A scowl set firmly on a young face of a teenager. If you could call her that. Ryan was fourteen though she looked much younger and could pass for a ten year old easily. Her face was rounded yet not chubby, her eyes were large giving her somewhat a doll-like feature as her greenish hazel like orbs took in her surroundings.
She scowled at the red that surrounded her, with dark oak wood that stood out against the colors. To her it was just tacky. It had always been tacky. This office, the furniture, the self portrait of the principal, ugh it was just so tacky! Even the golden ropes did nothing for the room. She felt trapped and suffocated.
She had always hated red. Red the color of blood, a slut, a whore color, something you'd see from a woman who only cared about money. Red nails, red lips, red dress. How she despised the color. An ugly disgusting color.
Squeezing her eyes closed she tried to drown away the memories, the thoughts, the world, she almost succeeded if not for that tapping. That wood cane always tapped against an open palm as if trying to assert some form of dominance. To show he was power when in truth...he was an ass.
Tap. Tap. Tap. "It's a cruel place out there Ryan." She glared at the brown leather seat dispising the person it held in its seat. Wishing that wretched tapping would end.
Tap. Tap. Tap. "You seem so smart, but are very stupid, uneducated, ignorant, worthless, and worst of all your beauty, talents, it's all wasted on you." She almost couldn't suppress the growl in her throat working its way out. The old bastard should know how ignorant, worthless, he was just an old playboy that slept with students who just wanted a good grade to move up.
A's meant good colleges good; colleges meant better education, or more boys. Depending on the girl and who is the most willing to give a wrinkled cock a good workout. Surprisingly it hadn't given him a heart attack yet though she wished it would.
She could never picture herself down on her knees touching some gross man's nasty wrinkly old ass junk with balls that hung to the knees fondling it. The thought, it made her sick, she felt the bile rising, choking it down she tried to avert her attention elsewhere besides him.
An old man sat in his leather chair, as a king on a throne. A long cane in his hand tapping against an open palm as if waiting for a chance to strike. A suit and tie labeled with the defined two letters to represent the catholic school he ran a frown seemed to be etched, carved into his face as if a natural occurrence. He was an asshole.
Tap. Tap. Tap. "Could you stop that?" Ryan scowled, ready to pop a blood vessel that she could feel throbbing against her head. She ran a hand over her bald head as she looked at him. Her dark skin, that had patches of white in places, due to vitiligo disease, she had not that long ago defeated cancer. She always felt strong, but everyone was always against her just because of how she looked! Even this man. How annoying. She always knew that she was different, she always knew though, that her differences made her beautiful. Damned anyone who thought otherwise. And damn him.
"Stop what Ms. Cassidy?" Tap. Tap. Tap. A grin seemed to spread across his face like he was luring a canary to the kill. Without missing a beat. Tap. Tap. Tap.
Okay enough was enough of this shit! "I SAID STOP!"
Some can't take a hint, get the picture, when she shouted she almost smiled at the lock of pure shock on his face as she stood up to face him as one would a bully. Yet that was what he was a bully. A bully who she wished she could rip the balls off of before shoving them up his ass.
Slamming a hand down on the oaken desk she glared at the principal. "YOU ARE AN ASSHOLE THAT EVERYONE HATES! YOU THINK YOU ARE SO SMART!? NO YOU ARE A CRUEL HEARTLESS MAN THAT THINKS THE WORLD OWES HIM EVERYTHING! IM IGNORANT, YOU SHOULD LOOK IN THE MIRROR AND I SWEAR IF YOU HIT ME WITH THAT I WILL PERSONALLY STICK THAT ROD OF YOUR SO FAR UP YOUR ASS I'D BE MISTAKEN FOR VLAD THE IMPALER WHEN THE OTHER END COMES OUT OF YOUR MOUTH! DO YOU HEAR ME MR. CONWELL!?"
He sat there stunned, the cane laying still within his hand. His permanent frown now a shocked horrified expression. The only proof that he had human expressions. Before he was able to collect himself she was out the door so fast it was head spinning.
That pompous prick had no right to treat her differently just because of her looks! She knew she was smart! But he was wrong! Nothing was wasted on her, and by damned, she would show them, show him! He was just a stupid old biggit!
Her anger raced through her core, into her veins, adrenaline pumping along with her heart. She needed to do something relaxing, calming, she needed to go hunting! Spar, something! She would figure it out when she got home.
Ditching the rest of her school she went straight home. Hunting it was she reached for the gun out of instinct as well as her hunting gear and left but nothing could prepare her for what she would find in the woods. Now how to help it, and get it home was a whole new different ball game.
The strange creature had a curved shape dome black shiny skin the only thing that marred it was those two long wounds that ran up its leg to its side. She could tell the leg was broken. Lowering her .45 she could only stare in awe as she blinked at it. This creature, this thing, reminded her of her aunt Lex's stories.
The hunters, the prey, the kill, the fights. Yet this one...her heart went out to it. She understood this thing would kill her without a second thought, she couldn't just leave it. To shoot it while it was so badly injured just didn't sit right with her.
Taking off her school jacket she formed a homemade muzzle, as she took some rope to tie some of this flailing appendages up.
Her eyes laid on the rope for several long moments as memories she just wanted to forget hit her hard. A woman hanging from the rope, her daddy wasn't home, she could do nothing.
The taunts, bullying seemed to grow worse after that day.
"Your mom killed herself because you're ugly!"
"She didn't want a spotted cow for a daughter!"
"Aren't cue balls supposed to be on the pool table."
She shook her head, wiping at her eyes. Screw them! Screw them all! They liked to make her life hell just based on things they see on the outside. She missed having hair, missed looking normal. She had been getting lighter patches of skin since she was six, fought cancer off not even three months ago. She had no friends, her family didn't care, Lex did but she was in some crazy bin!
The creature hissed drawing her back into reality away from those memories. She jumped seeing a hand or what looked to be a hand move towards her stroking at the ground. Was it toying with her?
This creature was annoying him, this prey, it sat there looking at the holdings she had been making. He hissed trying to draw her attention to him to frighten her away. If he could have, he would have lunged at her killing her or using her body to breed more brothers and sisters. Yet this wound...he could not move. His prey was right there. Yet she paid him no mind as she seemed to just shut down.
Maybe it could...It reached with a hand like appendage trying to grab her yet it only hit fallen leaves startling her out of her spur. She stared at him with an odd look. He couldn't lift his tail much due to his wounds but he tried. She just gave him a strange calculated look.
First thing was to tie the tail and feet. She moved away behind the wounded beast. Careful of the blood. She watched it pour from the wound with little to no disgust even as the blood damaged the grown below it. The tail lifted lightly, swinging, yet it didn't get far as the pain hit him making him stop the blow. What was she doing to him? What was her plan for him?
Humans did nothing but experiment, kill, they were just like the predators that hunted them. Unlike his kind, they bred, killed for survival, he was different...so they thought. But in truth they were worse. They didn't realize how much of a monster they really were. Why they had been chosen for hunts. That was because of how extremely dangerous they were. They didn't kill to survive, they killed to breed, to make more, to destroy. There was no survival for anyone if they were to live.
Ryan quickly, while it was distracted, tied the tail to the feet making them immobile, well immobile enough. It was really the only knot she knew. The hangman's knot. She learned it from a catchy tune from YouTube. She sang it to herself as she bound it then slowly, carefully she reached the head, the dangerous part about any creature, was the teeth. This one had two mouths in one. She eyed its hand like appendages with careful regard. It seemed to be thinking it was so distracted she was able to tie the hands back.
WIth the loop she made out of her sweater jacket she took a deep breath. The beast suddenly came to life when it saw the loop it's mout being tied shut. It thrashed. She felt bad for it as she stepped away tied and bound. She sat by it sadly as she rubbed her wrists.
She was still new to the school, the bullies were everywhere, she would never forget being blindfolded, hands tied behind her back, tied down. When she was able to see, she was bent over a wooden horse, naked. She had always had large breasts but not too big, for her age they were perfect, but now-now she hated them. She hated her body.
Hands had pulled at her tits as if milking a real cow. She would cry and scream no one came to help her. No one bothered to or didn't hear. They said they would only let her go if she would moo, act like a cow. She could only cry. When she finally did she was left there tied, bound, naked, and alone. It took her nearly two hours to get loose, and dressed. She looked at the creature, its struggles done.
She would make sure that once she got his wounds patched up that it would be set free. She knew she couldn't touch the blood but maybe she could cauterize it. Digging into her bag she pulled out a blade, flint, and some gasoline she carried in a small metal container.
Making a small pit she started a small fire holding the metal end of her knife over waiting for it to become hot. It took time, patience, the metal was now red. She was quick as she could be trying to not cause as much pain to the thing but it was thrashing, muffled shrieks could be heard from it as she continued this process for nearly an hour.
He swore she was torturing him to death just slowly cooking him so she could eat him later. It wouldn't be that shocking to him. Humans were a cruel species. Again, so he thought. Nothing was as cruel as his kind.
He felt cool water then cream on his wounds before screeching as his leg was set. He looked at her as she bound his leg then shockingly let him go unbinding him. He was tempted to take a bite out of her but she was gentle. He looked back before standing; he couldn't put much weight on his hind leg but enough to suffice.
Ryan packed up her belongings watching as the creature stood. He was like a cat, a deadly, shiny cat. Turning back to her things she packed up then stood up to head home. She got about five feet when she heard the leaves crunching.
He looked at her as she left. He could just kill her now, but he didn't. His queen was gone, nothing was telling him what to do. He was alone. Quickly he followed.
Quickly she tried to shoo him away to no avail. She only ended up on her ass staring up. The beast was smiling almost triumphant. She sighed, putting her head down. Just great.