Freak Among Furs - Chapter 1
#1 of Freak Among Furs
Note before starting:
I wrote this on a whim, I felt the urge to do so so I did. I don't know how many chapters I'll do, perhaps a whole bunch, perhaps no more, I just don't know yet. I'd happily take comments, but anything mean will be thwarted quickly, this is the FIRST time I've ever posted anything I've written somewhere besides my hard drive, so please be gentle with me xD
And without further ado, Chapter 1, Freak Among Furs.
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I laid in my mother's arms, I couldn't have been older than nine or ten, smiling with my eyes closed.
We were sitting in front of the fireplace and she was reading a book to me, Alice in Wonderland. I didn't really care about the book, I was nearly asleep basking in the warmth of both the lit fireplace and my mother's body, it was a nice feeling.
I was suddenly no longer in my mother's arms, but outside, standing barefoot in the front yard. I looked down at my hands, they were covered in blood, but not mine. My gaze slowly raised, only to see a set of glowing sky blue eyes staring at me. A deep growl came from the direction of those eyes and they came at me too fast to react.
Startled, I scream and sat straight up off the cot, my body covered in a cold sweat...a dream, one I was familiar with.
In the distance I heard the roar of a crowd, and it made me groan, morning had come and it wouldn't be long before I would be forced out of this cell and into that group of blood thirsty creatures.
Yes...that's what they were, creatures, collectively they called themselves furries, I myself was not one of them, though no longer was I human. That dream wasn't so much a dream as a bad memory. Four years ago myself and my mother had been attacked by a creature thought to not exist, a were, sure, the furs had always been around and humans had become a minority, there laws now the controlling factor, but weres were of myth and legend, so much for that being true. The creature that turned me wasn't even supposed to be in existance either, it was a sabertooth tiger. Maybe I should play the lottery.
A voice over the intercom in the corner of the room came on, a male, gruff, "Get your ass up Jacob, your turn comes up soon, and you've got an undefeated fighter going against you today."
With that the camera next to it shifted to the bed, I threw the pillow at it, "What, no breakfast?"
"Not until you learn to do what your told, but you haven't figured that out after four years have you, freak?"
My eyes twitched, anger flaring as a growl came from my throat, arms and legs tensing as I faced the camera and stood out of the bed, "Why don't you come down here and try to tell my yourself, Tom." In the entire time I'd been here he'd been careful to seperate himself from me, never hurt to ask.
"Watch it freak, would hate to have your bones broken again."
I had to clench my fists tighter together, small circlets of blood forming in my palms, using the pain to help calm myself. I let my eyes close as I took a deep breath.
"That's a good freak, now get ready, you have two hours."
The click of the intercom shutting off filled my ears. I let out a sigh, four years ago I'd have never heard that, but such seemed to be one of the benefits from turning furry under the full moon.
I walked to the far wall, hash marks covering it. I pressed my fingernail to the hard concrete and put a slash through four that were side by side, grinning, "Seems like today is my anniversy...we'll find out who gets the broken bones today now won't we?"
A knock came at the door, it startled me. Silently I cursed myself, I should have heard that person coming, I shouldn't be startled so easily. But a soft smile came to my lips, there was a light perfume on the air, "Sharon...won't you get in trouble for bringing me food?" The door opened, and Sharon slipped into the room with a plate of food, a ham and cheese sandwich and a glass of water. It wasn't much, but it was more than I'd have gotten otherwise.
I'd known Sharon since I arrived here. She was the only person I'd ever seen that never looked to me with fear, and always treated me with a sincere kindness. Maybe that was why she would enter the cell and I had no urge to take her arms off and beat her to death with them, of course, she also wasn't Tom.
"Won't you get in trouble for breaking another camera?"
I couldn't help but blush and give a sheepish grin to her before looking up as she came to stand before me. At almost six and a half feet tall she towered over me by over a foot, but her size never seemed to intimidate me, she was too gently, her deep blue eyes too kind.
"A kid has to have his hobbies." She used a free hand to give a playful thwap to the back of my head and I laughed. I used my hands to scratch the back of my head, the solid black, just shy of shoulder length hair flying before falling back neatly into place. I followed her to sit on the side of the bed and Sharon put the plate in front of me at which I immediately began devouring the sandwich.
"I thought you deserved something special, you've been here for four years and it is the anniversary of you coming here." She gave me a soft smile, but was only met by me suddenly stopping my chewing, my fingers digging into the bread and through the sandwich.
"I didn't come here, I was taken. That bastard took me after he found me passed out. I'm a slave, don't make it sound like I'm here by choice." I dropped the sandwich and threw the tray from my lap, I was suddenly so furious, and Sharon was such a prime target, and suddenly I felt guilty for saying what I did. I sighed, arms going around myself as I kept my gaze on my knees, "I...I'm sorry...I didn't mean to yell at you.." My voice had gone soft and quiet, suddenly I felt like my age and it hurt, alot.
All Sharon did was put an arm around my shoulder, holding me and whispering, "It's fine. I'm sorry honey, I hadn't meant it that way." She pulled me into her side and I didn't pull away. I couldn't stop my eyes from closing, laying against that soft, silver fur. Her tanktop and jeans covered her, but the fur on her arm still rested on the back of my neck.
I let her hold me for a few moments before pulling back, Sharon didn't question and let me go, standing and moving to pick up the tray, letting the water stay on the floor to dry on it's own and only picking up the sandwich pieces. She moved to the cell door and opened it, moving to head out.
"Sharon?" She stopped, turning back to me.
"Yes, Jacob?" Her voice was still soft. I felt my chest go tight.
"I...I think you may be sick, you look a little flushed."
Her gaze looked confused, she didn't seem to understand, "..Jacob?"
"You should take the rest of the day off. Tell Tom your stomach hurts, you have a migraine...but...please?"
Her eyes widened, Sharon had, for the first time since I've known her, had a look of fear in her gaze, "Jacob...what are.."
I cut her off, "Please, Sharon, I've never asked you for anything, just this once, please?"
Maybe it was the please, but despite the fear in her eyes she only gave the smallest of nods, whispering, "Be careful honey, please?"
I just gave her a smile, finally having the strength to do so and not give a hint that the tears I'd been holding back were almost ready to fall, "Aren't I always?"
She didn't buy it, her frown said that. She opened her mouth to try and say something, but all she could do was nod. She gave a half smile, I knew it was force, but she nodded, and left the room, in a hurry.
I heard her footsteps almost run from the door, I knew she was crying, it made my own tears fall from my deep green eyes. I turned back to the camera, the tears that stained my face only made the anger look so much darker. Four years of fighting in that bloody pit he calls an arena, four years of always feeling hungry, four years of being treated like a freak by everyone.
It ended tonight.