AN: This is just the first part to the story, so it's really short. Future chapters will be longer.
Everything hurt.
My eyes wouldn't open, and my mouth was forced shut, my lips dry and cracked.
I tried to flex my fingers. I felt hard ground, and gravel, but my fingers couldn't get a purchase on anything. I felt like I was wearing thick mittens, scrabbling at the ground but never touching, not really.
I tried to speak; but my voice stuck in my throat and my lips wouldn't open. I ended up emitting a tinny croak that hurt my throat.
What was wrong with me?
I tried to move my legs, and they seemed to work fine, but they felt heavy, and thick somehow.
I could hear voices. I stopped trying to move and focused on them for a while.
"- I'm being serious, I think we killed her."
"No, look. She's breathing."
"I don't care, she's gonna stop breathing in a bit if we don't do something."
"Boss' gonna kill us."
"He wouldn't."
Both voices sounded fearful now.
I suddenly felt that I could open my eyes, so I did.
The light stung my eyes, and I had to close them. I winced, and the voices stopped instantly.
"She moved."
"No, she didn't!"
"Yes, she did, the back legs are bent differently now. Look."Back legs?
I had... I didn't... What?
A blind tearing panic ripped through me, and I convulsed, tucking my head into my stomach, legs whirling, arms flailing and there was a sound... a thick mewl coming from my throat, and it sounded completely alien.
Something hard grabbed me round my stomach. It felt like an iron hand, squeezing too tight. I let myself go limp and the frantic voices went hushed.
"What did you do?"
"Nothing! Just got hold of her."
"Well let her go! Put her down."
"Okay, okay..."I felt myself being lowered to the floor, and dared open my eyes a little way.
My vision was clouded by a thin caramel coloured film, but after a few blinks, that evaporated into a white-orange film that I could see through.
I could see feet, and the shoes were shiny.
"Told you she was alive." The voice was triumphant.
I stretched out one leg. I rolled over.
Looked up into at least a hundred faces.
