Virginia observed Rose carefully. She was impassive and wasn't letting any emotion or thought cross her face. She was leaning against the wall so casually she looked like she was bored but if anyone was paying close attention they could see past it. She swallowed hard, keeping her futures concealed.
Poor Rose. She didn't deserve this. She shut her eyes and inhaled deeply before reopening them and continuing to observe her - but not in a way that seemed like she looked down upon her. It was a way to let her know she considered her an equal.
After ten minutes of silence and feeling stares, Shay thought she might explode. She was not lab equipment to be stared at. She was a living and breathing human with her rights. What was their problem?
She sucked in a deep breathe and let it out, then froze as the door opened. Shay whirled around and to her surprise managed to get to her feet without difficulty. Score. Now if she could remember something — anything — it would be even better.
She smirked and narrowed her eyes, standing defensively. About half a dozen or so scientists had walked into her room and now paused. A few seemed even alarmed. The fact she was standing and looking as she did seemed to be frightening them. Why would it? Did they think she'd attack them? Shay cocked her head to one side as if daring them to come at her nonetheless and smiled slyly. Someone taking notes chuckled slightly behind her and the sound of scribbling on paper became louder.
She tossed black hair over her shoulder, still not used to it's length or how tall she had grown. Her expression changed briefly at the thought of it and then the expressionless "come-at-me" attitude washed over her and she was practically glaring at them. She was intimidated however and she was tensing but wouldn't let it show. Had she remembered her old life or anything of her past, she'd have realized how many fights she used to get into for defending people. It was one of the reasons why her nose was broken or so she'd have thought.
"Experiment 13," began a Doctor calmly and almost soothingly as if she were a tiger about to pounce. Shay's silvery-gray moonlit eyes locked on him and he took a step back, making her smirk but continued speaking anyway. "We need to be careful with this one. She's one of them." Sure these freaks needed to be careful with her —heck, she was a human being — but what did they mean she was one of them? What was 'them?' Utter bewilderment showed on her expression before it morphed back to its original expression. Perhaps she also looked amused and maybe even entertained, but she would not show fear or intimidation.
"She's one of them?" repeated one and stared at her intently. "Does she talk? Can she talk?" She then narrowed her light brown eyes at her in question. Shay shrugged not even knowing if she could. Confusion, irritation, amazement and wistfulness filled her. The scientist sighed as if this was a horrible reply. They began talking before finally approaching her.
"We need to do some experiments, sweetie," said another scientist. Shay froze. Experiments — what kind of experiments? The thought must've reflected her expression because they said, "You'll see."
And see she did. They had ended up restraining her on her bed after she began fighting relentlessly in order to escape the experiments. She had done everything she could and tried her hardest but had lost in the end. It was clear she was a natural fighter which seemed to scare them even more.
It was painful, and Shay had a high pain tolerance. Not that she'd admit it out loud, but that had been hell. She had been in pain and to those watching closely they could tell. Still she had been tough and sucked it in and had not let it show. For some reason they had found her back interesting and had poked it repeatedly with scientific equipment. They used needle after needle, sample after sample... She'd honestly lost track of how much they had done. There were snatches of phrases she caught though.
"...this medicine should work."
"Yeah it will, or it should. Experiment 18 was terminated with this though. Hopefully she's tougher...."
"...Aww, I liked eighteen..."
"Maybe there's a cure..."
"Some of us are figuring it out or trying to."
"Careful where you say that..."
"..does this thing remember anything..."
"Let's test that out."
The snatches of conversation she heard made no sense. All she knew was someone died after they tested a medicine on them yet miraculously she wasn't dying or anything. It seemed to have impressed them and some of them weren't glaring or staring at her with contempt anymore, but almsot with an alliance in their wary glances. None of them looked sympathetic or caring at all. To be honest they seemed afraid of her.
Shay's body felt numb by the time it had ended and tingly. Everything ached and she had a massive headache coming on. Bandages covered her body from head-to foot. The one around her head was keeping black strands of hair out of her eyes and she was almost thankful for that. Throughout the experiments and nonsense they did, she had remained silent, probably giving the notion to them she couldn't speak. Could she? Should she? Shay didn't know and wouldn't speak until it became absolutely necessary — if she could, anyway.
Finally they left, jotting down notes and other observations. She was left in a white night gown that hung around her the middle of her thighs. She seemed too tall to have them come down the way they were supposed to. With a silent sigh, Shay folded her arms and stared at the remaining scientists.
"You can come have lunch now," he began monotonously and began to fidget. "In the cafe with the other kids. Your brother James will be accompanying you. Yes, you have a brother —he is your twin." He added after grinning at her surprised expression. Without further explanation the man departed, telling her she'd be escorted once outside the room where she could reunite with her twin.
Sadly, she didn't remember him either but the name felt familiar to her. That was a start.
Stealing some time, she looked in the mirror and looked at her reflection once more. Since she could stand now, she scrutinized her body. She had really gotten tall, and her hair was so long! Why hadn't they cut it?! She looked like Rapunzel. She sighed, ran a hand through her hair as she avoided the bandage, and turned to leave. However, something on her back caught her eye and she spun on her heels to look once more.
Something was poking out of her back. Shay tentatively touched it and froze. Her eyes widened. Soft feathers greeted her hand and she inhaled loudly and sharply, alarming the people observing her. Shay ran in circle like a dog chasing its tail and finally caught full sight of what was on her back.
Large black wings were half-furled against her back, half-unfurled. Shay thought she had seen a ghost too and looked over her shoulder at her wings. They... They had given her wings unless this was some sick joke or nightmare but after the experiments, she was beginning to doubt it was fake. She checked her hands and feet and gasped. They weren't human nails at all but were razor sharp almost-claw and talon like nails. She touched her face as if to make sure they were human features as if her reflection had lied to her and sighed in relief.
Finally unable to stand this nonsense anymore, Shay darted for the door and sprang out of it as if she were escaping jail.