Drop Dead Gorgeous
Meeting.
I let the wind freely flow between my hair as the GPS in my "super-brain" steered me towards where I needed to go.
"MARCELINE!?" Someone yelled next to me.
What?! Is it a scientist? A last minute horrible mutt they brewed to catch me.. with wings!?
I have more strength than the average adult male. I'm ready for this shit.
Oh, it was just Experiment 15.
My face relaxes a bit but my wings still flap in the breeze.
"Who are you?"
"I'm... Vania. I'm a mutant just like you are." She nods at me.
"How do you know my name?" I ask briskly, still not fully trusting her.
"You're Experiment 11. The One-One. Head Scientist's Daughter. Every experiment knows about you."
Damn, they know me and I spent countless hours crying in my cage, wallowing in my own despair when they've been TRUSTING me and such.
"So.. you're telling me.. I'm famous in a way?"
"Yeah, you are, Sherlock."
I lift the corners of my mouth in a small grin.
"Listen. I want to travel with you. I want to see the woooooooooooooooorld!! And kill all the scientists and shit like that." Vania concludes as she does flips in the air.
"Your flying skills are impressive.. but they are no match for-" I try to do a flip but fail. "Who taught you?"
"Don't you get a tutor to teach you to fly?" She asks. My face drops. "No."
"Oh." She stays quiet for a moment until she sees the sunset.
"...Should we settle down?" She asks quietly. I nod in response. I carefully drop on a rock ledge that overlooks a valley. My first night away from the cold, dark, scratchy metal of my cage. My first night away from the moans and screams of the other experiments, the ones trusting me to be special.
So, of course, I can't fall asleep without the soft sound of crying from the experiments. For some weird reason.
I rub my left eye as the sky darkens. The night creatures hoot and make their ghastly noise. I wrap my wings around my body to keep warm. The feathers are like a pillow.
I don't fall asleep for a long time, until I hear the soft sound of crying, not coming from Vania, but from something - someone - from down in the valley.My eyes droop, even though I long to wake Vania and to see who's there -
But that's for tomorrow.
