Escape pt.2
(Word Count: 3186)
POV: Melwyn
Date: March 368 Ac (2 years ago)
Location: An underground fighting pit, in the slums of the City of Kus'Qari
Trigger Warning: Child Abuse
I couldn't move. I laid on my side with my arms and legs folded close to my body. The cold stone floor under me helped numb the pain somewhat, but i knew it wouldn't really go away for a couple of days, at least. I was also thirsty. Master had left a bowl of water earlier, but it was placed too far for me to reach without moving, and it hurt too much to do so. I let out a small sigh of frustration, and pain immediately radiated from my ribs. I gritted my teeth as i waited for it to slowly subside to a more tolerable level. Every part of my body was hurting, even my skin felt like it was on fire, especially along my back. It had taken a long time to feel anything since i had been rather distracted this time around. I think that frustrated him a lot, and it why it went on for so long. Truthfully, i did not expect the beating would be this bad. They were much rarer nowadays, since i won most of my matches and never skipped one, so maybe i just wasn't used to pain anymore. I thought about it for a moment. Only the crackle of a nearby torchlight behind me that illuminated the hall outside the cage broke the heavy silence, as my shadow danced on the brick wall in front of me. No, that's not it. This one was much worse. I couldn't complaint too much, however, since i knew it was my fault. I challenged him, threatened him even, in front of the whole crowd. I was so mad at that moment, mad at what i had done to Caleon, at what he made me do to him, that i didn't think properly about the consequences. I was too brazen, and he put me back in my rightful place: Beneath him. He had spent the last few hours beating me, punching me, wiping me and giving me a few solid kicks in the ribs to prove it. He even burned me with an hot iron again, something he hadn't done in years. But at least, he hadn't used a battan. Those were the worst. I turned onto my back, sucking air through my teeth as i did. It was covered in wounds from the lashes and the burning iron. The cold floor soothed the pain a little bit, but moving had unfortunately made me cough, and it felt like Master was kicking me in the chest again. When i recovered, i looked straight up, at the grey ceiling above me. I could see a few cracks on it and i would've wished it fell onto me, if it wasn't for the promise i had just made to Caleon. I closed my eyes. I felt lonely and in pain. I didn't care much about my body; It would heal eventually. But i wasn't so sure about my heart. I wanted to talk to him again, like we did yesterday. I wanted to hear his voice again, telling me that it's gonna be alright, or anything. But i knew it wasn't possible. He was gone. A tear fell along my bruised cheek. I'm sorry Caleon, i'm so sorry. * * * * * I fell asleep at some point, but i wasn't sure how long i had slept. At least a day, i assumed, as i woke up to a guard banging on the bars of my cage, which meant that it was morning. I did feel a bit better now. I could move for once, and even with the silver cuffs still on my wrists and ankles, my wounds had started to slowly heal over. The thirst hadn't gone away though. In fact, it was much worse than before. I got up from my back and slowly crawled towards the water bowl. I began drinking it, lapping at the water since i was too weak to pick up the bowl. The water was warm and gross, but i didn't care it. Unfortunately, i drank it too fast and it went down the wrong way, making me cough. Pain ignited in my body once again, making me wince. Perhaps i wasn't healed as much as i'd hoped for. My arms shook below me as i turned around and slowly and carefully pushed myself up, into a sitting position against the wall behind me. There, i took short breathes to calm myself as the pain slowly faded away. Sleepiness took hold soon after and i drifted off to sleep. * * * * * With each passing day, i managed to stay awake a bit longer with each passing day, though i still slept during most of them. I had no idea what day of the week it was, but my best guess was Wednesday, 5 days after the match. My body was still hurting, but it was manageable. What i couldn't ignore anymore was my stomach. The hunger was really starting to get to me. I still had water, but it wasn't enough to fill me anymore. And i had nothing to distract me from it. When i was younger, Master had given me some chalk as a gift, which i used to draw on the stone wall. When Old Makky told us his story about the trees and the snow, i drew them on the wall. They were pretty accurate according to him, but Master didn't like that, and took the chalks away and wiped my drawings off the wall. But even then, i still had Caleon in the cage next to me to talk too. We would stay up long into the night, talking and playing mind games, like counting. He was always so good at those. All of it by telepathy of course, until i got a headache and used my real voice, which Caleon would mock me for. I smiled for a second as i recalled the memory. I wished, more than anything in the whole world, to be able to talk to him again, for one last time. Did i regret what i did? Absolutely. Would i do it again? Absolutely. I let out a wry chuckle at myself. I think i'm going crazy. Is the hunger getting to me? I was truly confused. How was it possible to answer the same thing to both of these questions? I don't know why i feel like this. I leaned my head against the wall and let out a sigh. As i did, something caught my eye and i froze. Is the door... open? I couldn't believe was i was seeing. Using the wall to support me, i got up from the floor and staggered my way to the door. It was indeed open, but barely. I probably wouldn't have noticed anything weird stting in front of it, instead of off to the side. I put a hand on one of the bars and was startled somewhat as the door moved with a metallic groan. I took a step back, my heart racing. It was was actually open. Why? how? Did one of the guards forgot to lock it? However, a bigger question was forming in my mind and took over all others. Should i leave? I stood there, in front of the door, thinking it over. I didn't know the way out, but i did know the way to the fighting pit. And people from the outside had access to the stands above it, which meant that there was a way out from there. But could i reach it from the the pit below? I had no idea. The cuffs on my hand and ankle were also a big issue. If i crossed a guard, or multiple of them, i couldn't shift to defend myself, even in just my hybrid form, because of the silver in them. But there's not way i could get them off, so they'll have to stay. I hesitated, but i knew was i had to do already. I made a promise to him that i would pursue our dream of freedom for both of us. I had to try. I pushed the door open, fully this time. I was getting out of here. * * * * * Something was wrong, i was sure of it by now. It wasn't just my cage, everything on the way to the pit was open. Not only that, but i hadn't seen any guards on the way here. The sections where the rest of the shifters were was locked up, so i figured that i would return with help to get them out as well. Where is everyone? I asked myself as i reached the fighting pit. It was eerily quiet now, without the rowdy cheering crowds. I began spinning around, looking for an access to the upper section of the arena, where the stands were located. I never had paid much attention to things outside the pit during combat. Actually, this was the first time i'd been here outside of a match. But now i was able to look more carefully, and i quickly spotted that one section of the wall around the pit was damaged and had bricks protruding from it. I made my way over there and began climbing the wall. I nearly fell almost immediately however when one of the bricks came loose and fell to the sand bellow, but i managed to grip the wire fence above the wall. Finally, with tired arms, i pulled myself up and over the wall. I stayed there for a minute or two, kneeling on the wall and leaned on the fence, to catch my breath. When i felt rested enough, i started pushing against the netting along the wall. It took a few tries, but eventually one of the wooden polls bent and cracked, and the whole net fell inwards, with me on top. I got up to my feet with a groan, and cursed the fact that i was already feeling so weak. I climbed the stairs between the rows of seat carved into the stone and towards at the very top of the room. The exit led to a torch lit hallway, which seemed to be a bit more well maintained than the ones i was familiar with leading to the pit below. It had a higher ceiling and more torches, as well as a tilled floor that slowly slopped upwards. Movement to my left caught me by surprise and i barely had time to step back as a blade cut the air inches from my face. A guard stood in front of me, blocking my way. I growled at him, telling him to let me go. The guardsmen took a step back, but kept blocking my way, waving his sword in my face. I couldn't shift easily nor could i heal with these cuffs on me, but i could still deal with him. He still hadn't moved as he kept telling me to go back. Yeah, right! I lunged at him. He looked surprised by my speed but nonetheless tried getting me with his sword. However, i leaned below his strike and punched him in the stomach. He groaned in pain and leaned down, which is when i hit him in the face with my knee. He fell to the ground, dropping his sword, which clattered on the ground next to him. I won, but i was exhausted. I panted as i waited next to him for a few seconds, both to catch my breath, and to make sure he wasn't getting up again. I didn't even get hit by him, but my body was still hurting badly from the exertion. I shook my head. No matter, i need to keep going! I grabbed his sword and began running up the slopped hallway. I didn't stop running for a while. I had no idea where i was going. I kept turning onto tunnels that went up, but didn't feel like i was getting closer to the exit. That is, until i turned yet another corner and was meet with an unfamiliar, but beautiful sight at the end of the tunnel. Sunlight. I knew it was the sun because it was much more intense than the light the torches gave, and it wasn't flickering like fire did. If that's sunlight, then it must be the exit! The light grew more intense as i kept running down the hall towards it. My lungs burned, my throat stung, and my legs felt like they should have already gave out, but i couldn't stop. I was so close. Something moved to block the light. A guard. I didn't slow down. If i keep this speed, i can tackle him, its fine. Then, a second one appeared next to him. Both of them blocked a large part of the light, but i still didn't stop. I can slip between them. Just keep going! A third person came into view, and the light was completely blocked now. It was Master. Oh. Oh shit... I found myself stopping almost involuntarily, stumbling and nearly falling flat on my face. Once i steadied myself, i looked up at him. No... Why is he here? The spike of fear that had made me stop was quickly being burned away by a swell of rage as he grinned at me. "Oh Melwyn, you stupid mutt, you really fell for it, didn't you?" I frowned back at him, which made him chuckle. "What? You really thought i would forget to lock you up? After what you did? How stupid are you?" I clenched my teeth and looked down as i realised my mistake. It was a trap... He was testing me. My loyalty... Fuck, i'm so fucking stupid... As i looked back up, i could see the two guards besides Master clasping their battans, ready to attack me if i tried anything. Being so tired, i knew i stood little chance against them, especially as they had battans. But i couldn't give up now. Not when i could litterally smell the outside air coming in from behind them. "Let me go." I said, simply. "I don't want to fight for you anymore. I'm done." Master looked at me like he was trying to figure out if i was being serious. Eventually, he realised the truth and took a step towards me, making me flinch a little. "I don't care what you think, yuht!* You belong to me, and you will do as i fucking say!" "I won't!" I shouted back at him, clenching the handle of my sword with both hands. Just then however, i heard running behind me and turned to see three guards coming our way, all armed with swords and battans. I was trapped. Pain suddenly erupted on the side of my face, and i lost my balance. Master had punched me when i wasn't looking. I fell to the ground, but i remained on my knees and immediately tried getting back up. A kick in the stomach sent me back to the ground. A second, and a third one sucked the air out of my lungs. I felt a rib crack against his boot as he yelled down at me. "12 fucking year! I've always treated you fairly! Gave you food, shelter! I even let you have a fucking friend, for Halin's sake!" He kicked me again a few times as i tried protecting myself the best i could. The pain made me tear up. "I did all this for you, ever since you were a baby! And this is how you repay me? Huh?!" He stopped kicking my body to stomp my head a few times, making my ears ring. "Conspiring with that cat friend of yours? Stupid fuck, look where that got him!" I tried to speak up, but i wasn't able to as he began to kick my body again. "And now, you're trying to run away! As if i'd ever let you leave!" Eventually, he stopped for a bit, panting, and i did the same. I took short gasping breathes as i clenched my stomach, struggling to breathe through the pain. He then crouched down next to me and grabbed my hair to make me look at him. "I knew you would be the one to survive, you know." He said in a measured tone. I struggled to see much of anything past the tears and blood in my eyes. "You've always been a fighter, at least there's that." He leaned closer to me. "Your friend Caleon, on the other hand" He said, a smirk on his face. "He was a weak coward, and he took the easy way out." He let go of my hair and got up to his feet. Something. somewhere inside me snapped as i heard him talk about Caleon. The pain all over my body was in an instant as it began shifting to a wolf on its own accord. As it did, i turned and leaped towards him, grabbing his leg and making him fall. He turned towards me with a look of terror on his face. He clearly wasn't expecting me to be able to shift, and to be honest, i wasn't sure how i did it. I wasn't sure i was the one doing anything right now. He kicked my face and turned to get up again. He didn't. My fangs pierced the leather of his boot and the skin underneath as i bit down into his leg as hard as i could. Master yelled in pain and he began using his other leg to try and kick me away. Instead i bit down harder. Hard enough to feel the bones and muscles just over his ankle crack and split. Suddenly, a familiar pain spread along my back, and then to the rest of my body as i was hit with a battan. I didn't let go immediately, but then another one was applied to my neck, and despite the fur, the contact was so bad that i wasn't able to hold my wolf form anymore. My fangs, claws and fur disappeared and Master was able to crawl away and behind his guards. Master getting up, but gasped in pain when he tried putting weight on his injured leg. He fell to the ground again and had to be helped and held up by one of the guards. I couldn't help but feel pride seeing that. It was the first time i had ever attacked Master, and i though i would feel scared, but i was mostly sad that his leg was the only thing i had been able to reach. The other guards had surrounded me now and began zapping me with their battans over and over again. I barely felt the pain this time. I couldn't feel much of anything actually, like my body was already dead. I turned to the light that shone from outside, barely visible between the legs of the guards. It was the last thing i saw as i fell into darkness.
Part 1: Part 3: Upcoming...
*Yuht (Yut): An anti-Shapeshifter slur used mostly in the Kavasian Empire.
Date: March 368 Ac (2 years ago)
Location: An underground fighting pit, in the slums of the City of Kus'Qari
Trigger Warning: Child Abuse
I couldn't move. I laid on my side with my arms and legs folded close to my body. The cold stone floor under me helped numb the pain somewhat, but i knew it wouldn't really go away for a couple of days, at least. I was also thirsty. Master had left a bowl of water earlier, but it was placed too far for me to reach without moving, and it hurt too much to do so. I let out a small sigh of frustration, and pain immediately radiated from my ribs. I gritted my teeth as i waited for it to slowly subside to a more tolerable level. Every part of my body was hurting, even my skin felt like it was on fire, especially along my back. It had taken a long time to feel anything since i had been rather distracted this time around. I think that frustrated him a lot, and it why it went on for so long. Truthfully, i did not expect the beating would be this bad. They were much rarer nowadays, since i won most of my matches and never skipped one, so maybe i just wasn't used to pain anymore. I thought about it for a moment. Only the crackle of a nearby torchlight behind me that illuminated the hall outside the cage broke the heavy silence, as my shadow danced on the brick wall in front of me. No, that's not it. This one was much worse. I couldn't complaint too much, however, since i knew it was my fault. I challenged him, threatened him even, in front of the whole crowd. I was so mad at that moment, mad at what i had done to Caleon, at what he made me do to him, that i didn't think properly about the consequences. I was too brazen, and he put me back in my rightful place: Beneath him. He had spent the last few hours beating me, punching me, wiping me and giving me a few solid kicks in the ribs to prove it. He even burned me with an hot iron again, something he hadn't done in years. But at least, he hadn't used a battan. Those were the worst. I turned onto my back, sucking air through my teeth as i did. It was covered in wounds from the lashes and the burning iron. The cold floor soothed the pain a little bit, but moving had unfortunately made me cough, and it felt like Master was kicking me in the chest again. When i recovered, i looked straight up, at the grey ceiling above me. I could see a few cracks on it and i would've wished it fell onto me, if it wasn't for the promise i had just made to Caleon. I closed my eyes. I felt lonely and in pain. I didn't care much about my body; It would heal eventually. But i wasn't so sure about my heart. I wanted to talk to him again, like we did yesterday. I wanted to hear his voice again, telling me that it's gonna be alright, or anything. But i knew it wasn't possible. He was gone. A tear fell along my bruised cheek. I'm sorry Caleon, i'm so sorry. * * * * * I fell asleep at some point, but i wasn't sure how long i had slept. At least a day, i assumed, as i woke up to a guard banging on the bars of my cage, which meant that it was morning. I did feel a bit better now. I could move for once, and even with the silver cuffs still on my wrists and ankles, my wounds had started to slowly heal over. The thirst hadn't gone away though. In fact, it was much worse than before. I got up from my back and slowly crawled towards the water bowl. I began drinking it, lapping at the water since i was too weak to pick up the bowl. The water was warm and gross, but i didn't care it. Unfortunately, i drank it too fast and it went down the wrong way, making me cough. Pain ignited in my body once again, making me wince. Perhaps i wasn't healed as much as i'd hoped for. My arms shook below me as i turned around and slowly and carefully pushed myself up, into a sitting position against the wall behind me. There, i took short breathes to calm myself as the pain slowly faded away. Sleepiness took hold soon after and i drifted off to sleep. * * * * * With each passing day, i managed to stay awake a bit longer with each passing day, though i still slept during most of them. I had no idea what day of the week it was, but my best guess was Wednesday, 5 days after the match. My body was still hurting, but it was manageable. What i couldn't ignore anymore was my stomach. The hunger was really starting to get to me. I still had water, but it wasn't enough to fill me anymore. And i had nothing to distract me from it. When i was younger, Master had given me some chalk as a gift, which i used to draw on the stone wall. When Old Makky told us his story about the trees and the snow, i drew them on the wall. They were pretty accurate according to him, but Master didn't like that, and took the chalks away and wiped my drawings off the wall. But even then, i still had Caleon in the cage next to me to talk too. We would stay up long into the night, talking and playing mind games, like counting. He was always so good at those. All of it by telepathy of course, until i got a headache and used my real voice, which Caleon would mock me for. I smiled for a second as i recalled the memory. I wished, more than anything in the whole world, to be able to talk to him again, for one last time. Did i regret what i did? Absolutely. Would i do it again? Absolutely. I let out a wry chuckle at myself. I think i'm going crazy. Is the hunger getting to me? I was truly confused. How was it possible to answer the same thing to both of these questions? I don't know why i feel like this. I leaned my head against the wall and let out a sigh. As i did, something caught my eye and i froze. Is the door... open? I couldn't believe was i was seeing. Using the wall to support me, i got up from the floor and staggered my way to the door. It was indeed open, but barely. I probably wouldn't have noticed anything weird stting in front of it, instead of off to the side. I put a hand on one of the bars and was startled somewhat as the door moved with a metallic groan. I took a step back, my heart racing. It was was actually open. Why? how? Did one of the guards forgot to lock it? However, a bigger question was forming in my mind and took over all others. Should i leave? I stood there, in front of the door, thinking it over. I didn't know the way out, but i did know the way to the fighting pit. And people from the outside had access to the stands above it, which meant that there was a way out from there. But could i reach it from the the pit below? I had no idea. The cuffs on my hand and ankle were also a big issue. If i crossed a guard, or multiple of them, i couldn't shift to defend myself, even in just my hybrid form, because of the silver in them. But there's not way i could get them off, so they'll have to stay. I hesitated, but i knew was i had to do already. I made a promise to him that i would pursue our dream of freedom for both of us. I had to try. I pushed the door open, fully this time. I was getting out of here. * * * * * Something was wrong, i was sure of it by now. It wasn't just my cage, everything on the way to the pit was open. Not only that, but i hadn't seen any guards on the way here. The sections where the rest of the shifters were was locked up, so i figured that i would return with help to get them out as well. Where is everyone? I asked myself as i reached the fighting pit. It was eerily quiet now, without the rowdy cheering crowds. I began spinning around, looking for an access to the upper section of the arena, where the stands were located. I never had paid much attention to things outside the pit during combat. Actually, this was the first time i'd been here outside of a match. But now i was able to look more carefully, and i quickly spotted that one section of the wall around the pit was damaged and had bricks protruding from it. I made my way over there and began climbing the wall. I nearly fell almost immediately however when one of the bricks came loose and fell to the sand bellow, but i managed to grip the wire fence above the wall. Finally, with tired arms, i pulled myself up and over the wall. I stayed there for a minute or two, kneeling on the wall and leaned on the fence, to catch my breath. When i felt rested enough, i started pushing against the netting along the wall. It took a few tries, but eventually one of the wooden polls bent and cracked, and the whole net fell inwards, with me on top. I got up to my feet with a groan, and cursed the fact that i was already feeling so weak. I climbed the stairs between the rows of seat carved into the stone and towards at the very top of the room. The exit led to a torch lit hallway, which seemed to be a bit more well maintained than the ones i was familiar with leading to the pit below. It had a higher ceiling and more torches, as well as a tilled floor that slowly slopped upwards. Movement to my left caught me by surprise and i barely had time to step back as a blade cut the air inches from my face. A guard stood in front of me, blocking my way. I growled at him, telling him to let me go. The guardsmen took a step back, but kept blocking my way, waving his sword in my face. I couldn't shift easily nor could i heal with these cuffs on me, but i could still deal with him. He still hadn't moved as he kept telling me to go back. Yeah, right! I lunged at him. He looked surprised by my speed but nonetheless tried getting me with his sword. However, i leaned below his strike and punched him in the stomach. He groaned in pain and leaned down, which is when i hit him in the face with my knee. He fell to the ground, dropping his sword, which clattered on the ground next to him. I won, but i was exhausted. I panted as i waited next to him for a few seconds, both to catch my breath, and to make sure he wasn't getting up again. I didn't even get hit by him, but my body was still hurting badly from the exertion. I shook my head. No matter, i need to keep going! I grabbed his sword and began running up the slopped hallway. I didn't stop running for a while. I had no idea where i was going. I kept turning onto tunnels that went up, but didn't feel like i was getting closer to the exit. That is, until i turned yet another corner and was meet with an unfamiliar, but beautiful sight at the end of the tunnel. Sunlight. I knew it was the sun because it was much more intense than the light the torches gave, and it wasn't flickering like fire did. If that's sunlight, then it must be the exit! The light grew more intense as i kept running down the hall towards it. My lungs burned, my throat stung, and my legs felt like they should have already gave out, but i couldn't stop. I was so close. Something moved to block the light. A guard. I didn't slow down. If i keep this speed, i can tackle him, its fine. Then, a second one appeared next to him. Both of them blocked a large part of the light, but i still didn't stop. I can slip between them. Just keep going! A third person came into view, and the light was completely blocked now. It was Master. Oh. Oh shit... I found myself stopping almost involuntarily, stumbling and nearly falling flat on my face. Once i steadied myself, i looked up at him. No... Why is he here? The spike of fear that had made me stop was quickly being burned away by a swell of rage as he grinned at me. "Oh Melwyn, you stupid mutt, you really fell for it, didn't you?" I frowned back at him, which made him chuckle. "What? You really thought i would forget to lock you up? After what you did? How stupid are you?" I clenched my teeth and looked down as i realised my mistake. It was a trap... He was testing me. My loyalty... Fuck, i'm so fucking stupid... As i looked back up, i could see the two guards besides Master clasping their battans, ready to attack me if i tried anything. Being so tired, i knew i stood little chance against them, especially as they had battans. But i couldn't give up now. Not when i could litterally smell the outside air coming in from behind them. "Let me go." I said, simply. "I don't want to fight for you anymore. I'm done." Master looked at me like he was trying to figure out if i was being serious. Eventually, he realised the truth and took a step towards me, making me flinch a little. "I don't care what you think, yuht!* You belong to me, and you will do as i fucking say!" "I won't!" I shouted back at him, clenching the handle of my sword with both hands. Just then however, i heard running behind me and turned to see three guards coming our way, all armed with swords and battans. I was trapped. Pain suddenly erupted on the side of my face, and i lost my balance. Master had punched me when i wasn't looking. I fell to the ground, but i remained on my knees and immediately tried getting back up. A kick in the stomach sent me back to the ground. A second, and a third one sucked the air out of my lungs. I felt a rib crack against his boot as he yelled down at me. "12 fucking year! I've always treated you fairly! Gave you food, shelter! I even let you have a fucking friend, for Halin's sake!" He kicked me again a few times as i tried protecting myself the best i could. The pain made me tear up. "I did all this for you, ever since you were a baby! And this is how you repay me? Huh?!" He stopped kicking my body to stomp my head a few times, making my ears ring. "Conspiring with that cat friend of yours? Stupid fuck, look where that got him!" I tried to speak up, but i wasn't able to as he began to kick my body again. "And now, you're trying to run away! As if i'd ever let you leave!" Eventually, he stopped for a bit, panting, and i did the same. I took short gasping breathes as i clenched my stomach, struggling to breathe through the pain. He then crouched down next to me and grabbed my hair to make me look at him. "I knew you would be the one to survive, you know." He said in a measured tone. I struggled to see much of anything past the tears and blood in my eyes. "You've always been a fighter, at least there's that." He leaned closer to me. "Your friend Caleon, on the other hand" He said, a smirk on his face. "He was a weak coward, and he took the easy way out." He let go of my hair and got up to his feet. Something. somewhere inside me snapped as i heard him talk about Caleon. The pain all over my body was in an instant as it began shifting to a wolf on its own accord. As it did, i turned and leaped towards him, grabbing his leg and making him fall. He turned towards me with a look of terror on his face. He clearly wasn't expecting me to be able to shift, and to be honest, i wasn't sure how i did it. I wasn't sure i was the one doing anything right now. He kicked my face and turned to get up again. He didn't. My fangs pierced the leather of his boot and the skin underneath as i bit down into his leg as hard as i could. Master yelled in pain and he began using his other leg to try and kick me away. Instead i bit down harder. Hard enough to feel the bones and muscles just over his ankle crack and split. Suddenly, a familiar pain spread along my back, and then to the rest of my body as i was hit with a battan. I didn't let go immediately, but then another one was applied to my neck, and despite the fur, the contact was so bad that i wasn't able to hold my wolf form anymore. My fangs, claws and fur disappeared and Master was able to crawl away and behind his guards. Master getting up, but gasped in pain when he tried putting weight on his injured leg. He fell to the ground again and had to be helped and held up by one of the guards. I couldn't help but feel pride seeing that. It was the first time i had ever attacked Master, and i though i would feel scared, but i was mostly sad that his leg was the only thing i had been able to reach. The other guards had surrounded me now and began zapping me with their battans over and over again. I barely felt the pain this time. I couldn't feel much of anything actually, like my body was already dead. I turned to the light that shone from outside, barely visible between the legs of the guards. It was the last thing i saw as i fell into darkness.
Part 1: Part 3: Upcoming...
*Yuht (Yut): An anti-Shapeshifter slur used mostly in the Kavasian Empire.
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