The Beginning [R/M] (Open)

She stared at nothing. Her green eyes looked around the colourless room which was in a simple square shape. There was only a single foam mattress with a sheet and pillow, but no bed frame. There was also a single bean bag which sported as a chair. Nothing else. Everything was white, no colour. Everything else was bare. The girl's legs were folded underneath her, her palms pressed on the soft, white carpet, her head bowing forward, her blond hair slipping over her shoulders. Slowly, the girl stood, her arms hanging limply beside before she tilted her head back to look around the room before she stumbled to the white walls made out of strong, almost unbreakable glass. She dragged her hand across the cool surface as she walked around the room, her feet dragging as she slumped forward as she walked. She knew there were people on the other side of the glass, watching her. They always watched her. Every day. All day. It had been like this for as long as she could remember. She couldn't remember a day out of this room or the other room. A dull grey room with a high silver table she was often told to lie on by people dressed in white gowns. There were two men who escorted her from her room, into the silver room who were dressed in black suits, their movements mechanical, their eyes glassy. She knew they were androids. That's what she had been told. But she didn't really know what an android was. She didn't really know anything. They were gave her the chance to learn. However, her brain was more highly developed than any humans. But they refused to let her learn anything, and she had no idea why.

She kept walking around the room, her mind foggy and body heavy from the drugs which were still in her system from when they had injected her with something. She didn't even make it to the bed before she collapsed, her knees giving out. Crumpling to the floor, she crawled over to her bed, her knees catching on her dress once. She wore a white dress which exposed her back and tied around her neck. There was a gold band around her middle to also help hold it up. The front went to her knees, whilst the back dragged along the ground. She finally made it to the foam mattress and she fell face first into the pillow before she rolled onto her side, her eyes fluttering closed as she fell into a coma-like sleep. After a few hours, she woke to see a tray of food beside her bed. There was a small plastic bowl of lukewarm vegetable soup with a plastic spoon, an apple and a cup of water. The usual food she got for lunch. So it meant it was the middle of the day. She struggled to sit up and she spooned the soup into her mouth and then ate half of her apple before she downed her water and curled up to sleep again, still seeing groggy from the drugs. At dinner, she woke again and there was a plastic plate with a baked potato and a small piece of baked pumpkin with plastic cutlery, with a plastic cup of water again. Eating her food and drinking the water, she pushed away the tray and curled up again, her mind still not quite clear. She knew they only ever brought plastic things into her room, afraid she might try to harm herself. Not that she would.

She fell asleep again and she had no clue how long she was asleep before she was woken by a loud rumbling sound and everything around her shaking. She sat up, eyes wide. She had no clue what was going on. When she looked around, she saw a corner in her room, the glass had shattered, providing a hole big enough the crawl through.. But why hadn't they noticed? And why was everything shaking? Glancing around for a few moments before she scrambled over to the corner and peeked out.. A dark hallway. She crawled through, her veins icy with confusion. She wandered through the hall, finding that all the rooms she looked into were empty. She saw a glass door up ahead and she half jogged, half stumbled over to it and she pushed it open. A bright light caused her to squint and lift a hand to shade her eyes. When her eyes adjusted she looked around and saw orange-yellow sand and blue sky above her. The light had been the sun. She couldn't even remember the last night she had been outside. Staggering forward through the sand, almost falling a couple of times, she turned in a slow circle, looking around. The only building in view was the very one she had come from. A small squeak escaped her lips before she turned and ran as far as she could, trying not to fall.

But she didn't get very far before a van pulled up in front of her and men in white suits with sunglasses on opened the door and dragged her inside of it. She didn't even have time to react. She was forced into a seat, where she sat quietly, staring at her lap and then the men sitting opposite her for who knows how long before the van took a sudden sharp left and they were all thrown to the side as the van almost tipped over. It righted itself somehow before it kept driving, the ride smooth, but a tense silence hung in the van the whole way. After who knows how many hours or days past before they came to a complete stop and the door was opened. One man that stood outside of the van held out his hand towards her and she hesitantly took it and stepped down from the van. Her blond fringe fell over her eyes and she moved her free hand to slip it back behind her ears before she looked around. They weren't in that place surrounded by sand anymore. There was green grass and buildings everywhere. And the stood in front of a very tall, fancy building and her mouth hung open in awe as the man who she still held the hand of led her into the building, not saying a word to her, just flashing a smile. These weren't the people she had spent her life with.. No, these people seemed nicer.

She stepped into the building, almost stumbling but her escort caught her before she fell and steadied her before they continued. She barely got a chance to look at the building before they stepped into a box and the man pressed a button with the number '14' on it and it lit up red. The doors slid closed and she looked around, bewildered. Suddenly, the box lurched and she staggered and the man caught her again. "An elevator," he told her and pointed upwards, "It takes us up that way." The young woman stared at him for a moment before she repeated "Ele...vator?" she said, cocking her head to the side and the man nodded. "Elevator" she repeated again and grinned at learning the word. It had been many years since she had uttered a word and her voice sound foreign and weird to her. Her tongue felt heavy from not speaking for so long as well. The elevator soon stopped and the doors slid open and they stepped out. They were in a hallway. and they turned to the right before continuing right to the end, skipping heaps of doors. They came to the end door and they knocked. "Come in!" a loud, confident female voice ordered and the man opened the door and stepped inside and she followed. In front of her was a middle aged woman, possibly around 35, with short mousy brown hair and brown eyes. She was fairly tall for a woman, standing a head taller than the young woman.

"Oh, dear," the woman said when she saw her and she stepped over to her, both her hands reaching up to cup her cheeks, "my, you are simply beautiful," she said with a bright smile, drawing the blonde into a hug. The young woman squeaked in surprise and she was instantly released. "I am terribly sorry, my dear," the woman said with a sigh. "Now, what is your name?" she asked and the blond stared at her with green eyes that didn't quite understand. "Na..me? My.. Name?" she asked with a confused blink. "Yes dear, your name.. My name is Sasha," she told her slowly, glancing at the man who escorted her here. He shook his head, "It seems she knows nothing.. at all," he told the woman named Sasha. "Well then," the woman said, straightening herself and pursing her lips. "What ever shall we do? Do you have any idea why they were keeping you in that room?" she asked, turning her brown gaze onto the young woman. She tensed slightly and shook her head, stepping behind her escort, like he would protect her in case the woman got mad. However, she merely sighed and ran a hand through her mousy bobbed hair. "It's alright, dear, I won't hurt you," she reassured her, but she stayed where she was, before her escort. "All right, well she needs some rest. Take her to room 587," she said, turning away with a slight wave of her hand. "Yes, Ma'am," he said and turned to the blond and smiled, taking her hand again, "come on," he said, leading her out.

They came to some rectangular shaped bricks stacked on top of each other, leading upwards. "Elevator?" she asked, staring at them. "no, these are called stairs. Similar to an elevator, they take us up, but we need to walk up them," he explained with a kind smile before leading her up the stairs. "Stairs," she said with a grin. By the time they got to the top of the stairs, she was panting slightly and she scurried to keep up with the man as he led her down a corridor. They soon came to a door with the number '587' written on the front of it in silver and he opened the door and gestured for her to go in, letting go of her hand. Stepping in side, she looked around before turning to look at the man. "Rest here," he told her gently before he went to shut the door. She stepped forward and he paused. "Yes?" he asked and she stared at him, trying to form a word, but not knowing. Instead, she shook her head and he said, "If you can't sleep, there is a television and books in the living room. Make yourself at home," he said and closed the door. She stared at it for a moment before she turned and looked around.

She found some sort of box with black glass and then she found some sort of remote. She pressed a red button in the top left corner and the box flashed on. she jumped, the remote clattering to the floor. She got to her hands and knees, picking up the remote before she crawled over to the box and stared at the people talking inside of it. She sat down, enthralled by it, listening to their words. She understood exactly what they meant, even though she had heard barely any word before this moment. For an hour or so, she tested words and trying to form sentences, but she had no idea if they were correct yet, as she had no one to ask. She lifted the remote and pressed the red button again, turning off the box before she stood and wandered through the rooms. There was a bathroom. she knew about them as her escorts would take her to one once, possibly twice a day to wash and relieve herself. She walked into a room and saw a mattress, blankets and pillows on a high frame. Was it safe to sleep on. The young woman stepped over to it, gingerly sitting on the edge, having no clue what the high frame around the mattress was for. However, it supported her without breaking, so a huge smile broke out over her face and she bounced on it slightly.

After she searched the rooms a couple more times, she went to the bed and curled up on it, falling asleep. She was exhausted.

An hour or so later, she woke with a scream. Pain shot through her back, concentrating on her shoulder blades. Sweat instantly beaded on her skin and she sat up on the bed, legs folded beneath her and she groaned. Another shot of searing pain laced its way through her, like something was tearing at her skin from the inside. A bone chilling scream escaped her mouth and she hunched forward, sweat covered forehead resting on the pillows. Her hands reached around, curling around her middle and her fingers stretched for her back. Her fingers met something wet and sticky and she pulled her hand back to see blood. Her eyes went round and she tried to reach around again and her finger tips grazed something protruding from her shoulder blades. She grasped it and yanked as hard as she could and she yelped. She sat up, a momentary relief from the pain and inspected what had come from her. It was covered in blood, but there was no mistake. It was a feather. But why? suddenly, another wave of pain swept through her and she fell forward again.

It felt like hours, days even before the pain finally subsided and she opened her eyes slowly. Red blotched the white blankets and something heavy hung from her back. She sat up and looked around. She could feel the dried blood on her back and she felt before she saw the wings. They were heavy and awkward. When she saw them, covered in blood but white beneath them, without even thinking of how bizarre it was to have wings, she raced to the bathroom and tripped off her dress, turning the shower on quickly, though only made it lukewarm. She lifted one heavy, useless wing and put it under she water. she sat down on the ground after she grabbed a couple bath cloths and started scrubbing them. Slowly, very slowly, the blood started coming out, showing the white feathers beneath. But she could only get the front halves of the wings, not the back. She couldn't reach. She stood up and tentively stepped under the water, her back numb so she barely even felt the water hitting her let alone the sharp sting as it washed her raw wounds where the wings had split her skin.

When she stepped from the shower and pulled her clothes back on, she dried what she could of her wings and just waited for them to dry completely before she walked over to the porch. Opening the door, she looked out at the view. Buildings were everywhere, in a relatively close distance there was the ocean. She tested her wings, lifting them and moving them up and down, spreading the feathers as much as she could. She stared at them in wonder before she looked around. Would they work if she tried to fly? Only one way to find out. The girl climbed up on the fence, balancing there for a moment before she jumped, wings spread. She thought she was falling... She was falling. She panicked for a short moment before she remembered that on the black box she saw a bird flapping its wings. So that's what she did. Though stiff and sore, she flapped her wings once, twice and then a few more times and she was no longer falling, but flying. She laughed gleefully and soared through the sky. But she only lasted a few minutes before her wings grew even heavier and exhaustion caught up with her. She tried as hard as she could to fight it, slowly lowering herself. But, about 10 metres from the ground, she lost consciousness.

She had no clue how long had passed before she opened her eyes. She had no idea where she was. The building looked abandoned. The roof had caved in and fallen, many large holes showing the sky. So that's how she had gotten in here. She sat up with a groan, a hand on her head as it pounded against her skull. Her green eyes scanned the building and then she noticed that her wings had vanished. However, when she thought about them, she could feel them, hiding in her back. Pushing herself to her feet, the young woman stumbled forward. falling back to her hands and knees. She was too weak to go anywhere.