On this page… Directory & Prologue
Pronunciation for the story (Names) in alphabetical order…
Akora … Ack-or-uh
Amile … Em-uh-lee (Emily)
Cate … Kay-tuh
Daisi … Day-z
Desire … Dez-ire or Desi … Dez-e
Fran … Fur-an
Keyta … Kay-tuh
Minuk … Min-uhk
Mozart … Moatz-ar-tuh
Nadine … Nay-dean
Nanya … Nah-n-yuh
Othello … Ah-thel-oh
Phoenix … Fee-oh-nicks
Tara … Tee-air-uh (Tiara)
Tori … Tore-e
Zora … Zore-uh
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PrologueCrystal blue eyes that pierced through me angrily; distastefully. I did the same, my small, steely eyes cutting through her, but I had a feeling it probably wouldn't be that scary and overpowering. Strong, long arms picked me up. I still felt numb. I could just breathe, and look around me. My heart was thudding against my sore chest. I was sure they could hear it. I still couldn't hear anything. I was being carried into the washing room. I silently whimpered as the vibrations of his steps traveled up his legs and into me. He dropped me and I felt myself fall onto the cold, but soft bed. A bed? In the washing room? My long blonde curls were sticky with sweat, tangled around my head like a halo. My arms were slowly becoming un-numb. But it wasn't fast enough.
He strapped me up to the bed, my legs dangling off of it. I flexed a hand experimentally and looked down at it. It worked. I heaved a sigh. She had gotten me this time. This time I was done for. I felt feeling slowly creeping into my legs. The one with the long black hair would go through this too. I could feel it. I knew she would. The man plunged a needle into my wrist again and I yelped. My voice was back.
"No!" I yelled, struggling to free myself. The needle sent red hot, angry pain up my arm. His hand came forward to cover my mouth again and I spat at it. He ignored me and covered my mouth. I took a deep breath and bit him with all my might while he yelped and yelled in pain. I could taste his hot, rust smelling blood in my mouth. I felt like letting go and spitting it out while I didn't. She hurried in, and yelled something unintelligible to him. He pulled his hand away and slapped me with his good hand. Hard. It flew across my face, stinging my cheek. I laughed tonelessly, and looked up at him, trying to look as creepy and clever as possible, "I'll never be gone forever." I laughed at him. He took a step back, his eyes wide and almost scared. But that was impossible. The no-brains weren't supposed to feel any emotion.
She glared at me and shoved him aside, making him howl in pain as he clutched his bleeding hand to his chest. I spat on her white coat, staining it with his blood. She looked at it and then looked back at me, her eyes wide with fury. She picked up the other needle, this one green and sharper. A tube connected to it. She slid the other needle out of my arm, and a tiny patch of blood welled up to the surface. She looked at it in hunger and looked away reluctantly. I smiled. Now I knew her weakness. She was one of the meat-eaters. Of course! She set the empty silver needle on the cold metal table next to the bed. Next came the green one. She plunged it into my wrist, her blue eyes satisfied. She lowered her head to my other wrist and slowly licked up the blood, savoring it. Her eyes grew wild with hunger.
Unable to take it, she bit into my wrist. I didn't feel any pain. No blood came out of the wound. She bit again, frustrated, waiting for my howls and screams of pain. I smirked at her and she sniffed, getting up. She had forgotten that the silver needle numbed me. I kicked her shin. I would be numbed again soon. She ignored me and pressed a tiny black button on the shiny side table. I saw the tube beginning to fill up, pumped by a tall cylinder-like object in the corner. He stood by it, sulking, nursing his injured hand. The tube's volume was rising with a water-like substance. As it entered my body, I felt calmer, almost… sleepy. I closed my eyes, letting it wash my troubles away. It drowned my sorrows and I felt happy and light. She laughed gleefully, "We're finally getting rid of this one, Subject!" The no-brain didn't answer. It didn't know how to talk anyway.
I felt an enormous amount of gratitude and love and… loyalty to her. I felt happy to have her there, happy to have ever known her. She was like a mother to me! Why would I ever think of hurting her? I smiled and then frowned. What was I thinking? Who was I? Where was I know? My vision blurred. A tall, curly blonde haired woman with crystal blue eyes smiled maliciously at me. I cocked my head silently. She knew me. I tried to open my eyes to speak to her but my mouth wouldn't work. My mind panicked and thoughts flashed through my mind. She looked like someone I'd seen in a picture. Or was it me? Was it me in a mirror? She was small with a sullen face, crystal blue eyes and long blonde curls that looked like I could curl it around my arm. And I probably could. But I didn't get to find out. Everything went black. Like, blacker than pitch black.
A/N: Thanx you for reading my story! I worked hard on it all month, and I'm halfway through. If you put it on alert, or for favorite story, you had better review. Hah, just kiddin', it's your choice. But, the more reviews, the happier I am. The happier I am, the more I update. Lol. The best reviewer gets a plushie of the 'meat-eater'! ^^ R & R, Chansonbird