Humanity's Rejects

A/N: Hey, um, the moron is back. Whoooooo, I'm so amazing. Don't worry; SolarTrigger will be back in the next chapter.

Disclaimer: We, Solar and I, own nothing but this fic idea and our respected OCs.

Discrimination

V

"When was the last time we bathed?" Brionni inquired, sniffing at her thick wolf fur.

"A month and a half," Christi answered, a little disgusted by the fact.

June glanced up, her hair matted and dirty. Her ears perked up slightly as she lifted her head up from her flat pillow. She twitched her nose, her whiskers following her upper lip. "Damn, been that long?" she inquired.

Brionni lifted up her fat, wolf head, her brown fur stunk like death. Her ears rotated to June and she snorted deeply. "I guess so," she stated.

Christi looked at her sisters, a frown upon her lips. "Well, do you still want to do to that presentation?" she questioned. "I mean, the president will be here in San Francisco in Union Square. Still wish to go?"

Brionni stood up, her back arched. "Of course," she snarled, her sharp teeth flashed in the open. "I want to know exactly what the Act says."

June nodded, her ears flat to her head. "I agree," she said, waving out her hand.

Brionni glanced at June, still surprised that the tigress agreed with her for the second time. "Thank you," Brionni said, nodding her head shortly.

June smirked. "This will be the last time I agree with you," she stated.

"Uh-huh."

Christi swung her legs over the bed and stood up. "Well, if we're going, let's move," she stated with a smile. "I mean, it'll start in an hour."

"But what about jungle-girl?" Brionni asked, ignoring June's glare. "I mean, I can turn into some random animal or human, you look like a human . . . What about her?"

June hissed, her fur lifted up. "Watch it," she snarled. "But she does have a point."

Christi thought for a moment. A smile broke onto her face and she snapped her fingers. "I have an idea," she stated.

June was extremely hot. Why? Because she was wearing a long coat that covered her whole body, she had a turban around her face, only her eyes showed. Brionni was a tabby cat that trotted around Christi's feet. She had a smirk on her furry face. June looked like a Muslim, which Brionni had quoted. Christi took offense to that when she stated that her far-removed cousins were Muslim (even though when her parents died, they took no heed to look after her). Brionni quickly apologized. People looked oddly at the threesome as they went to look for Union Square. There, completely covered with people, there was Union Square. There was a stand with the American colours all displayed and bodyguards stood, their hands in front of them, all wearing black sunglasses and black suits. Brionni squeezed through the crowd, her long tail curled up at the tip. She wanted to see the front better. She stopped when several humans blocked her way. She crinkled her nose. Next to Brionni was a human child. He wore little overalls and had red hair. He looked at her, his little hand out to touch her.

"Kitty," he stated, trying to touch her.

Brionni hobbled away from him, not wanting to be touched by the human child. His mother, a tall white-blonde-haired woman glanced down at her son. She was wearing a light blue business suit and black high-heels. She pulled her son's arm back, looking at him.

"Leave the kitty alone," she whispered to her son. "You can play with the kitty later."

Brionni glared at the human child. Man, did she despise mankind. They were a destructive race that thought of nothing but themselves. She hated them. Brionni jumped off, getting closer to the front. She approached the front of the crowd and perched herself there. It was out-of-place to see a feline in the front of a large mass of humans, but they ignored the monster. Christi and June were at the back, June trying her best to look over the crowd.

"Where's Brionni?" the tigress asked.

"At the front," Christi stated knowingly.

"Of course."

Just then, a wave of applause rushed over the crowd. The President of the United States came out, his bodyguards right at his side. Brionni noticed that he had a slight frown on his lips. Her ear flicked as the human leader stepped to the microphone. A blonde bodyguard came up to him, placing a packet of papers in front of him. The crowd died down as the president cleared his throat and fixed his tie. Cameraman began to film him on national television.

"Hello," the president greeted. "And thank you for your warm welcome. As of last month, America had a vote to choose one of two Acts: The Exposure Act and The Monster Equality Act. Exactly seventy-five percent of the American public has picked The Exposure Act. It will go into action tomorrow at one in the morning."

A sudden cheer erupted from the crowd. Brionni hissed. But there was a sudden shout. A man that appeared to be half-Mexican, half-white had his hand up. His lips were twisted as he glared at the president and crowd. He had an accusing finger pointed at the crowd.

"You have no right!" he cried, his accent thick. "They saved us from demise! You have no right! They're people too!"

Brionni and her two sisters smiled at the man for his bravery. The mob booed him and shouted out displeasing things. Posing as a threat, he was tackled and handcuffed. He did not fight back. The man was shoved into the police vehicle as they drove off. The president frowned. It wasn't like he enjoyed doing this. He cleared his throat and continued.

"Anyways, um, in one of the clauses in The Exposure Act, any new monster found are to be shown to the public and taken to a secret government-run facility, which will be unnamed," the president continued.

Brionni growled.

Brionni, let's give ourselves up.

Brionni blinked in surprise that the voice had just entered her head. But she knew who it was.

Christi, get out of my head, she thought. How many times have I told you that? And what are you saying?! You want to give up our freedom for these damn humans?!

Brionni, June and I have agreed that it would be best, Christi gently said. Please understand. It's for the best.

The other monster thought about it. No. No. She did not want to give up her freedom. But, now she had no choice . . . Brionni hissed, her ears lowering. Christi could sense her anger.

Brionni . . .

Fine. Fine! Okay, what now?

Just wait a moment.

The president cleared his throat. "I know this is a stretch," he stated. "But, are there any monsters here? It is better to give yourself up."

"So, you want some monsters?"

Everyone jumped back, looking at the cat in front of them. Brionni stood up on her little paws, glancing around. The president looked at the cat with a stunned surprise. He pushed up his glasses as he looked at the feline. Brionni-cat jumped up onto stage and glared at the leader of the president.

"So, here I am. You happy? My sisters are here too. Want them as well?"

Brionni's cat-skin was ripped off and her gargoyle form was revealed. Everyone gasped and there were a few audible screams. Brionni glared at the mass of humans. Christi sighed, rubbing at her temples.

Why are you so rash?

Brionni ignored her sister. She turned to glance over the crowd and spotted her sisters. "What? This is what you wanted!" Brionni cried. "This was your idea, Christo!"

Christi frowned and June growled. The crowd looked at them, confused and disoriented. June ripped off her headpiece and dropped it to the ground. The mass of humans stepped back like they were plagued. June snarled at the crowd. Christi grabbed June's furry stripped arm and pulled her along.

"C'mon, June," Christi whispered softly.

The president looked at the blue-scaled monster in front of him. He could sense the hate radiate from her being. Brionni's long ears were low and her lips were curled up. As June and Christi winded through the crowd, they stepped back in fear and disgust. Brionni boiled in hate and rage.

"You bloody humans!" Brionni bellowed. "We are different so much by the way we look, but we are the same! We experience emotions, like love! We have families! Those two are my only family! You humans are locking away those who saved us from that alien! You humans! The hell with ya!"

The crowd looked unfazed by her speech. The president looked at her with a surprised face. Brionni and the leader of the country shared a look. His mouth clamped closed and looked at her. He frowned.

"I'm sorry," Hathaway whispered.

Brionni looked at him, her wings securely around her shoulders in a form of comfort. "At least you care," she whispered in return.

A group of men approached Brionni from behind. The blonde turned sharply and on stuck a taser into her side, electrocuting her. She howled in pain as she dropped to the ground. June and Christi gasped, the black female tried to approach the gargoyle, but she was grabbed and handcuffed. The tigress looked at Brionni and she, too, was handcuffed. Brionni groaned, the skin on her waist healing slowly with a hiss. A man with silver handcuffs pressed her to the ground and cuffed her hands. Brionni set glares to the humans that surrounded her. They were stuffed into a metal plane and they sat on the metal seats. Brionni's face was stiff as she sat down, her tail limp on the floor. Christi looked at her friend.

"You happy?" Brionni growled.

Christi did not answer. She chose not to. She remained silent on the plane-ride.