Don'tHideYourFeathers - Adommy

Run! Escape… Kill!

My thoughts are constantly fixed on those three words, simple little words that express so much of my inner feelings and hate towards humanity. Every human, every person that walks into the room in which I am caged looks at me the same way, glares at me, asking me silently with their penetrating eyes and minds why I am what I am. I didn't choose to be this, I didn't want to be shackled and chained to the floor because my eyes are different, a mix of tree brown and fire ember or the fact that I had weird scars all over my body or the little yellow feathers laying flat within my blonde hair and near the base of my neck.

There is one human who doesn't stare at me with pure malice in his face or beautiful blue eyes. In fact I can tell he finds me somewhat fascinating, when he first visited he was shocked to see such a hybrid creature such as myself, mixed blooded vampire, shape shifter and human. But after the initial surprise subsided he saw me for what I am and ever since then he has fought to let society free me from my bird-like prison. He wants to protect me from the hateful glares and rude names they give me.

Sadly I've only talked to him few times, my voice is a bit squeaky, higher than normal for a human male and so when I do talk people laugh or mock me, at first I tried to speak but now I've gone silent. I'd rather take my torment quietly and not make an even bigger spectacle of myself. Adam, his name, on the other hand has a wonderful voice, in fact he's a famous singer and that interests me. Once in a while when nobody but the security cameras are around he sings to me. My favourite song is one in which he says is called "Whataya Want From Me". It fits me and my situation perfectly.

I hear no news of the outside world and I don't really care about it anymore, I can only remember the feel of grass or the sun in my dreams. Sometimes Adam brings me freshly picked daisies from just outside the facility, he knows I love their sharp smell and colour that matches the 'freak' part of me. It's hard to tell what I'm feeling most of the time whether it is rage or sadness, but whenever he comes to see me I feel pure joy, perhaps something he described to me called love. After a few months of his idle visits and caring words I'm convinced. I love him even despite the bars and chains that separate us.

My existence throughout the next couple years is somewhat pointless, I sit, stand, wait for food to be brought to me, wait for Adam to visit me, though now Adam comes only so many times a month, it saddens me, perhaps he's finally seeing what everyone else sees in me, a monster that deserves to be locked up. I'm sure it's not that though, I believe he's just busy touring with his band and the thought makes me jealous. Those lucky people get to be in his presence all the time, they get to perform they get to entertain and enjoy doing it. I'm stuck; my one ankle shackled the chain welded to the iron floor of my prison, I entertain unwillingly.

It's on a nice spring day (or from what I can see outside a small window) as they're bringing me to the showers that my boring life gets a sudden exciting jolt. I hear yelling from down one of the various hallways in the facility and then a fight breaking out, I hear the unfamiliar sound of order being broken as glass is shattered. The three men, and one women, who where escorting me to the showers look worried, the men grab me and pull me along quickly, their grip is rough and painful but I don't utter a sound, they are merely trying to hurry me along, not hurt me.

From behind us I hear a stampede of footsteps and doors being pushed open, I've concluded they're looking for something, but what I don't know. Above all the chaos and noise (due to my sensitive ears) I hear the women saying something; she's breathless and panting, annoyance lacing her voice as she snarls: "It's those God damn rights protesters, you know the group called 'Feathers For Freedom', the ones who keep protesting on the news about us and how we are cruel…" Her voice trails off and I tilt my head as they continue to race down the hallway, me in tow, I'm panting, I can't breathe, so much happening so suddenly has made me start to panic, what if they want me? What if human society has finally decided to kill me off?

As we turn a corner in the facility I collapse and the men pull me up, one of them carrying me now. He looks worried, so do the other two men but the woman doesn't look too worried or happy, she looks furious. I don't understand why but I soon find out as the large, sounding at least, group of people catch up to us. The man holding me whips around and at first I think my eyes are tricking me when I see Adam, yes Adam, leading a large group of people with signs that say things about their group and I even read my own name on a couple of them. I'm confused but when he spots me he looks relieved but then worried as I am still trying to catch my breath.

There's a tense moment when he steps forward and beings to speak, "I'm sure it's obvious what's going on here," he says and I almost melt at his voice, God I've missed his constant visits, I'm confused when he doesn't finish his sentence and even more confused when the man holding me sets me down, I wobble a bit, as a new born deer might, the man helps me stay straight as the other men start unlocking my cuffs. Then, to my amazement, I'm standing there, free from the chains that weighed me down for so many years, free to choose which way I walk. Of course I've already made up my mind, unsure of my own legs I take slow steps until I reach Adam and then for the first time we touch.

His arms wrap around my small frame and I gulp, feeling his face brush my hair, accidently touching one of my yellow feathers, I hear him chuckle before he lifts a hand to feel the said feather, I know their soft and judging by the way he moves his fingers over to each and every feather fused into my hair, and near the base of my neck, that he acknowledges the fact that they're soft too. I follow his example, wrapping my arms around his neck, my own fingers combing through his hair as I happily explore the human, man, that I've been infatuated with for the past years. The group of people that are behind us are silent except for some "aww" 's and comments on how "cute" we looked. I sigh and nuzzle my face into the crook of his neck, taking a deep breath, remembering his sweet but spicy scent. I'm in my own little world, well fantasy when I hear his voice.

"Tommy," he murmurs, lips brushing my ear as he says my name, "you wouldn't even be able to guess how long I've wanted to do this."

I smile and feel myself blush at his words then I push all my earlier fears and worries away as I reply to him, "Do what?" I ask quietly so only he hears my odd abnormal voice.

"Hold you," Adam states and I feel his hands against the small of my back, pulling our hips together, the contact makes me slightly nervous but I know he won't hurt me, "and kiss you," he adds before his lips are working against mine, coaxing me into a kiss, my first one, when he pulls back he finishes, "and love you."

I look at him, shocked as I stare at his blue eyes, such a blue that I'm sure they rival the very skies and oceans. He looks back down at me, I wonder what he sees, does he see my yellow feathers, does he notice the ember-like colour of my eyes, does he see the odd scars I possess (where I got them I can't recall), or does he just see me. Whatever he sees he accepts it and it makes me happy, makes me happy that after all the years of his visits and absences he was making a group that went against my captivity, all those times I cried over him not coming for days he was busy organizing a group that would in the end free me.

It's only after all my thoughts and our embracing that I notice the people who came with him have left and the three men and women who were with me in the start have also left. Now we stand there, his one arm around my waist holding me against his side before we start to walk. We make it through the facility and soon we are standing at the entrance doors. From behind the doors I wonder what I'll find; he removes his arm from my waist and instead takes my trembling hand, squeezing my fingers reassuringly.

"It's okay Tommy," Adam says, soothing any fear I might have been feeling, before he leads me outside he leans down and kisses my lips, smiling as he recites one of my favourite lyrics from Whataya Want From Me, "I won't let you down."