From the Ashes

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It felt like hours had passed, before they dragged her out.

Bellamy grew furious, as the soldiers threw the girl to the floor of her cell. Her body too exhausted to catch itself, as she was just able to link her arms meekly around her legs.

Lovota felt disgusted with herself, once a strong warrior, and look at her now.

Hear body rippled with small waves of shame, as she could still feel their hands, like ghosts upon her skin. Pulling the bare cloth that hugged her body, she tried desperately to cling to whatever pride she had left in her body.

She found it in the places they did not violate, yet.

The guards creeped back into the hollows of the dark room, dragging their disgustingly clean fingers against the locks. Wrenching herself up into a seated position, the girl sneered at the sight of them.

"Yep," one of them announced, nodding towards Bellamy's cage,"This one'll do. He's quite lively, too."

Cocking her head to the side, she watched in puzzlement as the boy before her threw himself at the cage. He showed no fear, it was as if he was baiting them.

Sticking their electric shocker into the cage, she felt a snarl scratch at her throat. The monster that was jailed inside her felt the need to protect the weak.

"Emo voldelig gleder seg don voldelig ender," Lovota called out, as a horrific laugh erupted from her throat, causing the guards spines to shiver.

"What did you say, mutt," one of the guards tested

Smirking, the girl clicked her tongue, causing a slight echo to rumble throughout the room.

"Emo voldelig gledger," Lovota said, drawing out each word,"seg don voldelig ender."

Opening the door to Bellamy's cage, one of the guards struck a needle into his arm, causing Lovota to flare up in anger.

"Bants em!" Lovota yelled, slamming her hand against the glass.

Bellamy's body fell limp to the floor, and as the guards straddled his body, she snarled at the soldiers. She was a warrior of all the people on the ground who weren't Mountain men.

"Jeg vil avlop Yu gon yur jus," Lovota hissed out, slamming her hand against the glass.

The guards slowly clipped Bellamy to the chains, that dragged him upwards, allowing all the blood to rush to his head. Attaching the IVs to his arm, Lovota watched in anger as they started the process...

They were draining him of his blood, and calling it medicine, and research.

Everyone grew quiet, as they watched the wolf warrior, Lovota, cause chaos in her cage of glass as those around her slowly died because she couldn't save them.

She held herself accountable for each of their deaths, for everyone one that died, she slashed at her arms in anger.

Turning her back to the glass, everyone who bore enough energy to keep their eyes open, witnessed the black scaring on her back. It was legendary. People of their clan tattooed their whole back with the symbols of their people, crowned with a snarling wolf staring them down with stars as eyes.