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There is nothing better than flying. It's the one time Sariel can be truly free. And days like today make it that much better. The sky is blue above him with only a few clouds. A gentle wind flows through his hair and feathers. It takes very little effort for him to fly in weather like this. His mind can wander with no more direction than his flying.

As a shadow passes over him, Sariel pays little attention to it. With technology on the rise, he's gotten used to the shadows of planes flying above him.

Something suddenly drops over him. It tangles in his wings and limbs. The more Sariel tries to maneuver himself out of whatever it is, the more tangled he becomes. With it around his wings, he can't stay in the air. He's falling, and fast. All Sariel can do is brace himself for impact.

Hitting the ground hard, his breath is knocked out of him. He just sort of lies there, stunned. Now Sariel realizes that it's a net over him. He can try and get out of it now that he isn't trying to stay in the air. Suddenly, there's a sharp pain in his shoulder. Looking down, he sees a dart imbedded in his skin. That doesn't make any sense to him. He looks up. There are figures coming towards him, but they're backed by the sun so he can't make out their features. And then the world begins to go fuzzy around the edges.

"Whaa." Sariel mutters, unable to form complete thoughts. He fights the affects of the drugs, but it's useless. The world slowly goes completely dark.

The first thing that Sariel is aware of is the sound of machinery. It's an unfamiliar sound to him. He spends so much time away from it. He can't figure out why he hears it now. Then he realizes he's stretched out on his back on something hard. It's a table or something wide enough that his wings don't hang over the edge, but narrow enough that they also aren't at their full span. Without opening his eyes Sariel tries to sit up, but fails. He finds that he's restrained by the wrists and the ankles.

Sariel opens his eyes quickly, maybe too quickly. His eyes hurt against the unnatural florescent lights. The room he's in is done in neutral but bright colors. Everything seems so washed out. Even the people in the room look pale and unnatural. The room is filled with strange machines that Sariel doesn't recognize. He doesn't know much about technology anyway. Most of the people look at the machines. Very few of them are really paying any attention to him. Sariel does notice that no one comes close enough for him to touch them. Not that he'd be able to with his hands restrained.

One of the people comes closer. It's a man, wearing a white coat and a nametag that reads "Dr Corbin." Still not completely close, the man peers at Sariel. After licking his lips with a dry tongue, Sariel tries to talk.

"Wha-" Sariel coughs. "What's going on? Why am I here?"

"You don't exist." Dr. Corbin says simply. Sariel frowns in confusion.

"What?" Of course he exists.

"You have people believing you're magic. They believe you're some kind of angel. That of course is impossible. You must be a biologically engineered creature. And if someone else created you, then so can we, once we unlock your secrets."

Sariel just stares in surprise. He can't believe what he's hearing. And yet, on the other hand, it makes him think of something he remembers the father saying. The father had warned him about this happening. Somehow he had known that the humans would stop believing in magic. Of course, this warning hadn't helped any.

"Dr. Menke, will you be kind as to administer the next dosage."

Sariel watches Dr. Corbin suspiciously. It isn't Dr. Corbin who moves forward however. A pretty young woman comes closer to Sariel, though still not close enough to touch. He notices that he's connected by a length of tubing to some kind of strange bag on a pole. Never really having been in a hospital before, he doesn't know it's an I.V. Dr. Menke has a syringe in her hands. Sariel does recognize that. He watches as she inserts the needle of the syringe into part of the bag. She injects a clear liquid into the bag. Then she steps away.

No one says anything directly to Sariel now. He's left wondering what it was Dr. Menke injected into the bag and how it will affect him. He doesn't have to wait long. His vision begins to go cloudy, like before.

"No." Sariel moans just before his world goes black again.

His existence is narrowed down to the moments between the darkness. Even when he's awake, everything remains clouded and muffled. Sariel doesn't know exactly what they're doing to him while he's out of it, but almost every time he wakes up again, something new hurts. He's aware that they've broken his wings, as well as plucked his feathers. He knows that they've taken tissue samples the hard way. Often he still feels the sticky heat of blood on his skin.

Sariel has no idea what length of time has passed. There are no windows, and no indication whether it's day or night. For all he knows, years could have passed, though he doubts it.

He's half in and out of it when he hears two familiar voices. One male and the other female. He recognizes the male voice as belonging to Dr. Corbin, and the female voice is Dr. Menke.

"Trust the results if you won't trust your own eyes," Dr. Menke says, sounding upset. "We've run the tests several times, and the answers are all the same. He is natural. There is nothing artificial about him."

"Dr. Menke, don't tell me that you then believe him to be an angel."

"I-I'm not sure what I believe he is, but I know what the test results say he isn't. He is not a genetically created being."

"The results are wrong. We will see more soon. It's time for the final tests. We will learn much more from an autopsy. Check the readings a final time while he's still alive. I'm going to go and get the injection."

Sariel can hear Dr. Corbin leave. Afterwards, he hears Dr. Menke sigh. A moment passes, and he can feel her near him, rather than see her. Her face then fills his field of vision and she looks surprised.

"You're awake."

Sariel just stares at her. At least Dr. Menke has the grace to look uncomfortable. He can tell she realizes he heard everything. She blushes.

"I'm supposed to check your vitals." Dr. Menke says softly. "But, can I get you anything?"

"Water," Sariel manages to croak out.

Dr. Menke nods. She leaves his field of vision again. Sariel waits. It doesn't take long before he can see her again. Now she has a glass of water in her hands. Dr. Menke holds it carefully to his mouth. The water is just about the sweetest thing Sariel's tasted in a long time. He almost misses the fact that as Dr. Menke holds the glass to his mouth, her thumb brushes against his bottom lip.

Sariel's aware enough to realize just killing her wouldn't get him out of this place. She'd be dead, and he'd still be restrained. Instead, he uses what little energy he has to rip knowledge out of her mind. Dr. Menke cries out. It isn't a pleasant experience. Sariel doesn't exactly enjoy either. He doesn't have enough control to distinguish between what would be helpful and what wouldn't. That means he ends up getting everything, right down to personal memories. But through all the noise, he picks up one thing he'd forgotten. He figures out the thing that might just get him out of here.

Sariel shifts his power. Dr. Menke falls to the ground. The restraints on his wrists and ankles are made of leather, and that means he can decompose them. The material falls away from his body. Suddenly, Sariel's free.

He sits up quickly, his head spins. He pulls off the electrodes on his body, and then rips out the IV. It takes Sariel a minute to catch his breath.

Unfortunately, it isn't a minute he has. Dr. Corbin chooses that moment to return, and he isn't alone. Anger burns inside of Sariel. Anger burns and hate. His scythe appears in his hand, almost uncalled for.

"Die," Sariel croaks. "Die."

Though weak, Sariel's anger and hate fuels him. He leaps from the table, scythe already aiming for the neck of one of the other doctors. Sariel doesn't even watch the head fall to the floor, nor does he register the blood that splatters his skin. The very air is thick with his anger; it chokes the others even as his scythe aims for another body. Each time his blade connects, there's a satisfying resistance. He moves too fast for most of them to react. And now, it's only Sariel and Dr. Corbin facing each other. The scythe is too good a death for Dr. Corbin. Without a word, Sariel grabs Dr. Corbin by the throat, enjoying the strangling sound.

"Die." Sariel croaks again. He watches as Dr. Corbin's skin breaks out in sores. Blood tears in his eyes. Dr. Corbin's tongue swells up in his mouth, and he can't even scream. Sariel finally drops him, and by the time Dr. Corbin hits the ground, his disease-riddled body is dead.

"That's why you don't touch me," Sariel mutters.
He knows he's leaving Dr. Menke behind him in the room, but she was kind to him. He'll let her live. There are more people as he makes his way down the unfamiliar hallway. Each one of them meets the same bloody fate on the end of his scythe. It takes his some tries before he can find a door that leads to the outside.

The sun is bright. He has no idea where he is, and it doesn't matter. Sariel has just enough strength to pull himself into the air, a mere foot or so above the ground. He flies as far as he can until finally he drops to the ground in the middle of a small forest.
As soon as he hits the ground, a large circle of dead and brown grass spreads outwards from his body. Blood splattered, Sariel shakes as he tries to catch his breath. His wings sag from the exertion, the tips touching the ground. It seems that he shakes more from the memory of what he just did than from his weariness.

"No more," Sariel moans. "I…I can't."

It's the last straw. The earth realm can't be the place for him. Not if this sort of thing will happen. And Sariel knows, it will probably happen again. Someday another scientist will feel the need to prove that Sariel doesn't exist. And he can't take that. There has to be someplace where he won't be strange, where he could exist. He remembers the pools from Rantal. There are lots of different realms; he just has to find one where he'd fit in. And then, somehow, he has to find a way to get there. Well, the father could open portals, so maybe it's a power of his own as well. He'll learn, he has to. He can't stay here.

Description
There is nothing better than flying. It's the one time Sariel can be truly free. And days like today make it that much better. The sky is blue above him with only a few clouds. A gentle wind flows through his hair and feathers. It takes very little effort for him to fly in weather like this. His mind can wander with no more direction than his flying.

As a shadow passes over him, Sariel pays little attention to it. With technology on the rise, he's gotten used to the shadows of planes flying above him.

Something suddenly drops over him. It tangles in his wings and limbs. The more Sariel tries to maneuver himself out of whatever it is, the more tangled he becomes. With it around his wings, he can't stay in the air. He's falling, and fast. All Sariel can do is brace himself for impact.

Hitting the ground hard, his breath is knocked out of him. He just sort of lies there, stunned. Now Sariel realizes that it's a net over him. He can try and get out of it now that he isn't trying to stay in the air. Suddenly, there's a sharp pain in his shoulder. Looking down, he sees a dart imbedded in his skin. That doesn't make any sense to him. He looks up. There are figures coming towards him, but they're backed by the sun so he can't make out their features. And then the world begins to go fuzzy around the edges.

"Whaa." Sariel mutters, unable to form complete thoughts. He fights the affects of the drugs, but it's useless. The world slowly goes completely dark.

The first thing that Sariel is aware of is the sound of machinery. It's an unfamiliar sound to him. He spends so much time away from it. He can't figure out why he hears it now. Then he realizes he's stretched out on his back on something hard. It's a table or something wide enough that his wings don't hang over the edge, but narrow enough that they also aren't at their full span. Without opening his eyes Sariel tries to sit up, but fails. He finds that he's restrained by the wrists and the ankles.

Sariel opens his eyes quickly, maybe too quickly. His eyes hurt against the unnatural florescent lights. The room he's in is done in neutral but bright colors. Everything seems so washed out. Even the people in the room look pale and unnatural. The room is filled with strange machines that Sariel doesn't recognize. He doesn't know much about technology anyway. Most of the people look at the machines. Very few of them are really paying any attention to him. Sariel does notice that no one comes close enough for him to touch them. Not that he'd be able to with his hands restrained.

One of the people comes closer. It's a man, wearing a white coat and a nametag that reads "Dr Corbin." Still not completely close, the man peers at Sariel. After licking his lips with a dry tongue, Sariel tries to talk.

"Wha-" Sariel coughs. "What's going on? Why am I here?"

"You don't exist." Dr. Corbin says simply. Sariel frowns in confusion.

"What?" Of course he exists.

"You have people believing you're magic. They believe you're some kind of angel. That of course is impossible. You must be a biologically engineered creature. And if someone else created you, then so can we, once we unlock your secrets."

Sariel just stares in surprise. He can't believe what he's hearing. And yet, on the other hand, it makes him think of something he remembers the father saying. The father had warned him about this happening. Somehow he had known that the humans would stop believing in magic. Of course, this warning hadn't helped any.

"Dr. Menke, will you be kind as to administer the next dosage."

Sariel watches Dr. Corbin suspiciously. It isn't Dr. Corbin who moves forward however. A pretty young woman comes closer to Sariel, though still not close enough to touch. He notices that he's connected by a length of tubing to some kind of strange bag on a pole. Never really having been in a hospital before, he doesn't know it's an I.V. Dr. Menke has a syringe in her hands. Sariel does recognize that. He watches as she inserts the needle of the syringe into part of the bag. She injects a clear liquid into the bag. Then she steps away.

No one says anything directly to Sariel now. He's left wondering what it was Dr. Menke injected into the bag and how it will affect him. He doesn't have to wait long. His vision begins to go cloudy, like before.

"No." Sariel moans just before his world goes black again.

His existence is narrowed down to the moments between the darkness. Even when he's awake, everything remains clouded and muffled. Sariel doesn't know exactly what they're doing to him while he's out of it, but almost every time he wakes up again, something new hurts. He's aware that they've broken his wings, as well as plucked his feathers. He knows that they've taken tissue samples the hard way. Often he still feels the sticky heat of blood on his skin.

Sariel has no idea what length of time has passed. There are no windows, and no indication whether it's day or night. For all he knows, years could have passed, though he doubts it.

He's half in and out of it when he hears two familiar voices. One male and the other female. He recognizes the male voice as belonging to Dr. Corbin, and the female voice is Dr. Menke.

"Trust the results if you won't trust your own eyes," Dr. Menke says, sounding upset. "We've run the tests several times, and the answers are all the same. He is natural. There is nothing artificial about him."

"Dr. Menke, don't tell me that you then believe him to be an angel."

"I-I'm not sure what I believe he is, but I know what the test results say he isn't. He is not a genetically created being."

"The results are wrong. We will see more soon. It's time for the final tests. We will learn much more from an autopsy. Check the readings a final time while he's still alive. I'm going to go and get the injection."

Sariel can hear Dr. Corbin leave. Afterwards, he hears Dr. Menke sigh. A moment passes, and he can feel her near him, rather than see her. Her face then fills his field of vision and she looks surprised.

"You're awake."

Sariel just stares at her. At least Dr. Menke has the grace to look uncomfortable. He can tell she realizes he heard everything. She blushes.

"I'm supposed to check your vitals." Dr. Menke says softly. "But, can I get you anything?"

"Water," Sariel manages to croak out.

Dr. Menke nods. She leaves his field of vision again. Sariel waits. It doesn't take long before he can see her again. Now she has a glass of water in her hands. Dr. Menke holds it carefully to his mouth. The water is just about the sweetest thing Sariel's tasted in a long time. He almost misses the fact that as Dr. Menke holds the glass to his mouth, her thumb brushes against his bottom lip.

Sariel's aware enough to realize just killing her wouldn't get him out of this place. She'd be dead, and he'd still be restrained. Instead, he uses what little energy he has to rip knowledge out of her mind. Dr. Menke cries out. It isn't a pleasant experience. Sariel doesn't exactly enjoy either. He doesn't have enough control to distinguish between what would be helpful and what wouldn't. That means he ends up getting everything, right down to personal memories. But through all the noise, he picks up one thing he'd forgotten. He figures out the thing that might just get him out of here.

Sariel shifts his power. Dr. Menke falls to the ground. The restraints on his wrists and ankles are made of leather, and that means he can decompose them. The material falls away from his body. Suddenly, Sariel's free.

He sits up quickly, his head spins. He pulls off the electrodes on his body, and then rips out the IV. It takes Sariel a minute to catch his breath.

Unfortunately, it isn't a minute he has. Dr. Corbin chooses that moment to return, and he isn't alone. Anger burns inside of Sariel. Anger burns and hate. His scythe appears in his hand, almost uncalled for.

"Die," Sariel croaks. "Die."

Though weak, Sariel's anger and hate fuels him. He leaps from the table, scythe already aiming for the neck of one of the other doctors. Sariel doesn't even watch the head fall to the floor, nor does he register the blood that splatters his skin. The very air is thick with his anger; it chokes the others even as his scythe aims for another body. Each time his blade connects, there's a satisfying resistance. He moves too fast for most of them to react. And now, it's only Sariel and Dr. Corbin facing each other. The scythe is too good a death for Dr. Corbin. Without a word, Sariel grabs Dr. Corbin by the throat, enjoying the strangling sound.

"Die." Sariel croaks again. He watches as Dr. Corbin's skin breaks out in sores. Blood tears in his eyes. Dr. Corbin's tongue swells up in his mouth, and he can't even scream. Sariel finally drops him, and by the time Dr. Corbin hits the ground, his disease-riddled body is dead.

"That's why you don't touch me," Sariel mutters.
He knows he's leaving Dr. Menke behind him in the room, but she was kind to him. He'll let her live. There are more people as he makes his way down the unfamiliar hallway. Each one of them meets the same bloody fate on the end of his scythe. It takes his some tries before he can find a door that leads to the outside.

The sun is bright. He has no idea where he is, and it doesn't matter. Sariel has just enough strength to pull himself into the air, a mere foot or so above the ground. He flies as far as he can until finally he drops to the ground in the middle of a small forest.
As soon as he hits the ground, a large circle of dead and brown grass spreads outwards from his body. Blood splattered, Sariel shakes as he tries to catch his breath. His wings sag from the exertion, the tips touching the ground. It seems that he shakes more from the memory of what he just did than from his weariness.

"No more," Sariel moans. "I…I can't."

It's the last straw. The earth realm can't be the place for him. Not if this sort of thing will happen. And Sariel knows, it will probably happen again. Someday another scientist will feel the need to prove that Sariel doesn't exist. And he can't take that. There has to be someplace where he won't be strange, where he could exist. He remembers the pools from Rantal. There are lots of different realms; he just has to find one where he'd fit in. And then, somehow, he has to find a way to get there. Well, the father could open portals, so maybe it's a power of his own as well. He'll learn, he has to. He can't stay here.