(Subject 1 and Subject 2 burst through the door and emerge in a massive room lit only by a few radiators, which glow with red heat. A massive body, more analogous to a small hill than a living being, is the only thing in the room, attached to hundreds of cables. It heaves as it draws itself upwards, revealing massive wings and an elongated neck that removes even the semblance of humanity from its monstrous form. Aside from a suppressed nose, with elongated nostrils, the face is human, with massive keratin horns spiralling upwards from the top and dark, long hair strewn about it. The body wheezes. The body shakes with hurt and hatred.)

Subject 1: (Coughing uncontrollably. Bloodied feathers fall from the mouth as the inhaler is dropped, which bounces and clatters across the floor.) No.

Subject 2: (Subject dives for the inhaler. The massive being slams down a giant foreleg, its huge digits descending upon Subject 2, pinning it.) A--Ahhh--Ahhhhh...

[REDACTED]: Fools.

Subject 2: [Subject clutches for the inhaler, which is just out of reach.] I can't-- I can't reach it.

[Subject 1 begins to cough more violently. Subject clutches at neck.]

Subject 1: Bright... blue... everything is bright... I don't want to go.

Subject 2: No. [Subject thrashes desperately against the grip of the beast, reaching for the inhaler. Subject begins to claw and scratch at the hand of the beast, to no avail.] No no. It's right here. I can... don't go. Please. Don't leave me. AMY! [Subject reaches out a hand in direction of Subject 1.]

Subject 1: [Violent hacking begins to settle, eyes going glassy. Subject reaches out a hand, face tilting into a smile, and then the grip slackens. Blood pools around the mouth, littered with feathers, and the Subject lies still.]

Subject 2: I can still-- [Subject reaches for the inhaler, which is still a few fingers too far out of line. The foreleg is removed from Subject 2, who dashes up and falls over by the side of Subject 1, attempting to resuscitate it. Subject 1 remains still, legs curled up in rigor mortis like those of a dead bird.] Amy. You can't... I can't... Amy. Amy. Amy please wake up. Amy. Amy. [Subject is covered in blood and feathers.]

[REDACTED]: Fox in the henhouse.

Subject 2: Stop it.

[REDACTED]: [A low, deep laugh emanates terribly from its throat.]

Subject 2: Stop it it's not funny. I want to go home.

[REDACTED]: This was never a game.

Subject 2: I want to go home.

[REDACTED]: Turn and face me.

Subject 2: I'm not going to fight you.

[REDACTED]: You have to. Get back in line.

Subject 2: I can't fight you. I don't want to. Just let me go with her.

[REDACTED]: It would not have done the same for you.

Subject 2: [Subject surveys the body, slowly getting up from the corpse. Subject's entire body shakes.] Amy...

[REDACTED]: It is dead.

Subject 2: Stop dehumanizing us! [Subject thrusts claws against the hide of [REDACTED], bristling with fury. Subject's eyes are slit to pupils.]

[[REDACTED] remains in place. A thin trickle of blood spills down its side and mingles with the blood of Subject 1 on the floor. It sweeps Subject 2 away with a single flick of its massive hand, which has fingers enlarged to the point where they more resemble flippers than human digits. They are tipped with keratin as well, so that they are serviceable claws.]

Subject 2: [Subject throws body at [REDACTED].] Come on! I-- I-- [Subject wheezes, repeatedly throwing itself at the body, to no effect. Subject runs claws down the scaled form of [REDACTED], like an animal throwing itself at a metal door. It is the only sound besides breathing in the entire facility.]

[Wailing sounds in the distance. A man in a dark uniform breaks down the door.]

???: It's okay, kid. All of this will be over soon.

Subject 2: [looking up from the floor] Amy.

???: It's okay. Calm down.

Subject 2: A-amy, please...

Amy: But it didn't end that way.

???: Not for you.

Amy: We're going to make a better ending.

???: Whatever you want to believe.

Amy: Get out of my way.