Chapter 2 Stormy By Mew3

Stormy woke, to find herself in a dark cell. Stormy Stood up and held her head in her paw. She remembered what she had told Orca, and she wished she could have taken it back. It wasn't Orca's fault, or Nadia's that their mother had been killed. Stormy knew very well that her sisters could not control that they were born black and white. This was a birth defect beyond anyone's control. Stormy could remember how she was transformed into the ill-tempered beast she was now. Stormy grew up the hard way. She raised herself. The battles she won, the blood she lost. She was a blood shedder, a hunter, a killer. Whenever she extended her claws, another victim fell. She rarely killed to eat. She killed simply for the smell of blood, to prove to the world that she wasn't weak, that she was a loner, not to be tangled with. Her battles cost her an eye, her wings, her innocence. But she had to fight! If she didn't fight, she would die! If she didn't kill she would be killed! But what's the point of winning when you lose your heart? What's the damn point of shedding blood when the blood is not yours? Was Dragonus lying to her? Was her sister lying to her? And where the hell was Nadia? Where was Blood Rush? Where was Hell Raiser? Where were all her brothers and sisters? Where they alive? Where they all dead? Was Stormy herself dead and this was hell? Should she obey Dragonus and kill the Mighty Ducks, or believe in her little sister's judgment, and trust them? Stormy roared, a door opened a white drake entered. Wildwing narrowed his emerald eyes. Stormy's head jerked in his direction. She snarled deep. "What do you want, duck?" she asked coldly. "Keep it down dragon. The other's are asleep." He hissed. Stormy growled, then sighed. "Listen, white drake. I'm sorry about before. But I cannot decide who to trust. Though I hate being in here. It would be wise to leave me here till I have made up my mind." Wildwing nodded and left. Stormy growled again and sat down. 'Blood Rush, Nadia, Hell Raiser, Sun Star, Sunny, Joy, my siblings, where are you? Are you safe?' Stormy sighed sadly, and layed down for the night. What nightmare awaited her? What did the dream giver have in store? She was the dragoness who had to fight, if she didn't what would the world think of her? Could she afford not to shed innocent blood?