuck. Should I run? Is this a trap?
I wake up off the operating table. My hawklike eyes blur and then focus, almost out of their own accord. I wait for the guard to roughly drag me back to my cell, but it never happens. Someone, a security breach, has distracted them. No sooner than I think this that I'm out the door, running with my wings folded tightly behind me. I crash through the door, almost tripping over a girl tending to a some guy's injury. I'm stuck. Should I run? Is this a trap?