Dave woke with a shudder and hit his back against a collection of metal bars as he tried to sit up. Looking around, he grimaced at the sight of the lab outside of his cage. White gloves, the stench of sanitation, and needles flashed before his eyes as the nostalgia finally hit. He hated needles and everything of the like in that stupid lab. The lab workers had been taking him in periodically in last week and the tests were hell. They were so painful and so... So violating! When talking about it with John, he tried to sound nonchalant and cool, but in actuality he was terrified of what would happen to him when they finished their gruesome tests.

Soon there were rustling sounds towards what seemed to be the door and it opened, revealing a blinding light to Dave's sensitive eyes. Damn, he really wished he had those shades right now. Two men had entered the room as Dave was left to some of his reminiscing. He jolted back to reality, however, when one of the men opened the cage and the other went to turn on another blinding light. Even though Dave moved back as far as he could, the man still grabbed his arm with a grip enough to leave a bruise and pried him from the barred metal box roughly.

After that he was simply strapped to the freezing metal table in the middle of the room, wings open to their full length of a little over eight feet, and left there. All the workers did after that was leave. The blonde was left there his own thoughts for what was seemingly hours before anyone came in. Honestly, he wished no one had come in at all. Especially since the person who entered was the man that John called father.

He walked over and Dave was practically trembling with fear. God dammit where was John. Or Jade. Or Bro. Or just anyone! Anyone who could save him from any of the possible scarring things that was about to happen. John's Dad walked over to a small table to Dave's right and picked up a small pair of scissors before clearing his throat and beginning to talk in his deep, intimidating voice. "There are ways we have for breaking our prisoners." He mused. "For some, it's a simple beating. Others, it's the murder of a sibling or close friend. For you, I think I'll try something different."

Suddenly John's father was uncomfortably close to Dave's wings and his body became plagued with tremors. He picked up a small book from the table and flicked it open swiftly. The small pair of scissors was hovering dangerously close to Dave's feathers and when the first small snipping sound was heard, he couldn't help but let the tears flow from his closed eyes. More snips could be heard afterwards and the tears flowed faster.

A million things began to race through his head. Was he doing this methodically or was he just cutting random feathers? Why was this happening? What did he do to John? Would he be able to fly after this? Shit he's cutting so much. After what seemed like hours droning on with the painful sound of the scissors clipping he finally stopped and Dave cracked open a puffy red eye to see the damage done. There were bright orange feathers littered all across the floor. Though there was no physical pain, the emotional pain was evident on his face. "You're a fucking monster!" he yelled through sobs, "What the hell is wrong with you!?"

John's father chuckled, "It's quite simple, actually." he called a few men in and continued to speak. One of the men brought a needle to Dave's vein in the crook of his elbow. "I simply hate those who are not as normal as me and my son." Then he let out a blood curdling laugh as he faded and the world around him faded to blackness.

Hallo. I have not updated in forever and I do feel very bad. So, I am sorry, but I did sort of go through a small thing of writer's block and then also laziness. But okay, let's talk about this chapter a bit. It was a horrible thing to write and I do feel so bad for it. BUT! There is good things coming up and I hope that they'll make up for this chapter! So, please, as always, review and favourite and follow if you haven't already! Also, I will be taking suggestions for the plot line from this point on, so if there's something you'd like to happen I'll try my best to put it in! See you in chapter eight!