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Something Like Freedom: Chapter Two

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My birthday was nothing like I thought it would be. I thought it would be normal, like it always is. It would be a day off from experiments and I'd get to do whatever I wanted. But I never did anything; I just sat in my room and re-read a book I had; but today, had been different.
"I'm giving you a very special gift for your birthday Sam." Dr. Smith stood in front of me, looking over my charts. I sighed harshly and stood up from my chair.
"Wasn't yesterday enough? What more do you want to do with me?" He chuckled softly and signed my chart. He held it up and showed it to me. At the very bottom of the page was a section that said 'Release Form'. His signature was on the line at the bottom. "What…"
"I'm releasing you, Sam. I think you've stayed here long enough. You won't be completely free though. You'll be saying with a close friend of mine in the mountains. There, I want you to help him where you're needed, alright?" I just looked at him. He was setting me free? I didn't have to live here anymore?
"Why are you doing this?" He chuckled softly and walked past me.
"I never meant for you to suffer, Sam. Your mother would be very disappointed in me. Go live your life Sam, I owe it to you." I didn't see him for the rest of the day after that. He walked out the door and it was like he walked out of my life. It was the closing I needed, for him to say that to me. But in a sense, it wasn't enough for me. For him to say those words, lifted my heart in a way that only he could do, but there was something there, something else that I wanted. He'd treated me so poorly, experimented on me, used me as a test subject, and in the end, that's all he could say.
When I returned to my room, it was empty. Nothing was in it and I almost couldn't believe it. Was I leaving today, right at this moment? It all felt… wrong. But that's when I saw him coming down the hallway; James. He had his sniper rifle strapped to his back and his hands in his pockets. He stood tall at 6'0'', had short blonde hair, blue eyes, and was toned. He always wore a black leather jacket, with a white tee shirt underneath, and dark blue jeans.
"It's time to go princess," he said across the hallway, taking slow strides until he was in front of me, "you ready?" James and I never got along. He'd been here as long as me, we had the same skills, trained under the same instructor, and one point I had a small crush on him. But those feelings slowly went away as I become older and became anything but human.
"How can't I be? They packed all of my things already." He chuckled lightly and ushered me down the hall. "Are you staying with me?" He laughed and looked down at me.
"Oh no, I'm just the escort. Can't have you running off now can we?" I rolled my eyes at him and sighed softly as he led me out the main doors. It was midday, the sun high in the sky above us. We were surrounded by forest and for a moment, it called to me, told me to run. But I was already free, wasn't I? Where I was going, would become a home, a place for me stay and know that the experiments were done. The forest didn't hold anything for me. All it held was the dried pool of blood I'd left the other night and that's it would hold.
I looked back at the doors as James was opening the car door for me. I wanted my father to be standing there, telling me I was truly free. I wanted to feel one last embrace before I left. Because I knew that after today, I wasn't going to see him again. He'd sealed that himself. But in all honesty, I wanted him to say three words that would warm my heart and truly tell me I was free. But I knew deep in my heart, I wasn't going to hear those words.
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"We're here." James said as the car pulled into a long driveway that was covered with trees and bushes. We had to stop at a gate and a guard quickly let us in when the driver showed him a badge. The gate seemed to close slowly behind us as we pulled forward. It was like I was being caged in here, never to be let out.
The car drove fast down the rocky gravel road. Trees towered over us, as if to keep us shielded from the outside world. But that's when I saw it, an enormous lake sitting behind a beautiful house. There were few things I saw as 'beautiful', but this lake and house, were things you saw in fairytales; things I didn't have the privilege of seeing when I was younger.
The house was a three story wooden cabin; the bottom floor being composed entirely of glass windows. I could see two people inside, but couldn't make them out entirely. I was more focused on the lake; it looked so beautiful in the sun. The water just shinned in the light and made it seem unreal. When the car came to a stop, I quickly opened the door and ran towards the small dock that was at the bottom of the hill.
"Sam!" I heard James calling after me and I felt his hand reach toward me. He grabbed my arm and pulled me into him. But by now, we were on the dock and I was just staring out at the lake. I didn't even notice James had his gun placed at the back of my head until I felt him lower it to his side.
"It's beautiful," I said it softly, as if I was a different person. James let go of me and left me there as he went back up to the car.
"How long did Scott keep you in there?" I turned to see an older gentleman standing next to me. He looked a lot like Dr. Smith, just about… 6 to 7 years younger.
"I've been in there my entire life. My mother was a scientist there and agreed to be a part of a baby experiment. When she died, she wrote in her Will that Dr. Smith was my father." I looked back out at the lake. It was everything I wasn't, peaceful, beautiful, and completely natural.
"What all has he done to you?" I chuckled softly and closed my eyes, letting a soft breeze take me over as the white wings emerged from my back. It was easier now, no pain, no surprises; I knew how to control them. "God, my brother doesn't know when to stop."
"I can't die either," I spoke in a whisper, like I didn't want anyone to know I was a monster, "I'm a master in fifteen different fighting styles, I can pilot any aircraft, drive any car, and I haven't even driven any," I chuckle softly, "I can take apart any weapon and put it back together and shoot it." I didn't realize I was crying until the wings have receded into my body, "I'm a monster."
"You're not a monster," he rested a hand on my shoulder, "you're just unfortunate enough to have been born in that place. Come on now, dinners ready and your things have been moved into your room." He led me up the stone steps and to the house. "You'll have a peaceful life here, Sam, I promise."
I just hoped he could keep his promises.
Backwards 'P', please.
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