Sasha Belov - Male - 30 - Avian hybrid - Location: At the lab
Sasha laid still for a while, the pain slowly decreasing with every breath. The burns on his skin faded by the minute, and the bruises seeped away. He eventually got to a point were he felt confident enough to answer the voice from the crate beside him.
"I'll be fine," He said, voice gravely and faintly accented. He shifted again, wincing and groaning softly until he felt as though he was as stretched out as possible. His knees were still bent, and his wings had no hope of spreading, but it was the best he could do.
McKenzie - Male - 17 - Eraser - Location: At the lab
It was hard to process what he'd just heard. A couple hours ago, Kenzie had walked in on two scientists discussing his fate. His 'expiration date' was in the near future; everyone knew it. He was one of the oldest erasers to the date. The debate had been whether they should let him live out his 'natural' lifespan before dissecting him, or to do it now while his organs were still functioning.
Kenzie hadn't stuck around to hear any more. The past hour was spent hiding in a corner, whimpering pitifully and trying to decide what to do. He'd finally made up his mind to escape; he didn't want to spend his last few hours, however many there were, in this lab. The only question was how to do it.
There was a rumor that one of the avian hybrids had once been a member of some military, and was under high risk of escape. Kenzie figure that, if anyone could help him, perhaps he could.




