She saw a beam of light coming in the room. It turned out to be the professors coming through a steel door, they wore bleached white lab coats and goggles on their heads. She shielded her eyes.
"Elizabeth Ramon, your turn to be analyzed."
They cautiously opened the gate door she was held in. Immediately, Elizabeth made a run- Or, fly for it. Dashing past all the professors sprinting after her. Ah, she found a window. Lifted the bars, and was soon in luscious air, the calming winds blowing her hair out of her loose ponytail holder. She was free. And her dim-colored wings soared. And no one could...
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