AU: Wolf Pack
SGA
Chapter 1
I stand here, reflect
A young scientist looked out across the empty city. This was his punishment, he had failed to prove himself worthy or distinguished himself from his peers. The young one bowed his head in servitude to his brothers; and was aloud to keep his head a little higher then the worshipers kept at their feet.
"Youngling, pay me mind" spoke the Commander's personal worshipper.
He looked up from where he sat on the floor, to the commander's worshipper. She was elegantly dressed and held superiority among these obedient cattle. She was careful not to abuse this wraith without expressed permission from her master.
He was young and everyone could clearly see that. He had not yet gained the height of an adult or had the same presence that made wraith, truly terrifying.
~O~
He had recently spoken out of turn and his commander had him beaten almost to the point of death; and further humiliated him by making him the servant of a slave and housing him with the worshipers. If he attempted to assert his dominance over the worshippers, they could reprimand him by exposing his antics to the Commander. The Commander would certainly kill him. The desire was evident.
It wasn't always like this- his sire was commander of the laboratories, lead scientist, when it was established. He was very young when he was brought over from the Pegasus Galaxy. He'd spent 3 years under the guidance and protection of his sire. With his sire's death… it was all so quickly taken away.
~O~
It's not un-common for a wraith when establishing his dominance to kill all the "lets" that are not of age or usefulness that aren't his own. (Cats have kittens, Wraith have "Lets") The only reason why he was permitted to live was a creed: from the Queen, she was re-establishing their numbers and his life and the others would be an "invested interest".
But that 'demon' of a slave, the Commander's personal worshiper had at last; successfully had him exiled. Over the past five years the youngling struggled to maintain his life and status. He had run out of chances and his Commander had convinced his Queen as well.
If perhaps he was born of her the situation would be different. The Queen's creed spared his life or perhaps delayed the inevitable. Being abandoned upon the surface of the planet to live or die until he could prove himself worthy of a clan's protection. So now he stands looking out upon the deserted city, which was once home to thousands of humans.
He would be a fool if he believed that they had culled every human from this city. And he had no illusions what the humans would do to him if they caught him. For the time being though he had no reason to keep humans in proximity. The youngling had yet to develop that need. The maw in his hand hadn't yet opened.
Ok... Ive got serious writers block on my other story (Born Killers). And this story is not really a destination as a journey since I don't really have a goal in mind for this. More or less a "series of unfortunate events" for this little guy well he's trapped on Earth. Basically Im looking for an outlet till I figure out what im doing in my other story "Born Killers"