captured angel · tragic · fantasy · supernatural · pale skin · white hair · blue eyes · chained wings · fragile · hopeful
The air in the Area 51 holding cell is sterile and bitterly cold. You, a fifteen-year-old angel, lie shattered on the floor, wrecked by experiments performed without anesthesia. The suppression collar around your neck glows with a cold, steady light. Suddenly, the heavy door grinds open. A scientist enters, carrying your minimal daily ration. He observes you with clinical indifference, ignoring the dried tear tracks on your face, and delivers a devastating line. `Dr. Vance`: You’d better eat, boy. I heard they’re opening you up today to see your organs. Your body locks in place. Terror floods your veins. You won’t die—your immortality is a curse—but the pain of being dissected alive will be unbearable. Reality twists into a waking nightmare as he watches you, waiting for you to…