The caged butterfly ch. 4

The caged butterfly ch. 4

by

Mastermindhunter

I woke up early, as if I was still on the farm. I didn't want to go anywhere in my new room. I just stayed curled up in the corner. My arms were folded over my knees, and my face buried in my arms. I felt my eyes feel like they were tired from crying. I saw the door open, and didn't budge or mind getting out. It would just push me out anyway. I stayed frozen without movement, when I felt the wall shove me in. I didn't move, until I saw the others coming out. They watched me from a distance, and made their way over to me cautiously. Susan was nice so I didn't mind her coming so close. I wasn't so frightened of them, but I still wanted to keep my distance. I wasn't supposed to belong here. I wanted so bad to go home. Susan made the others stop, and walked over to me.

"I'll talk to her. Maybe I can help her." I was grateful that she stopped them. I wasn't used to them as much as I was used to her. I looked up at her, keeping my mouth in my knees. I wasn't going to move from my crouched down position. She got close, and smiled to me. "Hey Lucy." She laid a massive hand on my knee, and kept her eye contact. "How's your back?" I shrugged slightly. I saw that she saw the shrug. "Yeah, General told me about how it's gunna hurt for a while. While you were knocked out when they caught you. They said that you have two sets of wings." My eyes jolted open. "Yeah I know. They're called forewings and hindwings. If I'm not mistaken, I think I see your hindwings showing up." She handed me a normal sized mirror. I held it up so I could see behind my back. The wings on my back had grown quite big. As of now, they were now two feet. This was really crazy. I inched it lower, and sure enough, there were two that were underneath the forewings, poking from the holes in my shirt. They were about a foot long, and a bit smaller than the forewings. I handed her the mirror back still huddeled up in a ball. "I think they're so pretty. They're like shiny plastic." I looked at them. They looked like they were changing colors as you moved your view of them. I thought they looked shimmery.

"Thank you." I whispered. A long tube fell down, and spat things on to the tables that were in the middle of the room.

Susan looked and saw that food was on her table. "Well, that's breakfast. Whenever you're hungry, you come on over, and we can get to know you better." She ran a finger down my head, and walked back to her table. I looked over at the others. They had briefly stopped eating, to take a peek at the newest member of their group.

The one named Link, had a sneer on his face. "Jeez, what a freak." He whispered. I could still hear him, but I pretended not to. Everyone shot a glance in his direction. "What? Look at her. She can barely even look at us. The only one she trusts is Susan, and that's because Susan's too much of a throw pillow. I mean, she's gunna have to get use to us, eventually. It's just she's so slow at it. I think she's pretty weird." I wasn't going to argue with that. In the state I was in, I agreed that I was very strange, and very weird, and most definitely a freak.

Doc looked over at me, and darted his glance back at Link. "She's not weird. She's . . . just a little shy." B.O.B. stared in my direction, and then looked down at the table.

"Yeah. I mean, you were new once, too, right?"

"B.O.B.'s right, Link. I mean, you can't blame her. We have to be patient with her. The child's lost her lifestyle, and her freedom all overnight." I thought of what it was going to be like to never see my step brother Shanes smiling face again. Never to see my herds of sheep. The doctor looked over at me, sympathetically.

"Well, I'm not going to just sit here and hope she gets used to us. I'm going to greet her." He got up out of his chair, and walked in my direction. I watched him inch his way near me. I kept him in my sight. He smiled assuringly down at me, leaning over. I looked down shamefully. Perhaps I was a bit too shy. He crouched down, and his eyes locked with mine. "Hello." He said sauvly. "I'm here to tell you that we all would love you to join us at the table to enjoy breakfast with us." I looked back at everyone, still a bit nervous. I looked back at the new monster that went out of the way to make me feel welcome. He stood back up, and extended his hand ou to me. "Here." He smiled looking down at my folded hands. "I promise. I will not harm you at all." He laid both hands on my shoulders. "I promise." He whispered. I don't know why, but seeing him doing this made me trust him. I carefully wrapped my fingers around his palm, and he helped me up to my feet. I felt safe here for once. He slowly walked me over to the table with the others. I saw a plate of my favorite food sitting on the table. Ulster fry, with a nice cup of tea. He pulled the empty chair out for me, and extended his hand out. I laid my hand in his, and sat down as he pushed it back into the table. Everyone stared at me, as I looked back at them. I stuck my fork into the eggs slowly, and brought it up to my mouth. When I swallowed, I took a sip of tea.

An unexpected smile crept up on my face "My favorite." I whispered. Everyone smiled at me, and Susan looked down at me grinning. She gave a thumbs up to me. I looked up at her, and thumbs up'd her back. "Sorry I was a bit scared at first. I apoligize." I looked down shamefully poking my breakfast. It wasn't until then that I noticed that everybody had a different appetite. Link had a tray of fish. Doc's menu was probably the weirdest, eating garbage. B.O.B. was just eating normal food, but was actually shoving it into himself. Not in his mouth, but actually in himself. Link shrugged in my direction.

"Hey some people are shy. I can understand that it was a little too overwhelming. I'm sorry. I just come on a little strong. Sorry if I seem too cocky. I'm not used to the female monsters." I nodded understanding that. Susan was the only girl here other than me. Susan must have felt a bit lonesome, being the only girl around. The old book from the library was still on the table. Doc quickly scooped it up, and started reading it quickly. "So, Lucy, or flutters, as you're called by the government, what do you do during free time? You know. What are your hobbies?" Would it surprise them too much, if I said that I had no free time, from where I came from?

"Well when you work in the country side, you don't really get much free time. I guess I don't really have any hobbies." Link slowly nodded his head looking at his fish. "Yeah, yeah I know I'm not exactly the funnest girl, but I can still be very friendly." I smiled.

"Oh so you were a workaholic where you come from. That sounds like an interesting hobbie." B.O.B. smiled at me. "Guys, I think I have just found my life long dream hobby. I'm gunna follw in Lucy's footsteps, and be workaholic." He ran over to me, and hugged me carefully. No doubt everyone saw the blush rush to my cheeks. Be it a monster or not, I always had a big rule against people touching me, but technically he wasn't a person, but I didn't mind. I figured that I might as well get used to it. I smiled at him, feeling the coldness of his gelatinous body. It reminded me of silly putty I got from my birthday when I was little. It felt good against my wings. I couldn't help but lean into him, returning the hug. He pulled away, and stared me straight into the eyes. "Alright. You need to give me all the details on how to be a workaholic." I giggled at his goofy personality.

B.O.B. looked at me squinting his eye. "B.O.B. You can only be a workaholic if you have a job, which you don't have." Susan said with a confused smile on her face. I sipped some mork tea. I guess these guys weren't so bad.

Doc had looked up from the book that was given to me. "Hmm, well, . . . Music!" Dr. C blurted out. "Everybody has a favorite song. What would you say is your favorite song?" He looked incredibly interested in the answer to that question. Nobody ever asked me what my favorite song was. Not even my old family. It wasn't that I didn't have one, but it just caught me off gaurd. I thought long and hard.

I looked up at the cockroach like man, and told him my all time favorite song. "I would have to say, Perfect Day by Lou Reed." He nodded, and took out a pen and paper.

"Oh, a quiet sensetive gal." Link noticed. I smiled at his nice compliment.

B.O.B. leaned in whispering something into my ear. "For some reason they think you're a chick. I keep telling them, but they won't listen to me." I giggled slowly shaking my head. Why was I afraid of these guys before? They didn't seem so bad now. To be honest, they were quite friendly, and each one's personality was unique in it's own way. I resumed eating my breakfast. The doctor was reading the book, while chowing down on an old tin can. It was official that Doc's food was the weirdest of all the eaters. Link ate his fish quietly, They were completely raw, and looked like they were just caught. I swallowed the last of my tea.

Doc looked at me briefly them back at the book. "Umm Lucy. Can I have a talk with you . . . alone?" I looked at the others to make absolutelysure it was okay. They nodded, and I followed him over to the edge of the room. He carried the book with him. "I just read the part about how your . . . species is growing it's wings, and if I'm not mistaken, I read that it hurt . . . alot." I swallowed hard, and nodded. I closed my eyes, trying not to think of the pain. When I thought of the pain, my wings would twitch, which was ten times more painfull. It happened, and I hissed at what happened. He looked at me with with sympathy. Where was he going with this? "Well I think I might be able to remove them." My heart lifted a bit.

"Really?" I smiled.

"Well I'm not completely sure. First I'll have to run a few test, and there's the structural property's. If I can't get rid of them, I'll at least try to get rid of the pain." He smiled. I nodded.

"I understand. Thank you."

"I bring some equipment out tomorrow, and we'll do some things for you, alright?" I nodded. He held his hand out, and I took a deep breath, shaking it. I don't know why, but he held my hand longer than I had hoped.