Chains and Darkness Await
6
She woke with her head swimming in pain and delusions. Her vision was unfocused; a few blinks changed all that. The world was on its side, and she couldn't move at all. She glanced around the room she was confined in.
It was a plain stonework floor, and undecorated concrete walls. She was chained to the wall by both feet, and a ring around her neck also. Her wrists were bound together with some kind of rope that she couldn't snap no matter how hard she tried.
'Look at this, the notorious killer is stopped by rope.' She shook her head in anger and shame.
She saw a small figure in the far corner, it didn't move.
"Blossom, Blossom is that you?" She called; her throat was on fire. It didn't move, no an inch. "Move damnit!" The scent was hers, the size was hers, but she didn't respond.
Letting out a pained howl, she returned to the depths of despaired sleep.
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Voice woke her up; they were unusually loud.
"This one's still alive, barely though. We need food and medical supplies for it. The other is still fighting the drugs we gave her."
In her delusional state she couldn't focus her eyes, the people were blobs of white, the floor was a maze of grey.
"Knock her out fully, we need her out for the tests." A man, she couldn't tell where he was, commanded the others. His voice scratchy, almost inhuman.
A sharp prick and darkness once again swallowed her up. She hated it, always sleeping.
'I don't want to die sleeping,' was the last thought before surrendering to the lull of sleep.
They hauled her onto the gurney, locking the ends of the chains to the rails of steel. They charted her through the white halls that had blisteringly white lights lighting it up ever two feet.
A room with a glass window was the destination, the rolled her onto the cold steel table, and began to strip her of her clothes. Piece by piece they put into a bag for examination; where they really apart of the body? What were they if they weren't? These were the questions that they asked.
Her naked body was put under the scope, her horns and tail a focus of the views. The horns were made out of the same material as the fingernails, and the tip of the tail was the same.
They were utterly fascinated with this creature, not even thinking of it as human.
A white smock was put on her, and she was put into a metal dog crate about the size of a medium plastic one. This one was reinforced titanium, no chance of her escaping. Her chains were attacked to rings on the outside so they could control her when they wonted to bring her out for more tests.
O-O-O-OBlossom didn't fight the people, she didn't know about hate or fear yet, and she was as pure as the snow falling form the sky.
They carried her to the room that Houndoom was in, and put her in a small cage next to her. They turned off the lights; their work was done for the day.
Tomorrow was going to be even better, for them.
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"Damnit!" He screeched, he had followed Houndoom's scent to this warehouse, he saw a splatter of her blood; still fresh. It was only a small bit, so it was a stunning hit. He looked at the trajectory, it was splatter, not a drop, and she had been turning to face her opponent, but had been too late to protect her head.
He smelt Blossom's fear in the air; it too was still fresh, only a day old by his reckoning.
There was no way he could tell the police about this, she was a killer and so was he, they would put him in jail the moment they saw him; only one place left to turn to.
He trudged out into the falling snow, winter was upon them sooner than everyone had expected. The sky resembled his thoughts; dark and grey.
He stalked off into the growing shadows, knowing exactly where he was heading; the future with the one he loved.
He cursed himself for never telling her that he liked her the best, he had flirted only to anger her because her anger was something he loved. He loved when she yelled at him, it had always been in his life. Ever since they had been little she had yelled like a monster, the 'Brainwashed Bitches' could never quiet her down, only he could, and he mostly refused to help them.
He loved her above all else, he never told her the meals he skipped to feed her and keep up the bills when money was a problem. He never took more than he needed, he knew they both needed about four-thousand calories to keep their energy up for their job, he was lazy because he conserved the energy he couldn't spare unless it was needed.
He loved her, and now she was disappeared like smoke in the wind. All that was left was the blood and the smell of fear tinged air.
He would go to the one person he knew who could help him in his quest to get her back, the one person he knew he could trust… he never really did like that person though… off to meet Darkrai.
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