Day in and day out, they tortured me. They zapped me with weird lazers and plucked my feathers like I was something special. Which I wasn’t, obviously. How blind were these people? They held me with burning hot chains made of no substance but electricity. It burned into my skin, but they didn’t seem to care.
They kept me in a cell, with the same electric protectors. My beautiful honey brown wings were deprived of their feathers which take forever to grow back. Being a hippogriff is not easy, trust me. The Hunters don’t make my life any easier. They are always watching me, never letting me get one moment of easy sleep. I am oftentimes confused with my brother species, the griffin. It’s all in the rear people, all in the rear.
Anyways, back to my torture.
Every day, people in blinding blood-red coats walked in and ran tests on me. I was starting to get used to it. Needles, beeps, and all kinds of wires surrounded me. Every day I felt weaker and weaker, like a rubber band being stretched to its limits. They never really fed me much, the occasional grasshopper and oftentimes grass, but they’re missing all the good stuff like ferrets, mice, and those tiny little finches. Those were delicious. How did they expect me to survive on grasshoppers and grass like a cow?
Besides this, they never let the other captured creatures come to visit me. Well, except Baxter, but that dog is just a beast. He’s a pit bull, but he runs on electricity. It seems as if this whole place (wherever it is) is run on electricity. I wonder what would happen to the power were to go out...oh well. I’m not getting my hopes up.
It was 9:00 sharp, time for my first round of torture.
The people in the red coats came in with their clipboards and needles. They hovered over me like I would hover over my prey. They poked at me and prodded with weird metal things. I glanced at the clock, 9:15, time to get zapped with electricity.
The electricity bounced through my bones like electrocuted jelly. That clock was the only thing that kept track on my endless hours of torture.
Once my bones settled back into their sockets, a red-coat dude started to pinch my smooth horse skin. I flinched. He scribbled something onto his clipboard. He pinched again, I flinched, he wrote. This went on for a few minutes, and he left without a word. Not even a goodbye. Although, he did leave me with a large red spot on my damaged skin. I tried to struggle, but the substance-less chains didn’t allow it.
I wished I could be free and fly away back to my brethren and family. Oh well. So much for that hope. For all I knew, I was going to be stuck here for the rest of my shortened life.
The white walls were blinding, so I closed my eyes. My weak bones were so glad to be still.
After more poking and prodding and red-coats writing, they finally turned off the lights and left me to sleep.I sighed a small sigh of relief as my body slowly shut down for sleep. My chest heaved and relaxed as did my brain.
I thought I heard Baxter bark in the night, but maybe it was my imagination.
A sudden CRASH in the halls woke me up. I craned my neck to try to look out the window, but to no avail. I huffed and let my neck go limp. More crashes followed. One moment, I was tied with an invisible force, and the next, I was simply lying on a table. I wiggled around and sat up. I preened my feather-deprived wings and got off the table. My strength was slowly returning. I noticed that the ‘door’ was gone and a big creature stood in the hall.
I cautiously peeked my head out.
It looked like a unicorn. But, then I noticed the wings. An alicorn, I thought. I walked out and stretched my aching wings for the first time in what seemed like an eternity.
“Hello there,” the alicorn said.
“Um hi? What are you doing here? How did you find me? How did you get here? What’s your name?”
“Woah, woah, chillax.” His tone was soft, but hard (if that makes sense). “I’m Larry the alicorn. I’m your rescuer. Now let’s get out of here before the scientists wake up.”
“But how did you knock the power out? Aren’t you going to ask my name?”
“Tsk, tsk, too many questions, Cedric the hippogriff.”
I’m sure my beak was hanging wide open.
“Sh! Not here, come on. It’s now or never.”
Sure enough, doors were opening and shouts were being made. Baxter joined in with a few warning barks.
“Okay, I chose now.” Larry turned and walked, his hoofs echoing throughout the hall. His walk turned to a trot. I followed closely after him. Once we were in a place big enough to land a helicopter in, Larry flapped his wings and took to the dark night skies.
Unsure what to do, I flapped mine and followed him. The sky was an endless blanket of darkness as far as my eagle-eyes could see.
“So, how exactly did you bust me out?”
“That’s easy, I simply kicked the power box and boom, no more power.”
“Mhm.” The sound of our wings beating and the occasional cricket greeted our ears as we flew. Countrysides, plains, forests, and valleys passed far below us. But the air in my feathers and the nice cool night was enough to make anyone happy. I’m especially pleased that my dream came true, freedom tastes so sweet.
But, I suppose there are always two sides to every story. I mean, yes freedom is nice and all, but there is still danger in the world. The Hunters are still out there, natural disasters happen, mad scientists fail an experiment, and sometimes emotions can eat you up from the inside out. But, despite this trauma, there is always hope. Let me say that again. There is ALWAYS hope. Maybe you’ll have a power-outage soon. Maybe you’ll come across a friend to help you. Or, maybe you’ll use your creative mind to find another way out. I know you can. Don't let those red-hot emotions get the best of you.