free flight ( glassea && carrie dee )

[glassea]

welp, i honestly thought i had better gifs.
oh well.
don't post if you're not me or - carrie dee.

[glassea]

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ｆｏｕｒｔｅｅｎ ａｎｄ ｕｎｃｏｎｔｒｏｌｌａｂｌｅ




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ｅｉｇｈｔｅｅｎ ａｎｄ ｃｏｌｌｅｃｔｅｄ

[carrie dee.]

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[glassea]

❝ ａｓｔｅｒ ❞

xxxxxxaster is running. she's running because if she doesn't run, they'll catch her - her and the others. and as the cool, collected one; aster cannot let that happen. well, she revises mentally, i don't have to worry about oliver at least. just the... other two. the other two she and oliver had just rescued from their dog cages in the school, the ones whose names she still did not know. there hadn't been time for introductions. it was run or die, and though the other two avian-human hybrids were younger, they seem to recognize that. and now they race through the hallways lined with locked doors and gurneys, the scent of antiseptic in every gasped breath, trying to find a way out. they were almost to an exit - aster has an uncanny sense of direction - and they are headed for the service door whose lock oliver'd picked in an attempt to rescue any experiments [like themselves] they could. if they got out, it would be a success. if they didn't everyone would end up being experimented on. but that's not going to happen, astrid tells herself firmly. no way.
xxxxxxthen she spots it - a door up ahead helpfully marked "exit". astrid glances back and sees the erasers, monstrous human-wolf hybrids, gaining. the bird kids are fast. the erasers are just ever so slightly faster. astrid swings back around and huffs out a panicked "hurry!" no one needs to be told that but they should be speeding up anyways. they reach the door and aster slams against it; she's in the lead. damn. locked. and there's no time. the erasers are almost on them. desperate to aviod a fight in a confined space, a fight she'll surely lose, aster shakes the handle frantically and the doors pop open. huh, she gets lucky for once. just jammed. aster darts out into the light of the afternoon sun. there's no time for aster to let her eyes adjust to the sun, so she's practically blind as she spins around to face the door. but aster needs to make sure everyone gets out safely, or else she'll never forgive herself.




❝ ｌｙｅｌｌ ❞

xxxxxxlyell is in pain. whatever they injected into his system this morning burns, like liquid fire running through his veins, or the sharp pain of a thousand cramps whenever he moves a muscles. but he keeps running because he wants out. theo is in front of him, but she doesn't seem to be as slowed down as he is. behind lyell is an older boy who picked the lock on his cage and dragged him to his feet. in front of theo is the girl that smashed a whitecoat in the face with the heel of her foot, driving her foot into his nose. it all seemed to be no more than a blur of pain to lyell, it had happened so fast. but now he is running and wincing at every step. it hurts like hell. except his mantra is simple - he's not going back, not ever. he'd rather die.
xxxxxxand he might die if he doesn't keep running, because the erasers are gaining but lyell's falling behind. this is not good. "hurry!" shouts the girl in the front and lyell wants to tell her to shut it because he's trying, he really is, but his body and mind feel disconnected and isolated from each other especially. his thought are becoming long rambling strings of words as he gets more and more tired but he's not going back, not going back; never again will he be an experiment. then he's running out of a door and there's grass under his bare feet. lyell hasn't breathed air that doesn't smell like a hospital for so long he's almost forgotten what it smells like. but not quite - he's still able to identify it. the sun is blinding and it hurts his eyes, burns through the lids he's closed automatically. but raptor vision does have its advantages. he feels his eyes adjust relatively quickly. then lyell remembers the circumstances of this quick breath of freedom. he turns to face the door, his muscles still feeling like pure acid from whatever they gave him that morning.


{ this is crap. really short crap. }

[glassea]

this thread has been bump'd!

[carrie dee.]

( posting soon! )