"NO NO NO NO!!!!!!!! I DON'T WANT THIS ANYMORE I WANT TO LIVE!!!"
"I OWN YOU YOU SHLET BAG! AND YOU WILL DIE,"
"NO NOT ANYMORE! THEY SAVED ME! THEY DON'T KNOW I'M EVEN A LAB CREATION. NOBODY DOES!"
"WELL THEY HAVEN'T WANTED TO MEET YOUR FAMILY? WHY NOT SHOW THEM YOUR LAB DADDY?!?"
"BECAUSE YOU'RE A RAPIST, YOU SICK FUCK,"
"BABY YOU LOVED IT,"
"I NEVER DID I AM SO GLAD I'M OUT!"
"WELL THERE'S THE CLIFF WATCH WHERE YOU'RE RUNNING BYE NOW,"
And I fall. The slits in my shirt are bursting with wings now. The white feathers and leather burst from my back. Pop! Pop! Pop! His machine gun! Holy fuck! My wings... They don't work underwater. I can't dive under. I've gotta go higher.
Oh no. He... MY WING! Oh my God, he took my wing out. He laughs as I start to fall. He knows I'm not going to live.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I wake up startled and screaming, running from where I had nested. I have no idea where I am.
"Ivy?!" a faint yell comes.
"NOOO!!! NO NO NO!!!"
"Ivy!!!!" I angrily wipe the tears running down my face away. "Ivy! Holy fuck what's wrong!?"
"No, no, no, no, no!" I lash out, when somebody wraps his hands around my wrists. The pain shoots up my arms, and I feel momentarily sedated. He pulls me into his chest. And then it comes back. I'm with a rocker named Jake Pitts. I should Google him...Who knows, maybe he's like famous or some shit.
"Ivy, babe, it's okay," he says. I pull back and look at him quizzically at the word babe. "Er, ah, shit sorry. Did I offend you?"
"No, it's fine, just caught me off guard," I reply automatically. In truth, it was nice to hear somebody say something other than baby or shlet bag, which is how my crazy creator says slut bag. Yeah. I'm a creation. Half human, half genetic mutation, 'dragon' he says. I've got wings, fangs, talons, the works. But, I control how my eyes, teeth, and nails look. Like, my pupils are round or slitted, my nails are human nails or black talons, and my teeth are normal, or fang like and pointed. I feel my teeth are fangs right now, probably because I'm scared out of my wits and reeling from that wretched dream. I force the fangs back, and they morph into human teeth. I exhale. "Jake... you really don't know who you saved, and I don't know how to tell you what I am,"
"What you are? How about who you are? I don't give a damn if you're some freaky thing, you're still a person to me. Just tell me,"
"I'm a creation. Half human, half genetic mutation," I say after a minute of silence, forcing the words through my teeth and into the world. He said I should just say it.
"What's the mutant part about you? I mean, you've got those wicked, albeit slightly freaky eyes, but that's all I can see,"
"Dragon," I whisper.
"What?" he clearly didn't hear me. I feel the tips of my nails extend and morph, my teeth slide into a more feral way, and my pupils slit.
"Dragon, Jake, dragon," and I look up at him. There's an insane boyish grin on his face. I tell the guy I'm half dragon, and have the proof, and he starts smiling like an idiot?
"I....I saved a dragon girl?"
"Y-yeah. You aren't running?"
"Hell no! That's the coolest thing in the universe! Alright, listen. We've got practice in an hour. I'll run out and buy you clothes, I just need your size. You can shower,"
"Three in jeans, small in shirts,"
"I'll be back in 30 minutes," and he walks to the door, grabbing his keys on the way.
"O-okay," I say, even though he can't hear me. I wander back to the bathroom, and fiddle with the shower. It turns on, and I fiddle for a minute longer, and find the proper chill. It has to be cold, for my wings. They don't work when wet, but they still need cleaning. I clean off quickly, getting out, and wrapping a towel around my body, flexing my wings slightly. I walk into the living room, and flex them out fully. I pull them back in though, drop the towel, and walk out the front door. Not to run away, but to dry off. I'm reconsidering the running away thing. I pump my wings and shoot straight into the air. I know I'm naked, but whatever. I shoot up just below cruising level on a plane, and dive bomb back down. My hair may be wild, but I'm dry. I walk back into the house, and take my towel, and wrap it around me. I sit down in my room. The front door slams in the front of the house.
"Ivy! I've got clothes!" I race out into the front living space. He hands me a solid black bag that says 'HOT TOPIC'. Isn't that an alternative store or something? He snickers.
"I bought you one of my shirts," he laughs.
"Wait, what?"
"One of my band's tees," he laughs.
"Oh, thanks, haha. I'll change, it'll take two minutes," I dump the bag on the bed. White jeans and a black tee face me back. I upend the bag just to make sure I got everything. Sheer blue lace falls out. It's a lovely pair of panties, but... why and where did Jake buy them for me? Um, just not gonna think about that. I put everything on. "Jake?"
"Yeah?"
"Thank you. Seriously,"
"Well, then, to band practice. Unless you need like makeup or something?"
"You know... I think I'm okay. Thanks though,"
"Alright, c'mon," we walk out to the car. He shows me how to open the door finally. And, I get in, preparing to go meet the band that is on my shirt. A band I don't know a single song to. But whatever.
Let's do this.