[A/N: After an unusually long hiatus due to losing literally everything I could use to write with (not to mention one of my friends decided she was going to be a bitch and cause a bunch of drama for no goddamn reason, and bullies, and overwhelming schoolwork that comes from switching schools, and from previously taking two honours classes AND Chinese, but none of you are here for my drama are you? Sorry), I'm finally back on this story because why the f**k not? Anyhow, let me know what you think? TRIGGER WARNINGS (these will be going up in ALL of my stories I publish starting on September 23rd, 2018) are for strong, possibly uncensored language; gore; blood; violence; ACTUAL TORTURE; and generally the Fernals.]
I know something's up when the door opens and a Fernal I haven't seen before comes inside. Usually, they use the same Fernal over and over again, a sense of consistence. Also, so I never know whether or not I'm getting food(which is every eleven days), water (every thirty-six hours), or getting beat up (which is every twelve hours or so because the Fernals need their beauty sleep and they're also trying to drive me insane. Too bad for them; I'm already insane). "Whaddup, bitch?" I ask, grinning at her. You can tell the difference between male and female Fernals by...well, you just can. Usually the females are bigger.
She doesn't seem impressed by me. "I think I'm the one whose in the position to ask questions." She replies, and I smirk at her.
"Fat chance. You kidnapped me and have tortured me for the past...what, two and a half years now?" I glance up at the barred skylight high above my head. What I guess is supposed to be the moon shines through it. I meet her gaze. "And I'm supposed to be all complacent and give you all the answers you want me to give you?"
She steps forwards, arching an eyebrow. "Are you going to, though?" She prompts, eyes widening a little bit. She's almost face-to-face with me. I bite my lip, as if thinking for a second, then spit a bunch of blood in her face. She jerks back as it lands on her muzzle.
"Never. So you better back off from my friends, or else I'm going to beat the shit out of you, you f**cking moron." I hiss, glaring at her venomously. "And I will destroy every single f**cking Fernal in the world if I have to."
Her eyes widen. "You wouldn't dare." She whispers, obviously scared. What the hell is up with that? I wonder, thinking about how I can use this to my advantage.
"Are you so sure about that?" I reply, pulling myself up a little. Sure, I'm dangling by wrists from two chains on each that stretch into the darkness on either side of my cell, but that doesn't mean I can't hold myself up. My injuries scream in pain, but I ignore it. Blood starts dripping down my back, my wrists, my arms, anywhere there's whip marks or anything like that. She steps away from me a little more, and the fact hits me.
She's scared of me.
I've never seen a Fernal react in this way with anyone else.
Something in my heart snaps. I'm not sure what, exactly, but something that's been swelling up ever since this started. I glance at the chains. Suddenly, they seem flimsy and weak. Not even close to something that can hold me, emaciated and dehydrated as I am. I glance back at her, grinning. Something else wells up in me, and she must see it. She steps back even more, fear rising in her eyes and the way she's standing.
"No.." She mouths, or maybe she says it. I don't know.
I don't care.
I take a deep breath, which rattles in my torn-up chest and lungs, and feel something begin to course through my veins.
Power. Unlike anything I've ever felt.
"You know, you never thought about what you were doing to the world, did you? You never thought how it might affect the people already there." I reply, wrapping my left hand around the chains there and yanking them from the wall.
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Phenomenon
ActionSometimes all you can do is sit and watch. Watch as everyone is taken from you. But sometimes, you have to fight. So that's what I'm going to be doing. And you better not get in my way.
