Manifest
"Look at what you've done!".
"You monster!"
"Bind her!"
Men dressed in weird costumes of sorts pushed me to the ground onto my stomach. My arms laid out in front of my face but I kept my head down just like I had been taught by Namna, my grandmother. A pudgy mans foot kept me pinned to the ground as they bound my limbs together with heavy, thick, chains. Flowing streaks of light fused with the chains somehow making them tighter around my ankles and wrists.
I glanced up and saw Namna struggle against the other unnaturally dressed men, screaming for them to let me go. The hefty looking man in front of my Namna slapped her harshly, laughing mirthlessly as she fell to the ground. Anger found it's way back inside of my body, boiling under my skin and causing me to squirm under the large mans foot.
"Namna!" I screamed. The pleading call fell upon deaf ears and a force pushed my head to the ground and dirt in my mouth. A shrill yell and a clanging sound stopped it from getting even louder. They had hurt my Namna. My chest tightened, my eyes watered, my body shook, and my throat burned from the remains of dirt I had swallowed.
A rough hand grabbed me by the hair, forcing me to look into a pair of dark, hateful, eyes. The man they belonged to nodded his head as if he was convincing himself that I was the right piece of chicken to by at the market. Like it was nothing. His eyes turned to a different direction and he dropped my head back to the ground.
"I have confirmed that she is one of them ,sir, but the process seems to have little affect on her. While others die in only a few days neighbors and friends have all agreed that she's been this way for a week."
A faint "hmmm" was heard from above me and the big mans shoe had found it's way to the back of my head once again.
"I want tests run on her at the lab immediately. If it's not killing her it's fusing into her, combining deadly strengths with her kekkei genkai. She'd be a great weapon for the future."
My body was dragged up from the ground and ,my dress hung lossely at my knees just how it had been before I was thrown onto the ground. The dress Namna had made me with her bare hands. She was wonderful.
The pudgy man yanked me forward but frowned as he saw that I didn't move. More like I couldn't. My knees gave out on me and my legs were so weak that they fanned out to the side. Pudgy man smirked and threw me over his soft shoulder and all I could do was stare. Stare at the place that would never welcome me with open arms and hearts again.