The Animal In Me

   "Owlet, what are you doing?" my cellmate, Goose, asked.
   "Eh? What do you think I'm doing? It isn't like there's anything here to do." I snapped.
   "Yeah..."
   I did feel a little guilty about snapping at Goose, but what did he expect?  I'm an experiment that combined the DNA of an owl with a human.  I had a right to be grumpy.  Not to mention the fact my appointment with Dr. Freidrick was coming up.
   "Owlet, do you think Dr. Freidrick is going to ever let me go?" Goose asked hopefully.
   I shook my head at his naivety.  He had only been at the labs for a week, so it was no surprise he didn't realize that he wasn't ever being let out.  It had taken me three weeks to finally get over my delusions of freedom.  It may have been because by that time I was already infused with owl DNA.
   "Experiment 13, Dr. Freidrick wants you." some muscular guard's voice broke through my thoughts.
   "Yes, sir." I said, barely restraining my almost permanent tone of sarcasm.
   He 'escorted' me to a large white room where the rather intimidating Dr. Freidrick.  He was a hawk-like man with a hooked nose, blue-tinted skin, and black eyes that were cold an hole-like.  His voice was a smooth, low baritone with a light English accent.
   "Greetings, Owlet.  I'm looking forward to this session." he almost purred.
   "How...nice for you." I bit out.
   Dr. Freidrick smiled tightly at me.  I smirked back.  It was always such a pleasure to annoy the good doctor.
   "Owlet, shall we begin?"
   "Sure." I sighed.
   He grinned at me, and began his stupid tests.  He tested my eyesight, hearing, teeth, etc.  It was highly umcomfortable, and I hated every moment of it.  Then the worst thing happened.  He decided to check my wings.
   One of the results of the experiment ended up giving me giant owl wings.  Thet were the best thing I got out of the whole mess, and I didn't ever want to give them up.  They were beautiful, and I loved every chance I had to fly.
   I slowly unfurled my wings, and I heard the doctor gasp.  I was almost flattered that such a cold man appreciated my wings.  Almost.
   "Amazing..." he breathed in awe.
   Dr. Freidrick inspected the wings carefully, checking for any flaws.  He found none, which pleased my pride.  It was obvious he hadn't realized how stunning my wings were.
   "They seem healthy.  You are dismissed." he siad curtly.
   The guard took me back to my cell, and I was filled with the despair that always came after a trip to the white room.  What was the use in having wings, if you weren't free enough to fly?