Tortured Souls
Ch.3
Captured
I wake and find something soft beneath me, something soft on top of me. I blink weariness making me feel muddled and groggy. When I finally have my eyes focusing I notice strange surroundings. I am near absolute panic when the night before returns in a flash of memories. I am hit by a strong wave of nausea and stumble from what appears to be a bed clambering and crawling across the floor before emptying what was left in my stomach. It is pure blood, gore, and sickness. I try to pull away from it but I am sliding and gagging and I can't focus.
Then soft hands grab my sides and pull me back from it holding me steady until I have finished dry hacking. I have no mind to struggle only weakness. I hold back a coo or even a sound clenching my teeth. I must rely on my training now. I must find my master, Busuzima. The fire it was everywhere.
I suddenly find myself thrashing free from the hold I catch a glimpse of purple pigtails and a white dress before I am dashing down pale corridors the person yelling for someone's help chasing me and urging me on. Suddenly there is a woman with spiky blonde hair in front of me. I jump leaping over her head but she grabs me around the waist throwing me back the way I came. I stumble landing in a heap but am quick to look for other exits and push into a side door. It slams shut behind me and I throw whatever is in front of me backwards in a hope to hold it shut.
I turn surveying the room but the door behind me is the only entrance or exit. I dash under a pale wood desk preparing to strike at whatever comes near with sharp clawed hands and feet when the door flies open the blonde woman among others dashing into the room. I let loose a vicious hiss.
Three people turn towards my corner, two I know and a third muscled man with brown hair. The first woman kneels and starts to slink towards me her hands open. I hiss my eyes darting wildly for room for a speedy retreat. She comes a little closer and I strike out claws ripping into skin. Leaving a bloody trail across a hand and wrist. The brown haired man comes in front of her with a protective snarl, I hiss in return.
Two others step into the room soon followed by one more. There are two men with black hair one in a long braid and one shoulder length, another girl enters between them. I snarl spit flying from fangs as I become more panicked.
The first woman gestures the others back with her good hand talking to them and gesturing towards me. The wolf one who snarled at me steps forward in a crouch hand out as if offering something. I try to claw it but he steps back.
One by one each one approaches me. The girl comes forward and I leap over her head running at break neck speed for the door. On the threshold quick arms wrap around my waist and we tumble to the ground in a heap. The try to claw at him but his arms are wrapped around my waist his face buried in my stomach, eyes closed. It stops me, he is not attacking or sneaking or even moving.
A memory flashes through my mind of Busuzima touching, petting, and holding me like this. Why would this strange person do such a thing? My confusion held me momentarily stunned and soon the boy is gone and I am left to struggle in vain against a tiger and wolf man. I land several good scratches that might even scar before I am locked in a room bare of nearly anything, even a window.
I curl up in a corner and try not to think about what kind of master I might find myself with tomorrow. I wish it could be that boy, but he is not a master. I wish I did not hear the tales of other masters that make Busuzima's care seem like perfection going round in my head as I drift back to the safety of a healing slumber.