Lionel sneezed. Unlike rest of the experiments, he was considered a bit 'weak'. Being human meant catching a cold if he stayed in the cold region for too long. Completely human except for the small wings of his back that expanded to till his elbows if fully opened. But it wasn't the size that mattered. He pulled the front of his shirt up to his nose and jumped up, traveling vertically upward before he dived horizontally, gaining speed. The icy region soon vanished from under him replaced by a moderately cold environment. But he knew it was all artificial. Even the 'sun' didn't provide heat, just light. He flapped his wings for one final burst as he left the colder end of the Habitat, passing by some other flying experiments in a blur, who in turn squawked angrily. He could see his favorite tree in sight, the place where he slept most of time, when the scientists weren't using him. Landing softly, he lay down on a thick branch and closed his eyes, taking in the quiet. Apparently. Loud clanks started reaching his ears, growing louder every passing second. Sighing he got up. 'What gives?' he descended to the ground and saw the sight her. Number 99. He (or was it a she?) never talked to anyone. And here she lay, blood dripping down her legs. He walked over and nudged her bare feet with his toes, careful not to let his/her blood touch his clothes.