He kept to the shadows as he ran for all he was worth. His muscles were
sore and his lungs were burning from the pain of hardly getting a breath
in. Straining his eyes he was horrified to find the shadows were coming to
an end, he would be out in the moonlight and easier to spot than stripes on
a tiger. And his pursuers were right behind him, he had no chance of
getting away. His pointed ears clearly heard the revving motors of the
four wheelers following him.
"We got you now freak!" A rough voice called behind him.
"Mutie freak!" Another voice shouted followed by the resounding boom of a gun being fired.
The mutant growled to himself, encouraging himself on as bark showered him from a tree to his side. Moonlight filtered through the trees illuminating his pure black form for brief moments at a time. It was enough for his pursuers to see him and not lose track of the quick mutant.
"Shoot again man! Keep firing! Kill the mutant bastard!"
The mutant wanted to turn on the teens and teach them a lesson, but there were five four-wheelers with two riders on each and while only one man had a gun, which was thankfully just about out of bullets, the others were armed with various contact weapons. Those passengers were also holding weapons for the drivers. All his agility and strength couldn't save him from ten armed men.
And then pain exploded in his left wing seconds after one of the guns fired. The mutant bellowed in agony and wrapped his uninjured wing over his shoulder and across his chest. He hoped that way he could protect it a little better. His injured wing throbbed with pain and was leaving a nice bloody trail but he knew he couldn't stop, couldn't even pause or he'd be killed. Relief flooded his mind as he heard the telltale clicking of a gun being out of bullets.
Then he was out of the trees and onto a flat field that seemed to stretch on and on. He was done for, he knew it. In the trees the four-wheelers had more obstacles to slow them down, but on the open field they could go as fast as they needed. As soon as they were out of the trees he knew he was dead.
"God, I know I've never prayed to you, but if you can forgive me I'd really like to live now," He murmured as he glanced around for anything that could save him or any kind of escaped route. He found none.
Here's the end of this little adventure, eh? A voice sneered inside his mind.
Shut it Psycho, don't I got enough to worry about without you jabberin' on.
And we wouldn't be here if you'd just let me kill 'em all. Psycho said matter of factly.
Shut up, you're not killin' no one! Another word and I'll-I'll.damnit how do ya threaten something that's a part of your mind?
You don't. Now stop talking to me and focus on keeping us alive.
"We got you now freak!" One of the humans shouted, cutting off all mental speech.
The four-wheelers burst out of the trees and roared across the field. The teens laughed with glee at finding their target in plain sight. There was no way they could miss his big black form clearly lit by the moon above. They had him, they knew they did and it filled each of them with some kind of sick satisfaction.
The black furred mutant stumbled and that's all the teens needed. A four wheeler buzzed up beside him and a bat connected with the back of his head. The teenage mutant tumbled forward as his consciousness slipped away for a few minutes. When he became conscious again he realized he was being held up by two of the big teens and the rest of the gang was milling around. In front of him was the leader of the group he knew as Thomas Kane.
"Ya didn't really think you'd get away, did ya?" Thomas sneered. "No mutie freak will get away from us."
"Geez, you was ugly from afar, but up close yur just plain.uh..," The large teen known as Lug paused in hard concentration.
"Disgusting," Will Branford supplied his slow-witted friend.
"Yeah, disgustin'," Lug agreed.
Please let me tear them apart? If you don't let me take over you know Animal is going to. Psycho insisted.
At least Animal will only do what is needed.
With that what could only be called the "Normal" personality slid out of control and allowed the survival personality known as Animal to take over. Though Psycho didn't like it he was a least a little confident that Animal would do better than Normal and a helluva lot better than Child.
The injured mutant hissed, baring bright white fangs in a fearsome display. His bright green eyes flared wildly and he struggled to get free. For his efforts he received a hard jab into his ribs that knocked the wind out of him again. He didn't let this phase him for long though. The mutant caught his breath quickly and Animal followed his instincts as any animal would.
"ROOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRR!!!!" The mutant bellowed with all the rage and anger he could.
The humans jumped back from him in terror and he was released. The mutant wasted no time in charging the boy in front of him. The terrified teenager raised his bat to swing it, but when he did the mutant easily caught it in one of his big paw-like hands. With a snarl he ripped the weapon from his grasp and snapped it in two before tossing it into the trees.
He spun quickly to grab the attacking boys' bats just as he had done with the other. What he didn't expect was for one of the boys to change the course of the bat and slam it into his shoulder with a loud crack that echoed into the night. A rumbling growl rose in the mutants throat and he lunged at the one that had hit him.
"Ahhh!" The teenager shrieked as the demonic looking mutant wrapped a large paw around his throat.
Still in survival mode, Animal turned and threw the captured human at two of the others and watched in satisfaction as all three fell in a heap. He turned to deal with a few of the others when large, strong arms were wrapped around him from behind. His wings were pinned down, right along with his arms and he could only flail his legs and whip his tail around.
"I got him! I got him Tommy!" Lug exclaimed as if the whole group couldn't see the big teenager holding the relatively small mutant.
"I can see that Lug. Don't ya think I can see that will my own two eyes?" Thomas snapped.
Well, a fine job you did getting us out of this mess Animal. Psycho sneered.
Lay off Psycho, he did what he could. Normal retorted.
Yeah, now it's time to let me take over and zap them all to Hell.
No zap. Psycho bad. Child scolded.
Shut up brat. You would have us laying on the ground whimpering right now. Psycho said.
A gesture was given silently and Lug threw him the ground and hard boots began kicking over and over and rougher and rougher. In an instant Animal backed out of control and Child took over. Now completely terrified beyond reason he curled himself into a ball and wrapped his tail around his waist. He whimpered pitifully as his body took the painful abuse. He was after all a very small teen at only 5'4'' and he was much shorter than the boys around him.
"Kill it, kill the monster!"
"Burn in Hell demonspawn!"
Of course they gotta throw in the burn in hell. This is the bible belt after all. Psycho said absently as Child endured the beating.
As reality blurred into nothing but pain he hardly realized when the beating stopped. Nor did he realize his tail was being unwrapped from his waist. He didn't feel the rope being tied tightly and securely. In fact, the mutant didn't realize anything was going on until the roar of the engines cut through the blur of pain. Then he knew something was up.
We're gonna die and it's all your fucking fault Normal! You should have just let me take over!
No, I don't need anymore blood staining my hands. Normal replied.
"Uh, Tommy, ain't this a bit uh.sinful?" Lug questioned. "Killin' sumthin' ain't exactly right."
Thomas revved the engine on his four-wheeler then looked back at Lug. "You turned mutie lover Lug?"
"Hell no, but--."
"Then shut the hell up and do what I tell ya," Thomas growled. "Let's go boys!"
The mutant barely realized what was happening when he was suddenly moving. Through his pain though, he came to realize what was happening. He was being dragged behind a four-wheeler. They were going to drag him to death. There was no way for him to tell how long he was dragged, but he knew it was a long torturous time and when he finally rolled to a stop he was thankful.
"And people call us monsters." An unfamiliar voice said.
"Poor kid. I'm glad we found him before those thugs were done with him." Another voice said.
And then blessed darkness spread through his mind and he was out cold.
"We got you now freak!" A rough voice called behind him.
"Mutie freak!" Another voice shouted followed by the resounding boom of a gun being fired.
The mutant growled to himself, encouraging himself on as bark showered him from a tree to his side. Moonlight filtered through the trees illuminating his pure black form for brief moments at a time. It was enough for his pursuers to see him and not lose track of the quick mutant.
"Shoot again man! Keep firing! Kill the mutant bastard!"
The mutant wanted to turn on the teens and teach them a lesson, but there were five four-wheelers with two riders on each and while only one man had a gun, which was thankfully just about out of bullets, the others were armed with various contact weapons. Those passengers were also holding weapons for the drivers. All his agility and strength couldn't save him from ten armed men.
And then pain exploded in his left wing seconds after one of the guns fired. The mutant bellowed in agony and wrapped his uninjured wing over his shoulder and across his chest. He hoped that way he could protect it a little better. His injured wing throbbed with pain and was leaving a nice bloody trail but he knew he couldn't stop, couldn't even pause or he'd be killed. Relief flooded his mind as he heard the telltale clicking of a gun being out of bullets.
Then he was out of the trees and onto a flat field that seemed to stretch on and on. He was done for, he knew it. In the trees the four-wheelers had more obstacles to slow them down, but on the open field they could go as fast as they needed. As soon as they were out of the trees he knew he was dead.
"God, I know I've never prayed to you, but if you can forgive me I'd really like to live now," He murmured as he glanced around for anything that could save him or any kind of escaped route. He found none.
Here's the end of this little adventure, eh? A voice sneered inside his mind.
Shut it Psycho, don't I got enough to worry about without you jabberin' on.
And we wouldn't be here if you'd just let me kill 'em all. Psycho said matter of factly.
Shut up, you're not killin' no one! Another word and I'll-I'll.damnit how do ya threaten something that's a part of your mind?
You don't. Now stop talking to me and focus on keeping us alive.
"We got you now freak!" One of the humans shouted, cutting off all mental speech.
The four-wheelers burst out of the trees and roared across the field. The teens laughed with glee at finding their target in plain sight. There was no way they could miss his big black form clearly lit by the moon above. They had him, they knew they did and it filled each of them with some kind of sick satisfaction.
The black furred mutant stumbled and that's all the teens needed. A four wheeler buzzed up beside him and a bat connected with the back of his head. The teenage mutant tumbled forward as his consciousness slipped away for a few minutes. When he became conscious again he realized he was being held up by two of the big teens and the rest of the gang was milling around. In front of him was the leader of the group he knew as Thomas Kane.
"Ya didn't really think you'd get away, did ya?" Thomas sneered. "No mutie freak will get away from us."
"Geez, you was ugly from afar, but up close yur just plain.uh..," The large teen known as Lug paused in hard concentration.
"Disgusting," Will Branford supplied his slow-witted friend.
"Yeah, disgustin'," Lug agreed.
Please let me tear them apart? If you don't let me take over you know Animal is going to. Psycho insisted.
At least Animal will only do what is needed.
With that what could only be called the "Normal" personality slid out of control and allowed the survival personality known as Animal to take over. Though Psycho didn't like it he was a least a little confident that Animal would do better than Normal and a helluva lot better than Child.
The injured mutant hissed, baring bright white fangs in a fearsome display. His bright green eyes flared wildly and he struggled to get free. For his efforts he received a hard jab into his ribs that knocked the wind out of him again. He didn't let this phase him for long though. The mutant caught his breath quickly and Animal followed his instincts as any animal would.
"ROOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRR!!!!" The mutant bellowed with all the rage and anger he could.
The humans jumped back from him in terror and he was released. The mutant wasted no time in charging the boy in front of him. The terrified teenager raised his bat to swing it, but when he did the mutant easily caught it in one of his big paw-like hands. With a snarl he ripped the weapon from his grasp and snapped it in two before tossing it into the trees.
He spun quickly to grab the attacking boys' bats just as he had done with the other. What he didn't expect was for one of the boys to change the course of the bat and slam it into his shoulder with a loud crack that echoed into the night. A rumbling growl rose in the mutants throat and he lunged at the one that had hit him.
"Ahhh!" The teenager shrieked as the demonic looking mutant wrapped a large paw around his throat.
Still in survival mode, Animal turned and threw the captured human at two of the others and watched in satisfaction as all three fell in a heap. He turned to deal with a few of the others when large, strong arms were wrapped around him from behind. His wings were pinned down, right along with his arms and he could only flail his legs and whip his tail around.
"I got him! I got him Tommy!" Lug exclaimed as if the whole group couldn't see the big teenager holding the relatively small mutant.
"I can see that Lug. Don't ya think I can see that will my own two eyes?" Thomas snapped.
Well, a fine job you did getting us out of this mess Animal. Psycho sneered.
Lay off Psycho, he did what he could. Normal retorted.
Yeah, now it's time to let me take over and zap them all to Hell.
No zap. Psycho bad. Child scolded.
Shut up brat. You would have us laying on the ground whimpering right now. Psycho said.
A gesture was given silently and Lug threw him the ground and hard boots began kicking over and over and rougher and rougher. In an instant Animal backed out of control and Child took over. Now completely terrified beyond reason he curled himself into a ball and wrapped his tail around his waist. He whimpered pitifully as his body took the painful abuse. He was after all a very small teen at only 5'4'' and he was much shorter than the boys around him.
"Kill it, kill the monster!"
"Burn in Hell demonspawn!"
Of course they gotta throw in the burn in hell. This is the bible belt after all. Psycho said absently as Child endured the beating.
As reality blurred into nothing but pain he hardly realized when the beating stopped. Nor did he realize his tail was being unwrapped from his waist. He didn't feel the rope being tied tightly and securely. In fact, the mutant didn't realize anything was going on until the roar of the engines cut through the blur of pain. Then he knew something was up.
We're gonna die and it's all your fucking fault Normal! You should have just let me take over!
No, I don't need anymore blood staining my hands. Normal replied.
"Uh, Tommy, ain't this a bit uh.sinful?" Lug questioned. "Killin' sumthin' ain't exactly right."
Thomas revved the engine on his four-wheeler then looked back at Lug. "You turned mutie lover Lug?"
"Hell no, but--."
"Then shut the hell up and do what I tell ya," Thomas growled. "Let's go boys!"
The mutant barely realized what was happening when he was suddenly moving. Through his pain though, he came to realize what was happening. He was being dragged behind a four-wheeler. They were going to drag him to death. There was no way for him to tell how long he was dragged, but he knew it was a long torturous time and when he finally rolled to a stop he was thankful.
"And people call us monsters." An unfamiliar voice said.
"Poor kid. I'm glad we found him before those thugs were done with him." Another voice said.
And then blessed darkness spread through his mind and he was out cold.