“HELP!!” I screamed, looking around. We were hiding in a bush as I watched our village be burned to the ground.. just moments before it had been beautiful, peaceful. The trees reached towards the sky, dusting past the clouds. Our ‘parents’ were talking to a friend, and cats and hybrids alike lived peacefully in the trees’ hollows. Then we were found. HE dashed in, lighting the whole colony on fire. Killing, stealing, destroying.. we hid in a bush as we watched out family and friends be brutally murdered before us. What had we done wrong..? We noticed the friend out parents were talking about gathering her children and beginning to flea, so I took Aces scruff and dashed, tears streaming down my face. A hatred grew inside me. I knew I was technically mystic, but hybrids are different. The opposing dust cancels the emotions out. The cats are kind and sensible.. but the mystics are power hungry. I cried out to her, but she didn’t hear me. Though I wouldn’t be surprised if she was ignoring me.. worthless rat, just decided to abandon me.. like she’s Better then me. Maybe the cats aren’t so great either.. My paws pounded across the dirt as i heard the screams of my only safety. We ran for hours until finally we game to a secluded cave. Her and the kits flopped over. Kits crying- babies. They wasted too much time sitting there whimpering when survival was on the line. A newfound part of myself formed that day. Some would call it evil, I call it a power, driving me to right this horrible world and help others like me…. Though maybe they’d do well to die as well. Who knows. Time dragged by like a slug crawling pathetically across rock. Slowly a week passed then a month. Always, the ‘family friend’ treated her kits like they were kings while we got the scraps. Ignored, rejected, and abandoned. They started teasing me about being called moth after the bugs who infested out food, the kits were stuck up brats who followed their petty to mothers rule. I lived like that for half a year before he came again, storming in and taking me and Ace. I don’t know why he took us alive, or what happened to the others. I hope they burned…. Someday.. he’ll realize what a mistake he made those days, he’ll regret it..I’ll be the last thing he sees. Good, stupid insect…
*sigh* contains themes of war, abuse, blood, violence, s3lf h@rm, murder, and abandonment. I’d appreciate some comments- I work hard on this stuff :’/
