"Wings of Change"
By : Socks
© 2008 Socks Furrotica
"Are you sure this is even legal?" He looked over the printout
again, his hands shaking more than a litte.
"Positive." Jerry went to the fridge and pulled out a can of
soda, grinning the whole time.
"Are you sure it's even real?" Brian couldn't stop reading it,
from the top again. "I mean this isn't even possible!"
"It is." Jerry said, almost matter-of-factly. "With the stuff
going on in DNA research, genetics, nanotechnology..."
"Ok then, is this even affordable?" Brian asked again, shifting in his
chair a little.
"Well yes." Jerry said again, sipping on the soda. "Well it
is for you."
"I have an in." Jerry said with a grin. "All we gotta do it tell them
you're me, and you're in!" Brian looked at his friend, very
confused. "I know a guy who knows a guy. They're looking
for volunteers and it's gonna pay well, and I passed clearance.
So we just substitute you for me, and you're in."
"They'll know I'm not you tho!" Brian said.
"Hey, you just let me work on those details, ok?" Jerry smiled.
"You want it to happen or not?"
"Oh hell yes." Brian said.
"I knew it." Jerry said, taking another sip. "I'll make it
A month later, Brian was being driven to a building out in what felt
like the middle of nowhere. "You nervous Jerry?"
"A little." Brian said. He didn't know what his friend did, but
all this stuff was just handed to him one day and he had the paperwork
to say he was "Jerry" now. But the promise was just too fantastic
to not follow up on it. "I have no idea what to expect."
"We'll get you through it slowly." The man said warmly. "Don't
worry, this should be fairly straight forward. Think of it as a
few months vacation from the nine-to-five world for a few
months." Brian nodded, staring out the window as they drove
through the remote countryside.
That night Brian was roomed in an apartment off the main hallway.
"This is bigger then mine at home." He said with some marvel.
"Well we're not gonna have you uncomfortable." The man said. "Ok,
we will start the treatments tomorrow. If you're having a hard
time sleeping, let one of us know and we'll get you something that will
help you sleep. Other than that, get comfortable and relax.
The one thing you really need to be for all this is relaxed."
Thousands of miles away, an older man was looking at a computer
monitor. He saw an image on his screen of a nervous young man
looking around his new living space. The man just smiled.
"Gotcha, 'Falcon'." He looked over a piece of paper, and looking
at the last name on it he felt satisfied. He ran the paper
through the shredder, and planned the next few moves.
The next morning, Brian was walked into a laboratory where he was given
a through physical exam. The doctors were all friendly, helpful,
and willing to walk him through the worst of it slowly. "Okay
Jerry! We're ready for the first treatment." Doctor Levi
looked over the EKG, and saw a spike in heart rate. "Easy there
"sorry." Brian said, taking deep breaths to calm himself down. "I
still can't believe this is really happening."
"Oh, you will in a month." The doctor said with a slight chuckle.
"You've done this before?" Brian asked nervously.
"You're our final test subject before we go public." The doctor said,
cleaning Brian's arm with an alcohol prep pad. "If this works
flawlessly we'll then take our findings and adapt them. This has
huge implications for genome therapy and birth defects."
Brian turned his head away, he hated the sight of needles and didn't
want to watch. "So to test this you're making me a bird?"
"You got it." Brian felt the puncture, and flinched
slightly. Then something a little cold was pushed into his
veins. "Yours is the most radical change. Easy up there,
we're almost done." Brian nodded very little, trying nor to bend
the chair arm he was grasping. "If we can change you from
mammalian to avian, then back, we can prove the concept is not only
sound but reversible. And we're done!"
"That's it?" Brian asked, looking down at his arm. The doctor was
cleaning the area and bandaging it.
"That's it." The doctor said. "What did you expect? Laser
beams and aliens?"
"Possibly dancing girls." Brian said.
The doctor chuckled. "We'll get on that for future
patients. So we'd like you to stay in your quarters for a few
hours, to make sure there are no adverse effects. After that,
we'll come get you and you're free to walk the campus."
Later that evening, Brian felt no adverse effects, and he was wondering
if the "treatment" really did anything. For the next few days,
Brian became accustomed to the routine. Weight and height check
in the morning, some fairly strange food mid day and evening, weight
and height check in the evening with some other body
measurements. Having his waste measured was a bit embarrassing,
but at least they wouldn't follow him into the bathroom. They
just wanted the containers and he was done.
It wasn't until later that week that he had felt a little off.
While playing a video game, the controller kept fumbling out of his
hands. The first few times it was annoying, but after the tenth
or so, he began to be concerned. He hit pause, and hit the call
button. A few moments later, one of the nurses came in. "Is
"Mostly." Brian said with some concern in his voice. "Something's
wrong with my hands. I can't hold the controller anymore."
"Could you show me?" the nurse asked. Brian resumed his game, and
in a minute the controller slipped from his fingers and onto the
ground. "Are you feeling any pain or discomfort?" Brian
shook his head no. The nurse nodded. "I believe you're
about to hit phase two. I'll go get the doctor on duty."
Minutes later Dr. Levi came in. "Let me take a look here."
The doctor put on rubber gloves and performed touch tests on Brian's
hand. "It appears your fingers are beginning to change." He said.
"That's good, right?" Brian asked, trying not to hyperventilate.
"Oh very good." The doctor said. "It means the treatment took,
and the changes will be coming more rapidly now."
A week later, Brian was getting out of bed gingerly. The way his
wrists bent backwards wasn't painful, unless he moved wrong. But
it was still very tender to push on them, the way his fingers splayed
backwards too. He had gotten a lot shorter now, and his arms were
getting shorter still. He was still trying to put his pants on
when the nurse came in. "Do you need help?"
"Yes please." Brian was embarrassed to be naked, more so to be
asking for help, but he really had no choice. "I'm sorry, it's
getting harder to do this."
"I understand." The nurse said, helping ease his pants up.
"You're not the first who needed help here. The last subject had
a hard time too."
"What did he become?" Brian asked.
"She became a husky." The nurse said. "It wasn't until phase four
she finally stopped wearing clothing."
"Wow." Brian said, trying to imagine her. "And you changed her
"The doctors did, yes. At another facility so we could start with you."
The nurse said. "She's back home now, no doubt still excited
about the process."
"Yeah, its something else." Brian said in some wonderment.
"Don't be too nervous Jerry. We'll get you back to normal after
it's all done." The nurse said. Brian nodded, and stood up.
"We'll let you know when lunch begins, and we'll be in to feed you."
Brian nodded again. "Thank you." But he began to loathe
that part. He felt so helpless that he had to have someone follow
him into the washroom now, to feed him, to even bathe him. That
kind of attention was something that he never liked. But on the
other hand, it was a means to an end. A little embarrassment now,
a great reward at the end. He just signed, looking out the
window. Soon. Very soon.
Time began to pass, but Brian really stopped counting the days.
Every day was something new for him, and it was more important to him
to focus on the changes, not on the time. The challenges were
piling up, and if he thought about the days he would forget something
else. Doctor Levi was patting his chest, which had begun to puff
out more than normal. "Your new muscles are forming nicely." He
said. "You need to keep with the wing flaps to build them up."
"Gets tiring." Brian said. It was getting harder to speak now, so
he learned how to use the least words he could. His mouth began
to stop doing what he wanted it to all the time, it was a source of
frustration and embarrassment not being able to communicate as well as
"I know." Doctor Levi patted Brian on the shoulder. "But it will
be your main mode of transportation for a month. You need to work
on the muscles before your feathers take." Brain made a raspy
sound with his voice box, which surprised him a little. "And
while you can still talk."
"Ow... long?" Brian asked.
"Avians are unknown territory." The doctor said, inspecting Brian's
eyes and the bony plate around his lips. "Based on our computer
models you're actually behind schedule, but I'm guessing as few more
days until your mouth changes enough you can not speak. And
another two weeks before your feathers come in. Then a month as a
full bird, then a month or so to change you back."
"aarrrrrRRR" Brian rasped. The doctor began the more personal
measurements again, a part Brian found uncomfortable but not
humiliating anymore. These people were more familiar with his new
parts than he was.
"You're also our first cross gender." The doctor said.
Brian nodded with some appreciation, and would have smiled if he were
physically able. "So we think that may be slowing it down as
well. If necessary we will adjust your change back time to allow
for full recovery of your genitals."
"an my mind?" Brian struggled to make his tongue work.
"Intact." The doctor said. "You should not lose any of your
reasoning or judgment abilities." The doctor patted Brian on the
back as he stood up, taking his gloves off. "Oh, did you want me
to tell the nurse to bring in some clothing?" Brian shook his
head. "Ok Jerry. I know that's a big step in the
acceptance. From here it's all going to be a lot easier."
The doctor left, leaving Brian standing on his old bed. It seemed
so huge now, and almost impossible to sleep on. He had to make a
A few days later, Brian woke up before the sunrise again. It was
easier to sleep standing up, propped on one of the chairs. He
dragged pillows and cushions to make a crude "nest" next to the window
using a chair he had put there for this reason. It was comforting
to see the outside world somehow, easier on his eyes. The
confines of the room seemed so small because of his field of vision.
As he watched the sunrise his eyes became acutely aware of the
movements out his window. When the sun began to rise, he let out
a happy sigh, but it was a throaty rasp that came out instead. He
tried to form words, but his mouth simply wouldn't curl around them
anymore, and his tongue was too fine and thin to comply. He let
out a breath through his nostrils, which felt odd where they were now,
and simply looked out the window. Another human feature,
gone. He tapped his face on the window, hard as the beak he knew
it should be. Soon, very soon, he knew it.
Days and nights passed, Brian truly stopped caring now. He
trusted the doctors and nurses fully and they'd tell him when this
fantasy was over. Each day he would spread his arms and flap,
imagining what it would be like once his wings had formed fully.
His legs felt stronger too, even if he was walking funny now. The
nurses joked it was the "waddle of doom", but it worked for short
term. When he felt his tail plumage for the first time he was in
absolute bliss. It was almost painful to his mind waiting for his
wings to feather fully too.
The change had been so gradual, Brian was shocked one day when a nurse
reached down and picked him up for the first time. "OH! I
didn't hurt you did I?" Brian shook his head no, but looking down
from this height... He had seen the world from this high before,
but he was much smaller now. He hadn't noticed, but it was
ok. He was being picked up to go outside. "You need to work
in the outdoors for now Jerry. We'll try to teach you to fly, but
we're not certain we can."
It felt like days before Brian could keep his wings spread in even a
gentle breeze. Each good day out he was getting stronger.
The staff would encourage him, but nobody could teach him how to
fly. Well, her now. The staff began to refer to Brian as a
"her" one day, and never quite stopped. Brian figured this was
his cue that he, well she, was a she now.
One day, Doctor Levi came into Brian's quarters. It had gotten a
lot more bare, Brian normally kept to her perch near the window now
looking outside. The TV was gone, the bed was still there, but
mostly it was her domain to stay in between times she could be outside.
The doctor brushed Brian's feathers, causing her to coo softly to the
touch. "I do have good news for you Jerry. All the
bloodwork, x-rays and MRI data shows the change is complete.
Biologically, you're now a female red tailed hawk." Brian let out
a happy shriek when she heard the news, and the doctor smiled.
"Tomorrow we'd like to run the psychological tests. We want to
make sure you haven't lost any cognitive ability. But
congratulations, you're our first successful avian change."
That night, Doctor Levi and his staff stood stunned as the orders were
read aloud. "The project is terminated immediately. All
staff are to vacate the premises immediately, your belongings will be
returned to you in 24 hours. All expiremen..."
"What about Jerry?" a nurse asked. "We need to change him back!"
"That is no longer your concern!" the nurse stepped forward and was met
with the barrel of a gun pointed at him by one of the men in
uniform. The nurse put his hands up slowly, and backed
away. "All experiments will now go into the hands of the US
Government, as will all data, results, and findings. You are not to
speak of this experimentation to anyone or you will be
imprisoned." The man lowered the paper and looked at the small
crowd with a stern glare. "If you need something from your
quarters such as medications or your car keys, an armed guard will
follow you. Otherwise, you are required to leave the premises
Brian sat on his perch, looking out the window. It was a quiet
night, and there was a lot of car traffic. More than usual.
Something didn't feel right, but it could just be his new senses
playing with him again. He heard footsteps, but not the normal
ones. These were heavier. The door opened up, and a
heavyset man walked in.
"Hello Jerry." He said, almost condescendingly. "Or should I call
you Falcon?" Brian looked over to the man, head to the
side. "Oh, you don't know me? Well you should. You
only stole my identity several years ago." Brian blinked a few
times, who was this guy? "Your mistake is you got cocky.
You picked the wrong man to fuck with boy."
Brian was looking around now, trying to see if someone was playing a
joke or something. "I know you can understand me." Brain
couldn't see anyone else. "Or perhaps they fucked it up and
you've totally lost your mind. Whatever. You won't be
fucking with me again. I hope you starve here Jerry."
The man turned around, and walked out the door, slamming it behind
him. Brian listened intently, hopping off her perch to get closer
to the door. "...it all down. Nobody in, nobody out." The
man said to someone. "I'll send a demo team, they'll be here
tomorrow. Get all the papers and computers, and lock them
someplace nobody will find them. And lock this place up tight,
nothing gets in or out! And whatever the hell is in that
room? Leave it there. Board that door up and let it die
when we blow the building."
"Yes Sir." Brian began to panic. She tried to reach the
door handle, but was too short. Her wing muscles weren't fully
developed, and she couldn't fly up to reach it. She looked around
the room frantically; her haven was suddenly a prison. The
windows were sealed, no way out. The vents were locked down
tight, nothing. She reached for something only to realize her
wings wouldn't be able to grab it. Brian managed to pull herself
into her old bed, and put her head on the rail out of
frustration. She felt like crying, which is when she fell asleep
much, much later.
Brian was only dimly aware of something holding her wings down and her
beak shut. "SHH! Don't struggle Jerry!" the voice was
familiar, one of the nurses! "We're getting you out of
here. I read this works on real birds, so stay calm ok?"
Brian had no time to react as something crude was put over her
head. A blindfold. Wonderful. But it did seem to calm
her at a very base level of consciousness. She did all he could
to not flail or panic as he felt a lot of motion. She heard
voices, momentum changes, she was being jostled too much. At one
point she was stuffed into a warm place, probably a jacket or
something. It felt like it was taking forever, sounds of running,
breathing hard, crashing of twigs and leaves, Brian had no clue what
was going on.
She heard the sound of a car starting, door open and closing.
Then the sensation of being in an enclosed place. "You have her?"
"Yeah, thankfully she's ok."
"Go go go go go!"
Then the sound of an engine roaring to life, and tires spinning on
dirt. Brian could sense how nervous they all were, it made her
feel uneasy. A hand was on her back, stroking between her wings,
it helped her feel calm, but she wasn't sure if it was for her or the
nurse holding her. Things didn't calm down until much later, when
the blindfold was removed. Brian looked around, and saw a few of
his doctors and nurses huddled around her. The room was dark, and
enclosed. It made her nervous. "You ok?" one asked.
Brian nodded, looking around nervously. "They shut the program
down Jerry. Pulled the plug on us. Military guys, guns,
they talked court marshal! We can't get our supplies. IT
was a risk to go get you but we weren't going to leave you to
die." Brian looked around, and saw nobody smiling or
joking. "I'm sorry Jerry. You're stuck as a bird."
Brian felt like all the blood drained from her head. Yes, she
wanted this but she wanted to go home afterwards! Was that what
that guy was talking about? Who was he? Brian felt
overwhelmed, and her feathers ruffled.
"hey, hey, relax Jerry." One of the nurses ran her hand along her
back. Brian tried to get himself under control, composed.
"We're working on a way to bring you back. We talked about it,
and it's what we owe you for your bravery. But we can't keep you
"Whoever came in will be looking for you if they know you're gone."
Doctor Levi said. "Tomorrow morning a friend of mine will be
taking you somewhere you should be safe. We won't be far away,
but we won't be able to help you for a long time. I'm sorry
Jerry, it's what we can do." Brian sulked. How long would
she be stuck like this? It was out of her...
wings.... now... Brian spent the night nervously waiting
for morning, hoping the door wouldn't be kicked in and she'd be carted
back to her death trap.
The next morning, Brian found himself if a cardboard box, in a
vehicle. "Don't worry girl." The woman said. "I know this
guy, he'll take real good care of ya." Brian had no way to reply,
and just wanted this nightmare to end. Box, out, now... For
just SO long... The car eventually stopped, and the box was
There wa a sensation of being moved, and she could hea the woman yell
"TIM! Where are ya!" then some more movement, Brian could
barely keep her feet. Then, thankfully, it stopped.
"This the bird you were telling me about?" It was a male voice,
"Yep!" the female said. "Best I can tell she's well fed but never
outside a cage."
"Poor girl!" Tim said. The box opened up, and Brian looked up to
see a young man, long blonde hair, and some thick leather gloves reach
in to her. Brian didn't fight as he grabbed her. "Well
she's used to human handling, might be hard to rehab her for the wild."
"At least she's healthy. But I don't think she can
fly." Brian looked at the woman quizzically. This woman
picked her up at the safe house from Dr. Levi, and may not have had a
clue what was going on. Brian still felt bewildered, was this a
test of some kind? Nothing made sense right now, and it was so
hard to keep track.
"I'll see if I can help her out." Tim said. "She got a name?"
"Not that I know of." The woman said. "I understand she was
rescued a while ago, and she got to me through a concerned friend."
"Allright." Tim said. "I'll keep an ear open for missing
birds." He helped Brian perch on his hand, and gave a brief
inspection. "I can see some of her flight muscles are very under
developed, probably an abuse case. Her owners might not come for
"I'm betting no." the woman said. Brian wanted to tell them
everything, kept wanting to interject, but all she could make were low
cracking sounds with her voicebox. They said their goodbyes, and
the man took her into the main building to give her a full physical
Brian felt helpless. "Easy girl." Tim said. "I'm not gonna
hurt you..." Brian felt him poke and prod, it was more than a
little disturbing and humiliating to be exposed to a total
stranger. The doctors had done this to her many times before but
this was different. This was a stranger touching and HEY!
Brian flapped hard. "Sorry girl! Gotta check that!"
Brian tried to attack out of reaction, but she was no match. Tim
wrestled her down easily, and continued the exam. He didn't say
much, but made some notes to himself on a clipboard. Brian was
thankful when the man stopped moving her around, and helped her stand
"Ok girl. Lemme get you into something a little more roomy than
your last home." Brian screeched a protest, his last "home" was
pretty nice! Tim took her to a cage, and placed her on a
perch. "Here ya go. Good view of the forest for ya."
Forest? What? Brian looked around nervously as the man
closed the cage behind him, and took a few moments to watch the new
She was nervous, obviously. Probably traumatized by her last
owner based on how she was looking around. Very under developed
musculature, probably kept in a very small cage and never allowed to
fly. At least here she'd be able to spread her wings out and
hopefully bulk up. Well taken care of at least, probably a meat
eater which is good. If she couldn't be rehabbed for the wild he
could still use her as a demonstration bird for school
appearances. He'd have to watch her on and off tonight to see how
she took being outside.
That night Brian was miserable. She was so tired from the night
before, but couldn't sleep. The damned crickets kept her
awake. And if it wasn't them it was the wind being too
cold. Or she'd hear something moving in the leaves, and look over
in time to see a mouse looking in at her. She shrieked at it,
causing it to scurry away. That made her feel better. But
she was not in a good mood when the sun rose. She'd never slept
outside before, and this sucked.
Jerry started to get a little concerned. It was bad when things
started to be declined, then his phone was shut off, his bank account
closed... Something was up. When he went to the bank, he
was a little surprised when the bank official told him he was supposed
to be dead! Something was definitely wrong.
After many phone calls, headaches, and repeated conversations, he went
to a friends house who he trusted and went to work. It took a
whole day of digging, but he found what he was looking for. He
read several pages of materials that he should not have had access
to. "Oh... fuck..." He turned to his friend, who was
reading comic books on his bed. "I'll pay you back for the
printer I'm about to destroy and the tree I'm about to use."
"Come on Sunshine." Brian mentally cringed at that name.
It'd been a dew days, and she'd been renamed "Sunshine" because she was
always up at Sunrise. Or Tim had a sense of humor about how
grumpy she'd been. Whichever, Tim called her "Sunshine"
now. She was reluctant to start in with this again, she was tired
and her breastbone hurt again. He lifted her up and lowered her
down, and out of reaction she spread her wings. "There ya
go!" Brian wasn't happy. "Come on girl! It's for your
Brian wanted to turn and tell this guy off. She wasn't a stupid
bird. She knew what he was up to, she could understand him
fine. She even knew why this was necessary, she DID cardio
training and knew it was to build muscle tone and so on. She just
hurt from the constant movement of her wings for the last few
days. She just wanted a massage, or someone who'd give her a hug
and say everything would be fine. Or a promise that this wasn't
really forever, just for right now. She wanted to cry, this was
only supposed to be a month as a bird, not the rest of her life!
But she couldn't. She was frustrated at all this. So fine,
she's stuck as a bird. Life gives you lemons and all that
crap. So she'd be a bird. She was physically able to fly,
but she couldn't. She should get it, she had superior
intellect! She just let her head down as Tim kept trying to make
her stupid wings work. "Ok girl, it's ok. This stuff takes
time." Tim put her down on the middle perch in her enclosure, and
reached into a pouch. He offered her some meat, which smelled
pretty good to Brian. She took it, and the taste was not that
bad. A little cold, but not bad. "Go ahead and rest, we'll
pick this up later."
Later that evening, Brian was staring into the woods. She could
see some of the birds out there twisting and turning, doing
effortlessly what she knew she should be able to do. She clenched
her beak, she knew she could do that. She'd only studied hang
gliding as a human and had a working knowledge on how flight should
work. Think, THINK! She blinked when she realized what she
was doing. She was thinking. Birds don't think about
flight, she realized. They just fly. She's a bird.
Don't think like a human on a glider, think like a hawk, dammit.
She felt a breeze cross her body, and it gave her an idea. Don't
think, learn and do. She knew that facing into the wind was the
best way to get lift, so she did. Then she spread her wings
gingerly, still sore from the days of movement she never had before,
and dug in her feet to the perch. She had talons, she's using
them. Then she began to experiment. Twisting her wings one
way gave a sensation, moving her head another, she had no hands but
could feel where her fingers used to be, and she could cup her wings a
little and feel the breeze want to push her body up. LIFT!
Not a lot, just enough! Dipping her head and angling the wings
made different sensations, and she could feel the gentle breeze
whipping around her feathers. So this is what it's like to
fly? She soared on her perch, feeling how the wind wanted to play
on her new form.
Tim was doing his final rounds before calling it a night. He
looked over the various cages, and got to Sunshine's. He could
see her facing away from him, her feet clamped into the bark of the
tree perch. And she was flying. Not really, but she was
teaching herself the moves. She'd probably never felt a solid,
steady breeze before today, so this had to be an experience for
her. Tim smiled. She was grumpy but she could learn
this. Probably just took a while to get her pissed off enough to
learn what she should have years before. He'd have her flying
sooner than later.
Jerry called dead into work. They laughed and let him have his
vacation with no warning so he could sort out his "living impaired"
status. He barricaded himself in his "dungeon" with a fridge full
of microwave burritos and enough Jolt cola to keep a nuclear reactor
going for weeks, and was going to get answers.
The old skills were coming back to him again, a little rusty but he's
still the ghost in the machine. Using the printouts as his
blueprint he went right after the names mentioned over and over.
He gained access into files, read up on what happened, and saw it all
laid out for him. Then he saw the few e-mails from a US Senator
that made his blood run cold. "We need to pluck a Falcon" it
said. "Reward for its carcass." Falcon. His old
hacker name. It came from a Senator Riley. This was worth
More digging, Senator Riley came to office a few years ago. Old
soldier, lots of military contacts with some of the names on the
blueprint list, and somehow he'd gained a few million dollars very
quietly in the last few years. "Oh come on, how could someone not
see this?" Jerry asked to nobody in particular, tossing the last empty
can into the bin. He put that window onto the secondary screen
and figured it's time to do a credit check to see if anyone noticed.
Senator Riley's credit reports said his identity was stolen once, and
cross-referencing that to his g-mail account and the name "falcon" came
up. Someone took credit as him? That's fucked up.
Especially since "Falcon" had an AOL account. Totally traceable,
what a noob. Jerry followed that lead to its source, and found
the parent account. It was an old "buddy" of his. Ok, he'd
look into that later and kick someone's ass for that. Right now,
he had to find Brian.
Senator Riley had been busy after that. Involved in DOD projects,
some labeled "top secret". Yeah, really secret ways to guard
e-mail accounts. With a password like "Scruffy" it's totally
secure. Pets, maiden names, kids names... didn't this guy
know anything about internet security? One project caught Jerry's
eye, simply called "Codename : Dumptruck" It was a name on his
blueprint. He fired up the printer, it was gonna be a 2 cartridge
Brian crashed again into the far wall of the flight pen. It hurt
her pride more than her beak. "I just wish I could tell her what
to do." Tim said to his assistant.
"I know." Sharon said. Sharon was always nice to Brian, so she
liked her. "But, she's gotta learn the hard way sometimes."
Brian huffed to himself. She knew full well what she needed to
do, but that landing is so complicated. Wings up, flair, legs
forward... No wait legs forward, wings, flair, back arch, grab
ground... ouch. Dammit. At least Sharon would pick
her up each time, help her get back to the launch perch, brush her
feathers that just so right way. How many days of crashing would
it take? So frustrating!
"A few more times and we'll take her back to her enclosure." Tim
said. Brian eyed the ground again. Not today. This is
the day. Wings out, push, still hurts the breastbone but I'm
gonna make this. Ground coming, flair, wings out, legs swing,
head up... No ow? Brian looked around almost stunned, she
stuck the landing! "Allright!" Tim was excited!
Yes! She'd done it! "Thatta girl!" Brian beamed with
pleasure as she was helped back up to the launch perch. She stuck
it a few more times before being put back in her enclosure.
After they had left, Brian had time to think about it, and felt
stupid. She felt like a fucking child, being patted on the head
for making her first baby steps. The more she sat and thought
about it, the more it almost disgusted her. She wasn't some
fledgling, she was a full grown... oh right. She's a
bird. And there's no way to tell these two that she has the mind
of a human in this tiny skull of hers. And even then, would they
believe it? Probably not.
She shook her head. Ok, so she's a bird still. How long has
she been a bird? Then she realized she didn't know. It
could have been a month, a week? She ruffled her feathers feeling
a wind blow past her. It was bothersome, but what can she do
now? Other than hope that Doctor Levi would figure out a way to
rescue her. Best she could do is not lose it, not just be a
bird. They wouldn't forget about her. They'd come back when
they could. If the military was really involved staying hidden
like this was the best option.
Time passed lightly for Brian. It was just getting easier to not
think of herself as a human stuck in a bird body, just being a bird was
simpler. Some days she just figured "Sunshine" was as good a name
as any other, so why not? This day she was outside of all the
enclosures, and she was gliding. It was her first time truly free
gliding like this, riding into the wind, not really going forward but
not going back either. Small movements were amplified in how she
stayed in the wind, a head flick, a tail flick, so subtle! So
much to take in!
Sharon held something in her gloved hand that got her attention.
She angled herself to intercept, and landed on Sharon's hand.
"There ya go girl." Sharon said. "Keep this up and we're gonna
run out of mice." Brian's head shot up. MICE?!?! I've
been eating MICE?!? She felt her stomach hurk, and she vomited
onto the ground. "Oh... oh.... Not good." Sharon
said. She brought the bird into the main office to let Tim have a
look, birds shouldn't get suddenly sick like that. Brian groaned
on the inside. Still human, after all, and another exam and
It was getting to re-election time. John Riley was gearing up for
a reelection campaign. He won the last few, this should be a
breeze. And if not he'd arrange for some quality time with the
right people. Business was lucrative, and good. He
chartered a private jet to fly to his home state. He got on
board, and soon he was en route.
After they were airborne, Jerry came out of the washroom with a stack
of printouts. The flight was empty, just the senator. Just
as it'd been arranged. He sat down next to the man and slammed
the printouts on the next seat. The senator looked up from his
paperwork more than a little surprised. "Skree, motherfucker."
"Who the hell are you?" John asked in a huff.
"You called me Falcon." Jerry said sarcastically.
John looked at the man with a skeptical eye, then felt his face turn
white. "You're dead." He said. "I made sure of that."
"Then call me the Crow." Jerry said. "You may have killed
someone, but it wasn't me."
"I had you turned into a fucking bird!" John said. "You fucked me
over and I fucked you over! You're not Falcon."
"You fucked someone over, but not me." Jerry said. "Actually, you
fucked a lot of people over. Susan Amosha? David
Goldsmith? Adam Huan? Very slick."
"I don't know what you're talking about. As soon as we land I'm
having you arrested." John said angrily.
"I bet you will." Jerry ran his thumb down the stack of
printouts. "You have no idea how fucked up you really are. You
helped set up a program that nobody could believe is real to dispose of
people that you felt screwed you over. Very slick." Jerry leaned
back in the chair. "The only problem is that you left a paper
trail." Jerry picked up the top sheet and showed it to the
Senator. "Scruffy? Come on. How stupid are you
"What do you want from me?" The senator asked. He'd play this
game, and have this jackass killed later.
"Your ass in a sling wide enough to let everyone fuck you." Jerry
said. "And we'll start by letting 'Boner' in first."
John began to get red in the face. "This ends now." He
stood up, and walked to the front cabin. "Pilot! Land this
"That's a negative sir." The pilot said.
"WHAT?" John smashed his fist into the wall. "I'll have
"That's a negative too sir." The pilot said. "Now please be
seated, we have a flight plan."
Jerry quietly got up behind John at this point, and put something into
the square of his back. He pulled the trigger, and John felt
something prick into him. His legs got weak, and he slowly
collapsed to the floor. "See, here's the problem when you get
other people to do your dirty work." Jerry said. "Sometimes, they
miss." John felt the cold, numb sensation go over his body, and
began to get scared. "OH don't worry senator, I didn't kill
you. But you'll wish I had."
John blacked out. Jerry looked up to the pilot, who just nodded,
going back to his instrument panel. Jerry got to work to restrain
Sunshine was flying around the compound, making arced turns, gracefully
banking around the main office and soaring up and over the tree
line. She felt free, more so than ever before. The scents
of the surrounding forest filled her soul, the visions of every leaf
distinct, she knew everything around her. This was what freedom
Tim watched her with a sense of pride. "Aren't you afraid she'll
fly away?" Sarah asked.
"No." Tim said. "She still doesn't know how to hunt for
food. She's dependant on us." Tim watched as Sunshine
turned sharply and made a dive run at the ground. He cringed
until she pulled out and up, and gracefully landed on the roof of the
main building. She looked right at him, and Tim swore she was
chuckling at him. "But she's still got a streak in her."
"Oh definitely." Susan said. "It's almost like she enjoys messing
with us sometimes."
"Warped sense of humor. That's my Sunshine." Tim shook his
head. Sunshine wasn't even a part of that reality, she was
looking around, enjoying the height. She wondered how high she
could really fly. She spread her wings, and launched upwards.
"The plane with Senator John Riley has still not been found.
Sources say that it may have crashed in a remote area of the Dakotas,
but that could not be confirmed. The military is searching along
the flight path for any sign of debris, or signs of life. We have
a live update from our own..." The TV turned off. John
fought against the cuffs holding him in place as he heard footsteps
"They won't find it." The voice said. "You're dead now."
John felt his arm exposed, and a cold sensation as something was rubbed
against it. "Just for future reference, you should never e-mail
your hit list to anyone. And if you do, you shouldn't save it on
an internet server." John felt a sharp sting, followed by a cold
sensation that seemed to flow through his body. "Doctor?
You're sure this will work?"
"Positive." John couldn't turn his head to look. "And this
is an accelerated version of the formula. It should work in a
matter of days."
"And it will hurt?" John couldn't see an answer, but the
footsteps came back, and the man knelt down to be face to face with
John. John recognized him, Jim Bonter, everyone called him
"boner" back in country. "Just so you know, I didn't leave you to
die. That wasn't my call. That was from a higher up, and we
were just following orders. I wanted to go back but they wouldn't
let us. Is that why I was on your list?" John spit in his
old friend's face. "I'll take that as a yes. I hope God has
mercy on your soul, I sure as hell don't." He got up and walked
around. "Clear all this shit out of here, knock his ass out
before you unlock him, he might try to escape."
Outside of the room, General Bonter met with Doctor Levi and Jerry as
various army technitians were cleaning out the room he was just
in. "Any word where my son might be?"
"No Sir." Doctor Levi said. "He may have been released into
Yosemite, but there's no guarantee. We can give the antidote to
all the bears and see what happens. I'm fairly sure it won't have
an effect on normal animals."
"No, that would be a waste." The general said. "If he did, my
son's probably already dead. But I'll have my people look over
the reports you have, see if he wrote where they dropped him
off." Jerry nodded.
"I'll keep looking Sir." Jerry said.
General Bonter gritted his teeth a little. "I've got my team on
this one. You worry about your friend. I'll worry about my
boy." Jerry only nodded. "That asshole went over my
head. He never learned that the problem with setting shit up over
other peoples heads is it always crashes on yours. I'll be in
touch with you both." And with that, the General left.
After some silence, Jerry looked to the Doctor. "So there's a
"In theory, yes." He said. "I worked on it, but patients were
always taken away after the one month to another facility for the cure
phase. At least that's what we were told. It was to make
our jobs more efficient they said."
Jerry nodded sadly. "What about Brian?"
"I think I know where she is. She had to be placed somewhere
safe, because we were afraid for her life." The doctor said. "But
I think he can be found. I need to stay here with John, to
monitor his progress. It should only be a few days, the serum we
gave him is the undiluted formula." The doctor looked into the
room at the naked senator laying on the ground. "I can't help but
feel like I violated the Hippocratic oath."
John woke up in a white room. He was naked, and the mirrors on
the walls told him he was being watched. He stood up slowly, and
looked around. "When I get out of here..." he said slowly.
"I swear to GOD I'm gonna..." He never finished his
sentence. He screamed in agony as his arm cracked, both
joints twisting painfully to the side as their new DNA sequence took
hold. And it only got louder when he began to rapidly drop mass.
Sunshine was pulled out of the car, and released from her cage.
Finally! She spread her wings and flapped them a few times.
"I know, car trips suck." Tim said. Tim reached into the pouch
and offered her some more meat, which she took happily. It tasted
good, the rabbit must be fresh. "Just gotta take this stuff out
of the car..." Tim was talking to himself again, Sunshine really
didn't care. She flapped and took off, going to the top of the
From there she could see another dust trail coming up the road.
Visitors? So soon after a school trip? Well why not,
another orphan for Tim to dote over. She took off to the dust
cloud, and hovered above it to get a good look. A mini-van,
traveling at a decent speed to the main office. She was amused,
and soared behind it all the way to the rehab center. She landed
on a nearby tree and watched the people get out.
Much to her shock, the first out was Doctor Levi! She blinked
hard a few times, and a lot of her mind reeled to see him again.
Next out was Jerry! A third man got out as well, She had no idea
who he was. With them, in a cage, was some kind of very angry
animal. "I wasn't expecting you guys so soon!" Tim said.
"This is the skunk?"
"Yeah, we caught him outside of someone's house going through the
garbage." Jerry said. "We hope we can leave him here where he
won't be destroyed."
"Well no promises." Tim said. "We'll keep him in isolation to
make sure he doesn't have rabies, and if he's clear we'll see what we
"He may have been a domestic." Doctor Levi said. "It looks as if
he's been neutered."
"Neutering a skunk?" Tim asked with a laugh. "Now that would be a
first. Has he sprayed?"
"No." Doctor Levi said. "Not even when we caught him. He
may be deglanded too."
"Well, let's get him into isolation first." Tim said. "We can
work out some details."
Brian took off from his perch, and landed near Doctor Levi. Tim,
the stranger and Jerry were taking care of the skunk. The doctor
saw a hawk land near by, and was taken back. He looked it over,
and smiled. "Brian? Is that you?" The bird nodded,
making some hesitant steps towards to doctor. "The worst is
over. They won't be chasing us down anymore. We can cure
you now. At least I'm almost sure we can. We can bring you
back to normal."
Brian thought about it, and was excited! Finally! This hell
could end! She could get on with life, go back to being human
again! No more mice or rabbit meat, a good juicy steak sounded
really good! No drafty cages or sleeping outside any more.
She could get back out to the city! Sure she'd miss this outdoor
thing but finally, a human again!
"We're arranging for a place to work with you. When we have it,
we'll come back for you and bring you back to humanity." Brian
nodded happily as the Doctor patted her head. "It shouldn't be
more than a few days from now."
The cage door opened up, and John stumbled out of the thing. It
was bad enough that he had been drugged, but to be treated like
this... it was degrading. Men should not be poking other
men in those places! The door closed behind him, and he looked
with hate at the young man staring back at him. "There ya go lil
fella!" John tired to yell back at the man, he was no little
fellow, he was a Senator! He was a man of power! This was a
Tim just shook his head. "You'll calm down soon enough lil
guy." This was one angry skunk, and it had good reason to
be. Declawed, neutered, scent glad removed, overweight...
Someone spoiled this thing and tried to treat it like a pet. Who
knows where they come from, he figured it was his job to care for the
orphans of humanity. "Hopefully you're not rabid. I hate
destroying you guys." The skunk looked up at him and stopped, and
Tim thought for a moment the thing understood. Nah, it's a
skunk. They don't understand. Tim made sure the food and
water were there, and he went off to check on the other cages.
John sat on his haunches and growled to himself. Someone would
pay for this, as soon as he could figure a way out. And could
figure out how to not be a skunk anymore. And could convince the
world he wasn't dead. He tested the wire on the cage, no way he
could chew through it. Chew? What was he thinking? He
pushed on it a few times, and it didn't give way. He looked at
the door, it was padlocked. Nothing he could pick the lock with,
and with these stupid paws he wasn't climbing anything to get up
there. He paced the cage for a while, finally stopping, laying on
his back and looking up. He saw a hawk soaring overhead, playing
on the winds, effortlessly gliding thought the air. John snorted
to himself. Stupid bird, what did it know anyway?
A few days later, Sharon came into Tim's office. "Where's
Tim looked up from the keyboard. "Umm, she's not here." He said
with some hesitance. "She's probably not coming back."
"Is she ok? Oh God is she dead?" Sharon asked.
"Not... quite..." Tim said. "Umm... I need to explain
the donation we just received, but you're not going to believe this and
I'm still not sure I do."
Brian was perched in his new room. It felt so cramped, with only
a small window that she was already next to. Dr. Levi pushed
layers of feathers away and prepped the spot. "According to all
the data, this should work." He said, injecting the liquid into Brian's
wing. "But we've never had the chance to try it. If you
hurt or anything, you need to tell us." Brian nodded.
Jerry got up and approached Brian almost hesitantly. "Dude,
I... I had no idea. I'm so sorry." Brian just
nodded. "When you're back to normal, I'll make it up to you
somehow bro." Brian nodded again. She could get back to
"She should rest a while." Doctor Levi said. "It's been a hard
day for her, we should let her be."
A week later, Dr. Levi was meeting with Tim at the center. "There
should have been some change by now." He said. "Brian's progress
should have at least some mass gain, or feathers beginning to
drop. And so far, I don't see anything. It's why I brought
him back, I don't know anything about veterinary medicine. I want
to make sure Brian's healthy."
Tim nodded, listening. What he and the army guy showed him was
almost too incredible to believe, but just the amount of evidence was
enough to take it at face value. And it would explain a lot of
Sunshi... Brian's behavior if she was truly self aware.
"Ok, let me take a look?" He gave Brian an exam, trying to be a
lot more gentle than before. He then nodded. "Umm, well I
can tell you that she's healthy. Is there a way to get some blood
for exams that way?" Dr. Levi helped get some samples, which
Brian hated but she didn't have to watch.
Brian was getting frustrated. The treatments were put on hold
pending the blood work, and she was not happy waiting for them in this
cramped place. At least at the shelter she was outside.
This was cramped, and she wasn't pleased. At least the Doctor and
some of the old staff kept her company. The time just dragged on
Days passed with no word. Then Dr. Levi came into the room one
night, and Brian could tell by his expression that it wasn't good
news. He sat down next to Brian's perch. "Look,
umm... there's a complication that we hadn't anticipated."
Brian's body language spoke volumes as she sulked a little.
"You've gone through hormonal changes as a part of changing
gender. The treatment we gave you would have worked a month after
the change, but some time in the last nine months or so your body had a
massive hormonal shift. For lack of a better term you're
fertile. We can't change you back because of the biological
Brian stood shocked. Nine months? She'd been a bird for
nine months? And she... was a she forever now? She
started to make awkward sounds, trying to digest it all. "We're
not giving up on you yet Brian." Dr. Levi said quickly. "We're
not gonna stop until we have a way to change you back." Brian
tried to nod, but felt like the floor was dropped out from under
her. "We think that the best thing to do for now is take you back
to the center. He knows how to care for you better than we
can." Brian only nodded, she wasn't happy but the logic was
sound, but emotionally she was a wreck. And she really, really
wanted a hug and to be told this was all just a bad dream.
A few days later Brian was still sulking at the rehab center. She
was allowed out but it just didn't seem right. And the skunk kept
trying to throw things at her, and that didn't make her very
happy. Tim came out one day with another hawk, a badly injured
one, and placed it in another cage near by. Something in Brian
found some comfort in the company of another red-tailed hawk. She
spent a lot of time next to his cage, and he seemed to respond to her.
Tim came out one morning to see Sunshine in her cage. She had
made a very crude nest out of things she obviously found and dragged
into the enclosure. "Hey there girl!" He approached the
cage, and she let out a shrill cry as he got close. "Ok!
Ok! Calm down! It's not like I'm gonna..." He then
had a look under her belly. "Oh... oh.... Wow..."
Jerry drove up with Doctor Levi to see Brian's progress. "How's
she doing?" Jerry asked.
"Well she and the little ones are good." Tim said as he led the others
to the enclosure. "They all hatched a few days ago, and it looks
like she's got motherly instincts to teach them. She won't let me
get close to them, but she comes to me for food for them. It's
almost cute in a way."
"Almost." Jerry said. "But Brian's still in there, right?"
"I hope so." Dr. Levi said. "I'm hoping that mating didn't affect
"She's a good mom." Tim said. "But eventually the little guys
will have to go. I figure in a few months, after she's taught
them to hunt."
"She can hunt?" Jerry asked.
Tim nodded. "She's not the best, but she could if she needed to."
Sunshine saw the three of them talking over in the distance, and they
could stay there. She was upset when the male she mated with
passed on, she really liked him. Tim explained to her that the
injures it had sustained were what did him in, and gave her some time
to mourn the loss, but in three little beaks she could see her
mate. She felt a wave of happiness go through her again, seeing
her little ones. Perhaps being a bird wasn't so bad after all?
But, no time for that now. There were some hungry mouths to
feed. And she wasn't sure exactly how to raise these, but she
could do it. She only hoped Tim could help her teach them to hunt
for themselves. She spread her wings, and took off for where she
knew she could get some food for the little ones.
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