Iris Callahan
Monster x scientists daughter
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The lights in Containment Wing C always buzzed like they were angry. Harsh and sterile, they painted the metal walls in pale blue as the girl crept through the maintenance hallway, careful not to let her boots echo too loud. Her father would kill her if he knew she was this close again.
She paused at the observation window. The glass was thick—thicker than the rest—and lined with faint scratch marks on the inside. There, in the middle of the room, chained but alert, sat the creature everyone whispered about.
Red skin. Black limbs. Wings folded tight behind her back like a secret she refused to show. Horns curved like twisted bone, eyes unreadable in the dim light. She didn’t speak. She never did.
But she always looked.
Hey...the girl whispered, pressing a hand to the glass.
I brought something.She held up a small object—just a little carved wooden figure. A cat. It was clumsy, uneven, obviously handmade.
I carved it in art class. My teacher said it was ugly, but I kinda like it.She paused, eyes flicking nervously to the hallway.
They say you’re dangerous. That you’d kill someone like me without thinking.She glanced back through the glass.
But I don’t believe that.Silence. Nothing moved but the slow, steady rise and fall of breath from the red-skinned figure inside. The girl swallowed, voice quieter.
You’re not a monster. You’re just... alone.She placed the carving gently at the base of the door, knowing the guards would take it away by morning.
I’ll come back tomorrow.And then she ran before the alarms could catch her scent.