Only, it didn't go that smoothly.

I was taken in again. When I woke up I was strapped to a table. One person was walking around, filling up a syringe. I watched in horror as the green liquid crawled slowly up the interior of the glass. He turned back towards me.

"What is that?" I asked, straining against the bonds.

Hmm, high levels of verbal communication, increased blood pressure. Better get this done quick.

Uh oh,  that didn't sound good. He lowered the syringe towards my upper arm. And I gasped as it went in and he pushed the vile substance into my blood stream.

It felt like fire.

I twisted and fought as sweat began to cover my whole body. I gasped, my breathing speeding up as I tried to escape the burning in my blood.

Despite my condition the straps released and I dropped to the floor, twitching slightly. The scientist shoved me too my feet and I was forced marched on a twisting maze of white halls and chemical smells. I would later learn to hate that smell.

I was shoved into a room, it was small, metal, and I instantly panicked. The door slid closed and I began to drop. It was only a few feet before the door swung open, and another body was thrown at me.

It was Tyler. He brushed himself off, getting as far away from me as possible. I pressed myself against the wall, clenching and unclenching my fists, trying to fight my claustrophobia. But the walls seemed to be closing in, and I couldn't see any escape anywhere.

A gasp broke through my panicky breakdown. I was surprised to find it came from Tyler. He looked really pale. sweat slicking his forehead.

"Did they give you the green stuff too?" I said between clenched teeth.

He nodded in response. I concentrated on breathing. There was no way I would have a panic attack while Mr. Sensitive was in the room. I slid against the wall, sitting on the ground as the small casket lowed itself like a small elevator. It almost made the space bigger.

To take my mind off the fact the walls were going to eat me. I stretched out for minds. The only one I could hear was Tyler's and I didn't want to intrude so I shut it off. But not before I caught the last snippets of his thought.

-I'm not claustrophobic.

He was too? Or at least trying to convince himself he wasn't. I felt some sympathy, we were in the same boat, or, small elevator of doom.

I sighed a huge breath of relief when to door opened to a large room. In fact I ran out as fast as I could, then leapt into the air and sailed around the room, having to barely lift a feather.

Then my band zapped me and I fell. Something wasn't right with my wings, they were stiff, and the muscles weren't responding like they should.

I landed hard, pain bursting where my feet hit the ground. I should have rolled, but I wasn't thinking straight.

Once I regained my bearings, I tried moving my wings, which were dragging rather awkwardly behind me. It took way more strength than it should have to fold them up neatly, even then they sagged. What was going on? What was in the serum they gave me?

"Will?" Tyler said from next to me.

"I can't feel my wings," I panicked.

"Neither can I."

I stared at him, for the first time I noticed this boy had large, bat-like dragon wings sticking out of his back. The were black and had huge elongated fingers that were connected by paper-like membrane. They matched the color of his shirt so perfectly, I didn't notice until he grabbed the joint with his fingers and spread it out next to his body.

"Wha?" I said rather dumbly.

He simply looked up at me, then kept trying to move his own wings. They twitched, only slightly.

My own were beginning like they had pins and needles in them. I was bouncing on my feet. Would this go away? How would I live without my wings?

"Find your way out." A loudspeaker blared above.

A hatch slid open on the roof, and before I knew what I was doing, I shouted.

"How do we take off the bands!?"

Then I cast out my mind, and thankfully managed to pick up on another mind besides Tylers.

What? They honestly think I'm going to answer. They'll never figure out about the-

I gasped, another headache had returned and I was forced to shut it off before I heard the rest of her thoughts. The world went black suddenly. And when I opened my eyes, Tyler was shaking me.

Did you get it? He thought. Knowing we were being observed and the scientists heard our every spoken word.

"No." I replied.

I stood shakily, noticing uncomfortably my feathery  wing were stiff against my back. Not only had the muscles stopped responding, but now it was like they had turned to plastic.

"Up there." Tyler pointed to the opening in the ceiling.

I could see the LED lights of the inside flare brightly in the poorly lit space.

The ceiling was only about three meters above our heads. With both our wings rendered as useless as pieces of cardboard, I didn't see how we were getting up there. So both of us just stood below the opening rather dumbly.

"Any ideas?"

Tyler shook his head. I glanced at the walls, noticing for the first they seemed a whole lot closer than when we first stepped in here.

In fact, the small elevator had mysteriously disappeared.

"Uh, Tyler?" I squeaked.

"Yeah, I see it." He grunted, though his palms had become sweaty.

The closer I looked, I could actually see the walls moving. About two inches every minute. We were running out of options fast.

Tyler, I assume out of anger, launched himself at the wall. I saw the flash of claws, and the sparks that flew when he pushed his weight against them.

I pushed down my hyperventilating. Forcing myself to breath smoothly. If we wait for the right moment, the walls could be our stairway up. All we had to do was wait till I could touch both side with my fingers.

"We have to climb up them." I announced.

Tyler whipped around, his red eyes flashing at me hungrily. He had lost control, and all I had to do was make sure he didn't eat me before the walls came close enough.

I could stride across the room in twenty steps now. Tyler was pacing around like a hunting animal, seemingly avoiding me.  I had seen the look in his eyes, I'm pretty sure he didn't even remember me in that state.

Ten paces, Tyler was stalking me now, growling and slamming his fist against the wall. There were claw marks everywhere.

I carefully reached out into his mind, hoping I could send thought as well as read them. No such luck.

"Tyler, I don't know if you can hear me, but please don't eat me."

He shook his head, suddenly losing his balance. And when he looked up, his eyes were brown.

"This isn't me, something in the serum is..." He growled at me again.

Then, without warning, he launched himself at me. Fangs flashing.

I took my chance.

I bounced against the walls. Leaping higher as the distance became shorter. And my hand grasped the lip of the opening.

A hand-cuff appeared around my wrist and I was dragged upwards. Before I could even think, I had been securely anchored to a pole.

I watched in horror as a clawed hand grasped the edge. A scientist whipped a pair of handcuffs on Tyler and chained him up opposite to me.

Another grabbed a syringe of yellow liquid and plunged it into my arm. I yelped, but these guys were crazy fast. And I was left rubbing a sore spot as the same one approached Tyler.

Something wasn't right about these people, they were too efficient, to neat, to precise to be human. And I jumped back as Tyler sunk his teeth into the arm of the person who had just tried syringed him.

I expected her to scream, cry out, anything. But she just stood there, staring at Tyler, who had begun shaking her arm around like a dog might do with a chew toys. There was no blood, and when the nurse pushed the syringe into his neck, I saw his eyes turn back to brown, and his fangs shrunk back into normal canines.

He instantly spat out her arm and looked at her in disgust.

All that was left were two holes where his fangs went in. Electric sparks leapt across her arms.

"What the?" Tyler exclaimed.

We watched as her face twitched, then her glowed red. Moving in and out like a camera lens.

'They're robots." I marveled.

I noticed with great relief the feeling had come back into my wings. And I flexed them graciously.

Some zaps from our bands convinced us to get in another small, metal-enforced elevator. Which I hated after that whole traumatic experience. I spent the whole time pacing around in the small metal soda can, waiting nervously for the doors to open.

"I didn't hurt you right?" Tyler asked softly.

I glanced down at him. Noticing he seemed very sombre, and sad. "Nah, I'm fine."

That seemed to make him happy. "Something was in that serum, it made me lose control, on purpose. Usually I can control it."

"Well, if they try it again you an just take a bite out their arms. What do robots scientist taste like anyway, chicken?" I joked.

He chuckled. "Definitely chicken."

My reply was instantly cut off, when the doors opened. I rushed out, throwing my arms up in relief. "Thank goodness! good bye to small tin cans!"

I gave a small flight hop. but my happy mood instantly died down when I spotted Casey sitting against a wall. Gecko was sitting next to her and patting her back.

She was crying.

I swooped down, landing neatly in front of her. She lifted up her head, and stared at me with huge, desperate eyes.

"They killed Frankie." She sobbed.