Controlled

Chapter One
The baby owl spread his wings, looking over the mountain-top with pleasure. He was smiling at the rising sun, hoping his mother wouldn't be fretting over him being out, though she'd barely blink an eye if he notified her he was going to die.

He whipped his head around to find two phantoms marching toward him. He greeted them with a smile. "How are you today?" He asked. They just looked at him firmly, as if they were about to snatch him. He grinned as he remembered buying his favorite book, Slave Of The Phantoms. He remembered it was about somebody stuck in a phantom prison?

"Are you taking me away? Can I tell my mom first?" The baby owl was playing totally clueless, but he was actually a very smart and quick thinker. He smiled when the phantoms mumbled, "Um. This kid..."

They finally looked up. One of them was fidgeting, obviously nervous and rethinking whatever he planned his actions to be when he first approached the owl. Neither of the fighters had any desire to kill the owl as they'd once schemed, and if he refused or they had any 'delays', they'd imprison him in their dungeons.

But this young animal set off an inspiration, a twinkle in your eye, something only the truest of hearts could ever see or understand. But they did, and they were very false people. They killed out of spite or for their own benefit; they earned money for every animal they took to the prisons and tortured or killed for their master. But this special animal was very diverse.

He seemed like a different type to them.

Had they discovered a different species?

Chapter Two
Frankly, the owl just wanted to be friends.

He didn't expect them to lift him with all their might (or seemingly so) and cry out into the dawn sky, spreading their voices, echoing it loud and proud.

They wanted to experiment on him. While they're backs were turned, the owl fled.