"Wake up,
Jet."
The
Shinx wearily rubbed its eyes. The watery blur in front of him
focused. It was his mother.
"Hi,
Mom." he replied. His mother had a striking appearance. She was
taller than the normal Luxray. She had the traditional black mane,
but her fur was leaf green, not blue. She had brilliant red eyes that
twinkled in this morning light. She was one of the more diverse
members of the clan.
"You
should have gotten up sooner, sleepyhead." She smiled, "The
sun has almost risen up completely above the mountain; you'll be
late for school."
"Ok,
I'm going." He stood up, shook his fur off, and inspected his
entire body. He saw his small, developing mane; it was golden yellow
in color. He swished his short, stubby tail a few times then examined
his paws. His front claws were revealed to his mother. He didn't
exactly have his best sleep, though. He yawned and headed for the
door. "Bye, then."
The school was just a short walk from where Jet and his mother lived. That didn't mean Jet wouldn't be late if he didn't hurry. But why should he? He wasn't interested in school. Jet reached the school and walked inside.
He came late. His teacher gave him a stern look as he walked to his cushion in the back of the room. He sat in the classroom, ignoring whatever was being taught. He never was very concerned about school. His mother was the best teacher that he would ever have. She would teach him truth and justice. But he still had to go to this. It was "great for learning what others thought". Jet was bias, and he didn't care. He really didn't want to listen to what others thought. He was as stubborn as stubborn was. And that's the way he liked it.
School
ended as quickly as it started, save the fact Jet came in extremely
late. He didn't hear whatever was taught, he was glad to be free of
stress, for now.
"Jet!
Hey, Jet!" Jet turned around just in time to be tackled
down!
"Hi,
Christine." said Jet, licking her on the cheek.
"I
saw you in class today." Jet stared at the tomboyish girl. She
was taller than him, even when on him. But, of course, Jet was a
runt. "You were daydreaming, again ." She got off of
him and they walked down the dirt road back toward Jet's
home.
"What
do you expect? It's boring. I'd actually rather be doing house
chores."
"You
aren't open to anything, are you?"
"Why
should I be?" he turned around to look at the female Shinx, "I
completely disagree with the systems of this clan."
"What
are you gonna do about it?"
"I
don't know. I just know that my mother knows best about what is
right."
They
continued walking.
"How
can you easily believe what she tells you? How can she know of any
other form of running things around here, anyway?" it was
obvious that Christine was trying to make this a casual conversation,
and failing at it.
"That's
because she wasn't born into this twisted 'system'."
"But
still..." She was cut of by the Shinx that walked with
her.
"I don't
want to talk about the subject. Let's just drop this, kay?" He
weakly nuzzled her.
"Fine."
"Jet!"
The Shinx realized that he and Christine had ended up at his house.
That conversation passed the time. His mother was standing in the
front doorway, beckoning for him to come inside.
"Looks
like I have to go now. See ya." He looked at Christine and
smiled. He gave her a kiss on the forehead and ran up to meet his
mother. He left the docile Christine on the dirt road,
blushing.
"Jet,
I need to speak to you." His mother had a serious
face.
"What
about, mother?" Jet replied, his smile fading to fit the solemn
mood.
"You
know what happens to the men of the clan on their fifth
birthday..."
"No!"
Jet yelled in denial, his face was now pale white. "Tonight?! It
has to be TONIGHT?!"
"Your
birthday was a week ago."
"That's
beside the point! Mom, this is robbery!"
"It
was decided by the Elders."
"But
me and you both hate the Elders."
"We
have to follow what they say. We just must always remember that it is
horrible and wrong."
"Mother,
tell me again why it is bad. I need the reassurance." Jet had a
surprising vocabulary for a 5-year old. His mother really was his
teacher though. The Luxray sighed, and began her story.
"As
you know, I was born outside of this clan. I lead a normal life in a
different place in this big world. I lived with my protective mother
and my caring father. In my clan, everyone had equality and
tranquility. Everyone had an opinion that would be heard. This was
called Democracy. It was a fair and correct system, unlike this one.
But terrible things happened. Our clan was ambushed by another clan,
this clan. Nearly everyone was killed. Those who survived were taken
prisoner. I was taken, but my parents were killed before
me."
"My
life went downhill from there on. I was disrespected and forced into
slave work. Then, I found the absolute nightmare; the height of my
sadness and pain. I'm, of course, referring to your father." Jet
didn't need to hear the tale of her impregnation; his origin. He had
nearly memorized the vivid story his mother had told.
"NO!
STOP! PLEASE, I BEG YOU!" she screamed and shouted for the male
to stop, but he would not. He continued to thrust his aroused manhood
into her. "STOP, PLEASE!" the pain was unbearable. Her
lower side was continually shot with heavy pain. Then she felt it.
His seed entered her. She quietly her hoarse voice and her fur turned
icy cold. He pulled himself out of her manhood. She felt a paw to her
vagina. Blood soaked her fur. He had broken her hymen; he had
destroyed her virginity. He laughed and wiped himself off on her
black mane. He put his paw into her and rubbed the mess onto her
cheek.
"You're
gonna be a momma. You should be joyful." He laughed again and
walked out of the room. New tears fell from her face and washed away
what he had left. He had hurt her, caused her so much pain. This was
by force, not by love. He made her life hell.
"...And
then, 9 months later, I gave birth to you." She was now choking
back tears. "Do you see? This way of life that we live; it is
hell. We will find a way to end it. But for now, we mustn't draw
attention.
"Mom,
my rights will be stolen from me, tonight. Can we not do
something?!"
"It
pains me, but at this point, it's this, or death. Child you must be
strong. Have a strong will, and no one can get you down. Now go..."
She stared at her son's legs. "...do what you must do." He
nodded and walked out of the door.
Jet rushed to the base of the "Elders Hill". It was the tallest monument in the entire village. Jet would have to climb this hill to get to the tent at the top. The sheer height of the mount overwhelmed Jet. He took a deep breath and started up the steep slope.
After some time, he reached the top. He collapsed onto the dirt path and gasped for breath. After he regained a sufficient amount of oxygen, he got back up and push past the heavy sheet that covered the door.
The tent
only had five rooms; the lobby, two rooms for operation, and two
rooms where the Elders could reside. Jet sat in the lobby and waited
for instruction.
"Boy!"
Jet turned around to look at
a Luxio with glasses staring at him, an annoyed expression on her
face.
"Jet? Get into that room and lay on your back."
She gestured over to the door marked "OP 2". He nodded and
entered.
Jet
got onto the cot and lay on his back, spreading all four of his legs.
After a while, others came in; a male and a female Luxio, and a male
Luxray. The female rummaged in the sack.
"You
will get sedative, but you will remain conscious." She
murmured.
"Super?"
Jet responded, not fully understanding what she meant. She handed him
several chew pills and he took them by mouth.
His whole body went numb and paralyzed. This would prevent behavior and pain issues. The other Luxio stepped up to Jet a vial in its teeth. Using its mouth, it poured contents from the vial onto each on of Jet's four paws. They inflated a little. MORE pain prevention. (Sure, prevent PHYSICAL pain.) It was the Luxray's turn now. It stood over Jet and positioned its muzzle close to Jet's left paw. It put its paw on Jet's paw, as to anchor it down, then, using a pair of its molars as a vice grip; it jerked its head back quickly.
With the strength, it tore the index claw straight from the root. Blood splashed onto Jet. He'd have been screaming, had this been natural. The Luxray carelessly spat the claw onto a plate beside it. The female Luxio lightly cleaned the wound and then left it as was.
The Luxray tore out every claw Jet had on his small blue paws. After a seemingly endless amount of time, Jet's claws were finally purged of claw. Jet had lost his best defensive strategy. Both Luxio wrapped bandages around the foot wounds. The Luxray jumped off of Jet and moved to the southern side of the room. Jet got a view of the plate on which his claws were. They were not simply a blood and saliva covered pile of torn bone. The procedure was not over.
The Luxio once again opened the vial and carefully poured the contents of the vial onto Jet's pubic area.
The Luxray moved to the Shinx's lower torso. He sat there and stared at the manhood developing on this child. It was erect; why? The Luxray crouched so he was nearly on level. The Luxray took in a gallon of air, and made action.
It lunged at Jet's member. It sank its teeth into Jet's testicle area, severing the reproductive function of the organ. When the Luxray removed his teeth, Jet saw that his butt area was covered in mess. The Luxio were quick to wipe it up with towels. After the wound was addressed, they wrapped it with a bandage and cleaned up. For no reason, Jet yelled and screamed. It wasn't because of pain. It was because he had lost, lost everything personal to him. He no longer could even call himself male. He had lost, lost to this way of running the lives of everyone in this clan. The paralysis wore off. He could move, but the pain would be back soon.
Jet strode back to the lobby, limping. He sat at the center of the room and stared at the ceiling. What now? What happens now? Jet casually glanced over to the huge doors that lead to the Elder Hall. He had some time, he could look around.
He walked up to the doors. They were made of fine materials. Marble...it was called. It reflected his appearance to everyone who noticed. He sighed and looked at his paws. Blood crept from the bandages. The paws were purple and still swollen. They made Jet feeling sick just looking at the mess they had become. His lower area was another story. It was still covered in blood and pusses. His body was deformed in all sorts of ways. He could stand his own reflection. He shook off and pushed the huge door.
Jet grunted. These things were at least 20 times his weight. After a long while of pushing and struggling to open these monstrosities, Jet finally pushed them open and entered the Hall.
It was a large room, obviously the most favored room of the entire tent. Almost the entire room was decorated with fancy and expensive materials. All of them stolen from other clans. Golds, silvers, many different precious stones lined the walls and floors. There weren't many people in the Hall; mainly servants and messengers. But the Elders' thrones were of prominence.
Their
chairs were glimmering and shining with even more expensive objects.
The lower elders had chairs of wood which had rubies and sapphires
embedded into the frames. They were painted golden, mainly for
symbiosis of their dominance. Jet stared in awe at the sheer
commitment put into this room to prove the importance. He planted his
butt on the cold tile and stared at the intricate painting on the
ceiling of the room.
"Son!"
Jet snapped out of the trance. One of the elders looked at his in
annoyance. "If you have no business in this place of importance,
then leave."
"Silence,"
the elder in the tallest throne stopped the Luxio from speaking. Jet
directed his attention to the largest Luxray in the room. He
immediately recognized the inhabitant of the highest authority. "He's
my son."
"That's
a funny way to put it, Dad." Jet looked at the Luxray with
disgust. "You're everyone's daddy."
"Five
years old. Did you enjoy yourself back there? Great life experiences,
eh?"
"I'm
actually in pain. But you'd never know. You don't get what goes to
the guys in this clan, you lucky bastard."
"Such
tongue. You have quite the 'vocabulary' for my littlest
son."
"This
is where you should be proud."
"You're
my littlest son. You never believe anything you are taught, unless
it's from your mother."
"That's
because Mom is right. She'd make a better ruler than you, any
day."
"Really?
She is a woman. Women don't deserve any rights except the right to
bear children, on MY consent."
Jet
couldn't control himself anymore.
"She
knows of Democracy; A system of fairness and equality. It proves the
behaviors of this clan are corrupt."
The
Luxray's face snapped into surprise.
"Your
mother taught you of Democracy." the look of indifference
returning to the Luxray's eyes. Jet realized he was winning this
argument.
"She
taught me the correct ways. This clan is filthy and unright. You know
that, but you deny it. Why? Is there really problem with fairness of
your people? Can't we actually listen to each other and keep our
rights?" Jet lifted a paw. "Can we not keep the natural
features given to us?" He placed a paw on his manhood. "You
alone command whether or not we have children. Can't you give that
right to others in this clan?!"
"So
your mother taught you?"
"You idiot! Were you even
listening?!"
"I see. You are dismissed, Jet" His
father shooed him away. Jet turned his back on the Luxray and exited
the Hall.
Jet
reached the front steps of his house to see his mother
weeping.
"Mother,
I'm back now." She looked up from her paws. She stared into the
Shinx's eyes and dried her own.
"I'm
just glad you're fine."
"Not
for long. The pain killers will wear off soon. I'll be in a lot of
pain." They both walked inside and Jet's mother gently cleaned
his fur. Once there was no more blood, she laid down beside him and
rubbed her face onto his back. His mother was the best person he
knew.
They slept through the night, Jet occasionally whining in pain from his wounds. But his mother was beside him, so he felt secure. This made the day not seem so bad...
"GET AWAY!" Jet was
awakened by the screams of his mother. He opened his eyes to see that
his mother was being attack by some of the guards. Jet got up to
attack but it was too late, she was unconscious. One of the guards
noticed Jet.
"Kid,
if you wanna see your mommy, you'd better follow. Or you could just
continue cryin'." Jet gave him a stern look and followed the
guards out the door.
"Oh,
by the way..." The guard quickly struck Jet in the side of the
head, knocking him out. The last thing he saw was the blue fur of the
Luxray carrying him, and then everything went black.
Jet
woke up in the dirt. He spat out the dust and got up. He froze when
he realized he was surrounded by most of the townspeople. He
frantically searched for his mother and sighed when he found her
right next to him. She wearily got up and ran toward her son. Jet and
his mother held each other until the Elders arrived.
"Lucifer!"
both Jet and his mother yelled in unison.
"It's
good to you know that my name is well known."
"Don't
hurt my son!" She was angry. Her tail was raised and she held a
stance.
"I
don't intend to hurt our son, I intend to hurt you." The guards
seized Jet and threw him off toward the base of the crowd.
Jet's
mother was in the center of the field now. She felt her anger rising
as the millions of eyes adjusted their gazes on her.
"You,
mother of Jet, have taught Lucifer's son the ways of Democracy. For
this you must be killed." The Elder stepped forward and read an
excerpt from the Articles of Superiors.
"Article
1: No one is to be taught any other form of governmental
control."
"Because
you violated this rule, you will be killed." Lucifer smirked.
The people in the crowd gathered rocks from the ground and held them
high.
"Jet!"
his mother screamed to him. "Never give up! I may leave you, but
you should stand up for what is right. You will ultimately determine
what is right and what is wrong. Don't...give in...ever." She
ended when a rock hit her head. She looked to the sky and tear rolled
down her cheek. Then they hit.
Jet
couldn't stand to watch. His mother was being killed in front of him.
Her screams were like icy arrows to his heart, every one slowly
killing him. She lay on the ground, bloody and bruised, cut and
bashed around in the dirt. Her once beautiful green fur was now blood
stained, dirt covered flesh. He dashed past the townspeople and ran
toward the carcass of his mother. He cried into her fur. His only
true family was now lying lifeless in front of him. His tears washed
her fur. He lifted himself off of her and began cleaning her fur with
his tongue. Every lick tasted terrible, but he didn't care. He loved
his mother so much. He couldn't just leave her to rot, he had to do
something.
"Hey,
Jet!" Jet turned around to see his father in his face. Lucifer
swiped Jet, sending him a few feet from his mother's body. Jet got up
and fell back down. The new pain he felt was unbearable. His mother
was gone, and now, he would die too. Lucifer came close to him and
stood over the Shinx. Jet was forced to look at his father's male
organ. Jet closed his eyes and imagined the worst, and it happened.
Jet felt hot liquid hit his forehead. It smelled awful. He knew
exactly what it was, and he dared no open his eyes. His father was
proving Jet's worth. Lucifer considered Jet to be no better that
dirt.
Lucifer
stepped away from the Shinx and sighed.
"All
done. Now, my clan, shall we leave?" Jet's eyes were still
closed, so he couldn't see the tearful Christine staring at his
soaked face. She felt sorry for him. She wanted to help him, but she
was held back by the guards. The people of the mob ran back to the
village, leaving Jet on the ground, laying in what his father had
left on him.
Jet didn't move. This was beyond what he could handle. His life was ruined, it was over, and there was no point. What would he do? Would he even survive in this place? Questions flowed through his brain. But he remained still. He would have to use his mind to understand his situation. The first thing he would need to do is find a way to survive. After the main problems were established, he would move onto the thing he wanted more than anything else on Earth, REVENG
