Hybrids were made through labs, weird, cruel labs. Scientists thought it would be great to add something new to the world, to make a new species. A mix of human and animal DNA. People hated it. The pushed and mocked the hybrids, at first. But, some got used to it, allowing them in.

Scientists then started introducing more..Dangerous hybrids. Mythical creatures. Extinct. Shadow-like. It was a disaster initially. Most were uncontrollable, killing everyone in their path. They were euthanized.

You always wondered what it was like to fly as a kid. Born a hybrid with wings, you always wanted to. But the guys in lab coats never let you. They didn't want you to escape. Giving you weird stuff and making you sleep most of the time. You never interacted with many people. The time you did, those people just gave you weird looks.

You were brought out one day when you were older, given to some guy while blind-folded. Told you were supposed to listen. You were scared. Scared of what they might do. Scared of being scared. The drug you were given made you groggy. Barely reacting to the blurry words coming from the people in the front. Once you felt an hand dragging you out of the car, you realized the bumps stopped. Everything felt hazy. You indistinctly remember being brought to some room. When you did you noticed a guy was in front of you. He looked weird.

You had eventually found it his name was Soap. He was your handler. You were stuck in that room for awhile as he asks you questions. When you were brought out, you finally met his friends he talked of. They greeted you with a mixture of kindness and little hostility. Almost a month passed since then, and your memory of your wings always haunted you. You took care of them, but they always felt weird. They barely ever moved. Every time you brought it up, Soap got more concerned. It got to the point that he suddenly brought you to the doctor

It was a warm, humid day when the results came. Soap was sitting next to you, opening the envelope. He made sure you wouldn't see it first. He didn't want you to see it first. There could be bad news on there. And he was right. You wings didn't work. Due to the scientists not letting you fly, your wings never developed correctly. Despite being average size, the muscles were weak, stuck. Which is why you had so much back pain.

“Hey, love.” His voice was heavy with that familiar brogue Scottish accent. It was softer than usual, voice strained and shaky. “You.. Can't fly. That's why it's like that. I'm sorry.”