Thread: The experiment (Candira and Cevl)

Music absolutely filled the air. Dulcet tones from a string section of an orchestra absolutely filled the atmosphere with vibration, while decorative notes from the woodwinds washed over all that heard the sweet symphony. It was one of her favorite songs. She listened with the interest of a composer, the ear of a musician, and the love of the purest soul. The dream of someday seeing a live performance and hearing it all in person tugged at her heart, though she knew it was never to be. Jade was, for lack of better terms, locked away from the outside world, never to see it again. She was aware, of course, that it existed. That it was filled with people, both good and bad--mostly bad based on what she'd experienced in her time at the facility where she was being kept--and that out there, in that world, music and the instruments to create it existed. The largest variety she could ever have imagined was out there--a different genre with each culture. She knew that people held all sorts of beliefs about deities and higher powers. She knew that different cultures had different myths, and she knew about different cultures that interested her based on these beliefs. Jade also thought it was terribly ironic how little people practiced what they preached according to history. Yes, Jade knew many things about the world. She knew very little, however, of herself. And what she did know was so depressing she wished she could forget--only that would mean that she'd end up wanting to know again and finding out that she didn't want to know and it would start a vicious cycle that she just didn't want to deal with. The little she did know sufficed if she knew more she might find herself even more depressed. Jade was an experiment. She'd been human at one time--she supposed she still was, but she'd been altered so much it was difficult to be sure. Her interest in lore and religion came from what they'd spliced her genes with the DNA of an angel, a succubus, and a faerie. From what she'd been told, she had been pretty enough before the experiment, but now she was considered a beautiful thing--even by those who considered her an abomination. She had beautiful features and a delectable body that tempted more than one man to do more than just a routine check up and take advantage of his power. The most striking of her newer features was the growth of a smooth pink tail that was hard to the touch, but still soft and flexible and the incredibly painful growth of wings. She had the feathery wings of an angel, however, they were iridescent feathers that glimmered in the light. They were lovely, even when they fell from her and turned black. She was capable of flight--oh they'd tested her enough on that. But they were always careful to keep her locked away and inside the building. They'd done all sorts of tests on her. But now, it seemed as though they were finished with her. She was just some exotic anomaly in a scientific zoo. They treated her well enough for the most part--they fed her well enough and let her exercise, and even allowed her materials for research and listening to music. They'd even allowed her to receive special training from a scientist that had originally wanted to study music. She could play most instruments, thanks to lessons in theory and basic instruments. She'd soaked it all up like a sponge...but for no purpose. No one heard her but those who fed her, took her to exercise, or cleaned her room. It was a terribly lonely and unfulfilling existence. Now, she was just waiting for someone to tell her they really didn't need or want her anymore, so it was time to dispose of her.