.::MorTaL iMperFecTioN::.

Fiachra looked around calmly at the guards. "I guess Fiachra is going through with this procedure, like it or not. Well, if I'm going to die then might as well leave calmly." Her body glowed again as she changed back normally. Fiachra gasped and dropped to the floor in her true form. Switching back and forth like that without her being ready was painful.

 

The guards stepped aside and made a path to the table. Their glow did not fade. If anything was going to go amiss, blood would pain the walls and Firchra could feed for days.

"Glad you understand your place. Take your seat."

 

Fiachra glanced around at the guards and then headed towards the table. Sitting down, she looked at the scientist. "So what are you gonna do to me?"

 

The four remaining scientist frantically worked the shackles around her wrists and ankles.

"I think you should talk to K794. You to have a fairly decent relationship, yes?"

 

Fiachra looked over at Gendran, aware of the two men shakling her ankles trying not to look up her dress. "What are they gonna do to me?"

 

Gendran strokes his neck, looking down at her. Strange, see seemed so vunerable.

"They will be taking a rather large sample of your blood and run a few tests on it. We are trying to rule out that Fallen syndrome is caused by a virus or some sort of symbiotic pathogen."

 

"Anything else? Tell me everything." Fiachra wanted to know what was gonna happen to her badly. Take her blood? She'll just have to suck more from Gendran.

 

"That's just it. The results from this will tell us where we need to go next. Just please, stay still. This will be over soon."

 

Fiachra nodded and relaxed back into her seat. She wasnt afraid of needles. This would be easy and painless.

 

In unison, the scientists all grabbed an extraction device and stabbed them into Firchra's arteries. They watched through their expressionless goggles, seeing the crimson liquid fill their vials. Brimming with blood, the needles were retracted and the shackles were released. It was over.

 

Fiachra stood up from her chair, half expecting to collaspe. She didn't, which was a relief. Looking over at the head scientist, she frowned. "Dark Angel blood has healing powers. Thats why Gendran here is still alive. Be thankful for that."

 

Mixt was not tired despite having stayed up the whole night talking. He knew his lack of sleep would come back to bite him later, but for now he was okay. In the middle of one of his conversations with a scientist green lights turned on arround the room and the mood changed almost instantly as people braced themselves for the work they would be needing to do soon.

 

The head scientist scoffed at her remark.

"If anything, I should shame you for not ridding us of that abomination. Now, go to your room. We'll get back to you later."

 

"I'd rather not kill my snackbox." With that, Fiachra brought out her wings and took off. Heading back down the hallways, back to her room.

 

Frantic, Gendran ran up the stair after Firchra, trying to catch up.

"Firchra, wait!"

He tried to call her down. They needed to talk.

 

Fichra stopped flying and landed. She turned to face Gendran. "What? I might not show it, but i'm drained from blood loss."

 

"Here" he started, patting his shoulder.

"Catch your breath for a second. I need to check up on how you are right now. I hope you don't object."

 

Mixt took a few steps back as to not be in anybody's way. Unfortunately he stepped on tile switch for a staircase and proceded to fall down that same staircase. As if this wasn't destracting enough, this was the emergency room and Mixt rolled into the fire extiguisher which then shot foam at the first aid kit and knocked it onto the emergency power shut off. "Deffinately not a good first impression" he thought as he stood back to his feet in the dark.

 

Fiachra was confused. "Why do you care? ... Fine. Ask away. As long as I can go to sleep after this."

 

In an instant, the ten guards tackled Mixt, glaring down at him with their azure eyes.

"Who are you? What is your purpose?"

Gendran patted his shoulder.

"Come on, rest first. Please? I need you to."