Ferocity

Chapter 2

Chapter 2:

Well, I'm not dumb. I can tell I am definitely not on earth, or well something similar anymore. I knew this the moment I set out. Things were just not exactly right, whether slightly off or radically different.

Maybe I am high on something, but I am definitely sure I have been transported somewhere.

What I can say is that I did not expect this. I stare out to a large clearing of trees, my hands separated by something that looks like what they use to hold people still in a guillotine. Only my hands are way farther apart.

My fingers are forcefully separated by a metal glove, held painfully far back. My palms being the only thing free from the heavy metal. Fingers spread apart too much to not be painful, each individually clamped down.

Obviously, they were meant for someone with smaller hands because they were damn sure cutting off my circulation. The tiny pillory on my wrists pinches my skin, its weight making my bones creak.

I look back at the natives- I had decided to call them that from now on. Not that I could talk to them, Ah if only I was that much of a weeb.

I look at the native closest to me and look down at the lady, who was way shorter than me with a small worm, more like grub is on the lady's shoulder.

"Hey lady, ya' got a bug on your shoulder." I snicker to myself- not expecting anything from the comment. Seeing as while I may understand them, they definitely won't understand me.

She gave me a look like I was a vile being. Furrowing her brows, she thinks for a moment.

Shaking her head, she ignores me in favor of talking to the man next to her.

"Captain, she isn't responding appropriately. What is the objective?" The lady absentmindedly moves the bug away from my side, an arm poised at her waist at a weapon.

I scrunch my nose- she didn't ask me a question. What is she on about?

The man next to her does a hand sign, kinda looking like he was saying 'rock on' and a few others too quick for me to see. I giggle at the thought of the dude being a stone rocker.

"Rock on, man." I giggle. Rocky gives me a look, but I am too socially inept to even try and understand what it means, and I don't care.

We have been walking for a while. People keep jumping ahead on tree branches way too quick for me to track past the initial launch upwards. How they even can launch that high without breaking their legs on the initial jump astounds me.

They must have a different muscle system- their heart would have to beat much faster but, I'm no doctor, so I don't even know. Maybe they can use the 'human' muscle capacity fully without the adrenaline needed. The tears and breaks that happen by using it obviously are not happening, so they must have evolved to withstand it.

Why am I even contemplating this? I have no clue, but it's something to think about other than my impending doom.

The trees opened up into a large expanding forest spanning as far as I could see  packed tightly around except for right in front of me.

A single large gate slowly coming into view.

I look at the approaching... town with apprehension. It's super tiny, but I guess the natives have a lot of people, especially for how small it is. Otherwise, why would they send out this many people just for mwah☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ

I need to evaporate into thin air just to be gone with myself.

They finally get me to the town and, at this point, have finally slowed down. My feet hurt. Well- what can you do when you are transferred into a random dimension and left to wander for hours?

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I crave sustenance and I have problems.

Considering the number of children just, running around I think they have something going on.

On a different note, I lived past day one. And it's just well... I'M STUCK IN A CELL!

They have so far not communicated anything to me other than some gang signs. I may have lived ghetto but, it doesn't mean I knew ghetto.

I'm joking. Humor is my only escape. Save me.

The Ladybug and Rocky, as I have nicknamed my all-powerful overseers, we have not said a word since the first encounter.

Though they keep having silent looks at each other. Which I probably wouldn't have noticed had they not been doing it from across the room.

I wonder what they are saying...

Ladybug: Yeah, this bitch crazy.

Rocky: Yeahhhh mannnn she's just out of it. She's high as a kite.

I'll have you know I haven't touched anything yet. I was waiting for my chronic pain to set in by the time I'm thirty.

I wish my music was working. I'm bored.

"-I WANT TO RIDE MY BICYCLE..."

"God(Kami), kill me please." I hear another prisoner cry out from the other room.

Well, fuck you too. I guess you want 'Build Me Up Buttercup' instead.

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I stare up at the seeling in thought, going over scenarios in my head. I sit up from the stone floor.

Looking towards the door with a strange feeling of being watched. Within the time it took to have moved my head, there is a person already in my cell.

He has a pair of sunglasses on in the dark. Badass alert.

These sunglasses are weird. I can't see anything through them- not even his eyes.

I dub thee shade. Also, what the hell is going on with your hair, my dude- the lightning get you too.

Why is he getting closer- don't touch me, please?

I lean back as his hand moved towards my head.

"I'm not feeling touchy-feely right now. Can you take a rain check?" I mumble, scooting farther back. He is being creepy.

I accept my fate when he has backed me against the wall. Syke dodge. Fuck he got me anyways.

Why is he just holding my head? Why does he look pissed? I think I need a way out of here.

I'm just gonna lay down now. Hopefully, shade lets go or I'm just gonna drop on his feet.

He isn't letting go. He is holding me by my head, my neck hurts and so does my ass.

Suddenly he turns his head to the door. There are two more natives. One in a vest and another in a tank top vest. God, not those abominations.

The one in a tank top has a mask on, so I'm guessing leader or religious figure, but not sure on that considering the work clothes.

Is that white hair? Well, old man, bring it on.

I'm not being sacrificed to no God if I have anything to say about it.