Azura's Dream Journal

[Azura]

Dreams of the Fallen

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Property of Experiment 1511.

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[Azura]

March 12

Little feet would carry the small redhead bounding down the hallway after her new favorite toy. It was a shiny red, rubber ball that Father had bought her to make up for the mean things he had done to her the other night. He promised, again, that he would not do any more testing on her, and being a child of only eight, who had lived her entire life (that she kne of) sheltered and closed off from the world....she believed him.

Giggling happily, her white dress flowed about her legs, pooling upon the white tiled floors and dragging quickly behind her. Two small hands would reach down, gathering up the excess of her skirt to avoid tripping on it, as a pair of white angel wings protruded from her back, swaying idly with her every move.

They were an extension of herself, so it was no surprise really that they moved so fluidly and gracefully. As a matter of fact, as far as she was aware, she had been born with them. Little 1511, completely unaware that she was a genetically altered child...Oblivious to the fact that she was nothing more than the product of years of research and carefully timed and calculated injections. No, in her innocent little mind, she was, and had always been, exactly what Father told her she was.

His little Angel.

Watching as the ball bounded off around the corner, 1511, who had yet to grasp the concept of having a name, would laugh softly and pick up the pace just a bit. Already she was faster than mostly all the other children in The Facility...able to move with more grace and precision than any of them. In fact, save for a few hiccups in her design, she was almost flawless.

The sound of her laughter echoing off the starch white walls of The Facility, she would slide quickly around the corner, expecting fully to come upon her ball which should have stopped rolling by this point. What she had not been expecting, was for her ball to have led her straight into the play area of the other children who were housed here in The Facility.

Somehow she must have gotten turned around while playing, not having realized where shew was, and unable to read just yet so the signs labeling what was what were nothing but a foreign language to her. Had she known, she would never have allowed her ball to roll this far, nor would she have chased after it so merrily. No, she would have gone and gotten one of the nurses to come and get it for her, or better yet, she would have simply asked Father if he could buy her a new one.

But it was too late now, her bare feet skidding to a halt upon the cold floor of the playroom as the smile instantly fell from her perfectly formed lips. A tangle of red locks spilling down into her face, as the sudden chatter and laughter of the play area seemed to cease all at once, the silence now so deafening that she was certain she could hear the her heart beating within her chest.

Very slowly, her small hand would reach up and push her hair back from within her face. Hazel eyes settling upon the other children who now all stood staring at her as though she were some sort of monster, some sort of....freak.

"Look at what the cat drug in guys! A smelly, rotten, dead mouse!" The other kids bursting into a fit of laughter, as the biggest boy in the group, Experiment 7756, stepped forward...that shiny red ball gripped firmly between his rather meaty fingers.

He was not the brightest of the bunch, but his size made the other's cling to him as if he were a God. Yet all that attention did not prove to quiet him. No, he wanted to be the number one child in the entire Facility, and he wanted the one thing that 1511 hand and he didn't. He wanted Father's attention and "love."

"Give it back please." Her voice managing to make it through the roars of laughter as he approached. The sound of her voice though childlike, very much the same soft, soothing pitch that it would always be. Yet in a crowd full of bullies, who wanted nothing more than to destroy the pretty little Angel girl...it did nothing but prove to incite their anger more.

A sudden shove sending her forward, just as a hand would grab hold of her right wing, jerking upon it hard enough that it drew a sharp yelp of pain from the little redhead. Her response simply causing the others to laugh harder, as more kids joined in, jerking at her right wing, and then her left, ignoring the cries of pain that were issued and instead seemingly trying to draw more from the now trembling little figure.

Shoved once more, she would collide with something. Though in the confusion she was hard pressed to tell what it was exactly. But whatever it had been, had been hard enough to draw blood from her nose...feeling the warm, sweet smelling fluid as it dripped from her nose and over her mouth...staining the front of her pretty white gown beyond repair.

Still the didn't stop them, and as she ended up upon the ground, a small scream would be given to try and call for help over the laughing and taunting of the other kids.

"You kids get out of here. Now!!"

A loud, booming voice would echo throughout the entire playroom, resounding off the walls and even drawing a few squeaks and yelps of surprise from the other kids as they began to scatter like rats on a sinking ship. The lead of the group, the big, burly boy the first one out, dropping her ball as he ran, though not without having squeezed it hard enough to pop it, so that it fell the floor with a soft little "splat" and laid there, lifelessly.

Not that the little angel girl could tell right now. No, where she had been, there was now a small white ball of feathers, trembling and sniffling as smudges of blood stained her all too perfect wings. At some point she had managed to get them up around her, to protect herself. Now, well now she was just far too frightened to come out even though the kicks against her wings had ceased and the laughter had faded away.

In her mind, she could still hear them laughing, just as real as if they still stood around her. However, regardless of what she might have thought was happening, a pair of very large hands would reach out and pluck the small girl up from where she curled into herself. Hazel eyes only then daring to peek over the tip top of her wings, to fall upon that familiar face which brought about feelings of familiarity and security.

"Father!"

Her wings uncurling just enough so that her little arms could wrap tightly about his neck, face buried into such as she sobbed almost uncontrollably.

"Why do they hate me so much Father? I just want to be their friend."

The words seeming to leave her lips of their own accord, though that did not make them any less warranted. Her sniffles and trembling body making it all too apparent that the treatment given to her by the other children indeed weighed heavily on the young child's mind.

"Because you my Angel are special, and people always hate and shun the most special of things in the world. If you cannot be like everyone else, then they have no room for you in their world."

His arms holding her gently as he began to make his way back down the hall toward her room, shushing her as she cried harder still, shaking her head, not really understanding what he was saying. "Will I ever be normal Father?" Unable to hide the clear evidence of hope that filled her words, even through her tears.

Yet that hope was met with a rather disapproving glare as he turned the corner and entered the bright white room that she called home, plopping her down onto the bed, only to kneel before her and grip her firmly about both arms. Firmly, he would give her a good shake to make sure she was paying attention before speaking, those eyes, forever hidden behind his glasses, making it clear he was not to be argued with on this point he was about to make.

"No. You will never, ever be a normal little girl, and you must remember what they will do to you if they ever find out how special you really are. They will turn you into a science project. They will cut you apart bit by bit. They will make fun of you, laugh at you, ridicule you. Do you understand one five one one? You will NEVER be normal, so you have to always beware of those who are. Never trust them. Not even once."

Her eyes widened with fear, still streaked red from her tears...she would whimper and reach out to snatch up her teddy bear. The story he told one that put fear into her, made her scared to ever step foot outside the facility. All she could do was nod, which was apparently enough....as it was soon met with a light pat to the top of her head before that large metal door to her room slammed closed, once more sealing her within and leaving her with nothing but her thoughts and her single teddy bear to keep her company.

The little girl laying down upon the bed and curling up, crying softly into the bear until she finally was able to drift off into a restless sleep.

She shot awake, tears streaking down her face as she struggled to catch her breath. Somehow or another she had fallen asleep again, and as always, she was not thrust into a land of make believe like so many others talked about, but instead she was pushed straight into reliving a moment from her past. She could never have a normal dream, which seemed to only drive home those words which were issued from within that dream.

"You will never be normal..."

The thought making her stomach turn as she rolled over on her bed and pulled the blanket up around herself just a bit more, One hand idly moving to brush her fingers along the black feathers of her wings..She would not sleep again tonight, that was for sure...But that didn't mean she couldn't lay here and continue to replay the memory in her mind....Over and over again....