The Revenge

Chapter 1

The sun was high in the sky. Not a single cloud could be seen and the rays beamed down on me. I felt my skin on my arms and shoulders hot nearly to the point of burning. Beads of sweat ran down my forehead and my back. My lips were dry, flaky and my tongue was sticking to my upper jaw. It felt like a desert in my mouth.  Being enslaved and getting food and water once a day was normal. One would think I would be used to it, being a slave to the werewolves for over ten years. It never got easier however, the dead heat was unbearable, especially this year.

If life wouldn’t be so rough I would appreciate the scenery. It was beautiful here with lush green hills and forest that was filled with wildlife. The birds sang high in the trees and wind blew pass me but it did next to nothing to cool me down.

When I was seven my parents died. We were moving around from town to town since I can remember. No one was ever safe since werewolves and vampires made an appearance about twenty plus years ago. My mother often used to talk about life when she was a child. How peaceful and beautiful life used to be without the creatures. Everyone was happy, everyone was free and I only dreamed of the life and happy childhood both my parents experienced the older I got.

One day, out of nowhere everything came crashing down. Werewolves and vampires attacked us, they planned it for decades and we weren’t ready for it. They got us by surprise. Since that day they first appeared, it took a year for all the governments to fall. One by one they crashed like dominoes. After that, there were no more individual countries, only continents. We tried to fight them, but we had no chance. Werewolves and vampires possessed more strength and speed. They were superior to us, humans in every way and took advantage of it. They killed off our armies first, there was no one to protect us anymore.

Naturally, humans that were once on top of the food chain were now on the bottom. We were hunted or killed. To the werewolfs, we were just toys and slaves, to the vampires we were blood bags and pets. Even animal were treated better than us. Or at least they were left alone.

Like every day, I worked in the field. Wiping the sweat off of my forehead I heard a high pitched scream along with grunts not far from me. I stopped the digging, whipped my head towards the noise and saw a werewolf beating a girl with a whip. This was a daily occurrence, well, not the whip but the beating was on daily basis. The girl couldn't be any older than thirteen. The other slaves didn’t react to it one bit as if nothing was happening and I shouldn’t either if I didn't want to get beaten. Everyone knew what would happen if someone tried to put a stop to it. Normally I wouldn't do anything and mind my own business. Life was hard as it was. But for some reason, I felt like I needed to do something, this made me angry. The werewolf was tall and intimidating, muscles were covering every inch of his body. She was small and skinny and whatever she did, she didn't deserve a whip. She was only a child at the end of the day.

Quickly looking around I found a stone on the ground. When I picked it up I threw it at the werewolf hitting him in the back, he turned around and saw me staring at him. His yellow glowing eyes narrowed at me and furry took over his body.  When I saw his furious face and pure hate flashing in his eyes, fear washed over me and my sudden bravery disappeared. He came over to me and I took a step back, the shovel I held dropped to the ground with a loud thud. Hitting me in the face I flew across the crops as if I weighted nothing and once I hit the ground he came at me again kicking me in the stomach.

“Next time you do this, I’ll kill you” he spat at me angrily.

Then he turned around and left. I laid on the ground curled up and holding my stomach as sharp pain radiated from there. My breathing was shallow, as shallow as possible because the pain was unbearable. My jaw throbbed with pain and I was surprised my teeth were still intact when I felt them with my tongue. When I finally got on my knees I peeked at the teenager, she was just getting up off the ground, blood oozing from her wounds across her legs and back. She met my eyes and the corners of her mouth lifted a little bit as if saying thank you.