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“Oh, great. I was just sitting here thinking, ‘How can things get any worse?’ and they threw you in here. Real funny!” Josh shouted to no one in particular.

I barely even heard him. He was as distant as the buzz of traffic was. For a second I lay there on the floor, my mind going completely blank. The next second I was on feet scurrying around the room frantically looking for a way out. No windows. Just the door. The locked door. I became hysterical and started hyperventilating and thinking there was no way out. I sprinted to the door and slammed into it to see if it would break, but it didn’t. The physical pain when it didn’t budge was dull compared to the striking emotional pain. There was no escape. I beat on the door madly.

“Let me out! Let me out! LET ME OUT!” I screamed.

Josh just shook his head. “Stop. They’re not going to do anything, and you’re giving me a headache.”

I was sobbing now as I beat on the door repeating things such as, “Help! Let me out! I didn’t do anything to deserve this!” Eventually I broke down, ending my screams with, “Don’t you know?! Don’t you know???” I fell back a step in surprise when the door opened. There was a man standing in the door way. He was about 6’5 and looked like he could step on me at any moment, but I wanted to hug him I was so grateful. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” I repeated, still crying. Then he curled his fist in a ball, and hit me on the head. Everything was darkness from then on.

~~~

I woke up in a cot in a different white room. This one had sunlight pouring through the windows and looked kind of like a nice hospital room. My eyes took a little while to adjust to the light, and it was hard for me to sit up, as I was really sore. I felt the bandage on my head, remembering what had happened. How long had I been out? I looked at a clock on the wall. It was eight o’clock in the morning.

What?!, I thought. I was unconscious through the rest of the night and through the morning? I shifted my weight and stumbled out of my bed, only to be lightheaded and dizzy. There was a mirror on the wall next to the clock and above the sink. I stared at it, in even more surprise. The right sleeve of my shirt had been rolled up and bandaged. Carefully removing it to see what had happened to my shoulder, I gasped at the sight of it. The image of a black bat smiling with white fangs and glowing red eyes stared back at me. They knocked me unconscious and tattooed me? What the heck?!

Suddenly the door to my room creaked open slowly and a nurse peeked in. The tray of food she had in her hands dropped when she saw me standing there. I winced at the loud noise of the crashing food; she didn’t even seem to notice. After a couple seconds, she snapped out of it enough to stutter a sentence to me. “This…this...is y-your f-food. So s-sorry I interr-rrupted you, m’am.” Then she backed away from me like I was the plague and speed walked down the hall.

Suddenly I heard a shout from down the hall followed by loud footsteps. “She’s awake?”

A guy that seemed to be in his late fifties walked into my room. He wore a lab coat and had greying hair with bright blue eyes. He slowly approached me as I gave him a blank stare. Who was this? Stopping a couple feet away from me, his eyes glowed with anticipation. “Angel?” He said tentively. I took a step back cautiously.

“Yes?” I replied, looking at the door. I could get around him if I needed to, but who knows how many people are in that hallway waiting to catch me.

He motioned to the cot I had woken up on. “Please, take a seat. I’m not here to do you harm, I’m here to explain things.” I sat down, never taking my eyes off of him. Wincing because of the pain from the cut on my head where the guy had hit me last night. I put my hand over the bandage to help block the pain.

He sat down in a chair near me, saying, “Ah, sorry about that. We didn’t exactly...erm…realize how extreme your claustrophobia was.” He gave me an apologetic look. I just stared back as he grew uncomfortable. Suddenly he gave me his best smile. “I forgot to introduce myself. I’m Dr. Conald. I’m one of the original scientists that, um, helped with the experiment seventeen years ago.” If that was supposed to make me like him more then it failed. It actually made me want to choke him. I dug my nails in to my skin to keep myself from hitting him. He gave me a nervous look then saw that I had unbandaged my shoulder already, revealing the new tattoo I had been given. “I see you’ve discovered your label.”

My curiosity overwhelmed me at this moment, so I asked about the ‘label’ he was talking about. “Label?”

“Goodness have they told you nothing?” He grinned excitedly. Something was wrong with this doctor. “Well, as you know you’ve been taken here because you had an experiment done on you when you were an unborn infant. You’re an animal child.” I grimaced at the name, as it made me sound like an unruly child who needed to be locked up. He didn’t seem to notice my distaste for the name, though.

“What animal am I?” I asked.

This is where he paused. This was where fear filled his eyes. His hesitation told me I wasn’t one of the kinder animals. My anxiety increased.

“You’re a vampire bat.” He spoke. That hung in the air as I processed the words.

“I’m what?!” I asked, horrified.

He sighed. “A vampire bat.”

I just blankly stared at him for a moment, then followed up with a, “The kind that drinks blood?!”

He lowered his voice so only I could hear. “Yes. A Desmodus Rotundus to be exact. It’s the most common one. It feeds on any living mammal. But your only hope of getting out of here is if I tell them that there is a strong chance that you are the Diaemus youngi, the white winged vampire bat, as that bat only feeds on a few animals such as goats. They won’t perceive you as a danger then.”

“Oh.” I whispered, my mind freezing up.

He spoke louder now. “I’m going to go get Josh so we can all talk about you two being the only animal children in this state.”

That got me. “Wait a minute; we’re the only ones in the state?” I said, disbelieving. “Why are we the only ones in this state?!” I repeated more frantically.

“All part of the experiment,” He answered me, winking as he got up and told the nurse to go get Josh. He then sat back down on his original chair. “By the way, Josh is part dog, just to let you know.” I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at that.

Soon Josh was in the doorway, giving everyone suspicious looks. Eager to get on with it, I said, “Come on, Josh. Get in here. He doesn’t bite.”

“Yeah, but you do.” He scoffed. I winced; it was too early for jokes. Josh sat down in the chair farthest from me, waiting for the Dr. Conald to speak.

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“Oh, great. I was just sitting here thinking, ‘How can things get any worse?’ and they threw you in here. Real funny!” Josh shouted to no one in particular.

I barely even heard him. He was as distant as the buzz of traffic was. For a second I lay there on the floor, my mind going completely blank. The next second I was on feet scurrying around the room frantically looking for a way out. No windows. Just the door. The locked door. I became hysterical and started hyperventilating and thinking there was no way out. I sprinted to the door and slammed into it to see if it would break, but it didn’t. The physical pain when it didn’t budge was dull compared to the striking emotional pain. There was no escape. I beat on the door madly.

“Let me out! Let me out! LET ME OUT!” I screamed.

Josh just shook his head. “Stop. They’re not going to do anything, and you’re giving me a headache.”

I was sobbing now as I beat on the door repeating things such as, “Help! Let me out! I didn’t do anything to deserve this!” Eventually I broke down, ending my screams with, “Don’t you know?! Don’t you know???” I fell back a step in surprise when the door opened. There was a man standing in the door way. He was about 6’5 and looked like he could step on me at any moment, but I wanted to hug him I was so grateful. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” I repeated, still crying. Then he curled his fist in a ball, and hit me on the head. Everything was darkness from then on.

~~~

I woke up in a cot in a different white room. This one had sunlight pouring through the windows and looked kind of like a nice hospital room. My eyes took a little while to adjust to the light, and it was hard for me to sit up, as I was really sore. I felt the bandage on my head, remembering what had happened. How long had I been out? I looked at a clock on the wall. It was eight o’clock in the morning.

What?!, I thought. I was unconscious through the rest of the night and through the morning? I shifted my weight and stumbled out of my bed, only to be lightheaded and dizzy. There was a mirror on the wall next to the clock and above the sink. I stared at it, in even more surprise. The right sleeve of my shirt had been rolled up and bandaged. Carefully removing it to see what had happened to my shoulder, I gasped at the sight of it. The image of a black bat smiling with white fangs and glowing red eyes stared back at me. They knocked me unconscious and tattooed me? What the heck?!

Suddenly the door to my room creaked open slowly and a nurse peeked in. The tray of food she had in her hands dropped when she saw me standing there. I winced at the loud noise of the crashing food; she didn’t even seem to notice. After a couple seconds, she snapped out of it enough to stutter a sentence to me. “This…this...is y-your f-food. So s-sorry I interr-rrupted you, m’am.” Then she backed away from me like I was the plague and speed walked down the hall.

Suddenly I heard a shout from down the hall followed by loud footsteps. “She’s awake?”

A guy that seemed to be in his late fifties walked into my room. He wore a lab coat and had greying hair with bright blue eyes. He slowly approached me as I gave him a blank stare. Who was this? Stopping a couple feet away from me, his eyes glowed with anticipation. “Angel?” He said tentively. I took a step back cautiously.

“Yes?” I replied, looking at the door. I could get around him if I needed to, but who knows how many people are in that hallway waiting to catch me.

He motioned to the cot I had woken up on. “Please, take a seat. I’m not here to do you harm, I’m here to explain things.” I sat down, never taking my eyes off of him. Wincing because of the pain from the cut on my head where the guy had hit me last night. I put my hand over the bandage to help block the pain.

He sat down in a chair near me, saying, “Ah, sorry about that. We didn’t exactly...erm…realize how extreme your claustrophobia was.” He gave me an apologetic look. I just stared back as he grew uncomfortable. Suddenly he gave me his best smile. “I forgot to introduce myself. I’m Dr. Conald. I’m one of the original scientists that, um, helped with the experiment seventeen years ago.” If that was supposed to make me like him more then it failed. It actually made me want to choke him. I dug my nails in to my skin to keep myself from hitting him. He gave me a nervous look then saw that I had unbandaged my shoulder already, revealing the new tattoo I had been given. “I see you’ve discovered your label.”

My curiosity overwhelmed me at this moment, so I asked about the ‘label’ he was talking about. “Label?”

“Goodness have they told you nothing?” He grinned excitedly. Something was wrong with this doctor. “Well, as you know you’ve been taken here because you had an experiment done on you when you were an unborn infant. You’re an animal child.” I grimaced at the name, as it made me sound like an unruly child who needed to be locked up. He didn’t seem to notice my distaste for the name, though.

“What animal am I?” I asked.

This is where he paused. This was where fear filled his eyes. His hesitation told me I wasn’t one of the kinder animals. My anxiety increased.

“You’re a vampire bat.” He spoke. That hung in the air as I processed the words.

“I’m what?!” I asked, horrified.

He sighed. “A vampire bat.”

I just blankly stared at him for a moment, then followed up with a, “The kind that drinks blood?!”

He lowered his voice so only I could hear. “Yes. A Desmodus Rotundus to be exact. It’s the most common one. It feeds on any living mammal. But your only hope of getting out of here is if I tell them that there is a strong chance that you are the Diaemus youngi, the white winged vampire bat, as that bat only feeds on a few animals such as goats. They won’t perceive you as a danger then.”

“Oh.” I whispered, my mind freezing up.

He spoke louder now. “I’m going to go get Josh so we can all talk about you two being the only animal children in this state.”

That got me. “Wait a minute; we’re the only ones in the state?” I said, disbelieving. “Why are we the only ones in this state?!” I repeated more frantically.

“All part of the experiment,” He answered me, winking as he got up and told the nurse to go get Josh. He then sat back down on his original chair. “By the way, Josh is part dog, just to let you know.” I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at that.

Soon Josh was in the doorway, giving everyone suspicious looks. Eager to get on with it, I said, “Come on, Josh. Get in here. He doesn’t bite.”

“Yeah, but you do.” He scoffed. I winced; it was too early for jokes. Josh sat down in the chair farthest from me, waiting for the Dr. Conald to speak.