Unknown Society

The Vendetta

"Dispose of the body." Sandy orders, and so Spy and other tribe members drag the blood trickling body out of the room. Sandy then turns to Bene, "Tell no soul of this, or your fate will be the same as his. We'll set you free, but until then—" She punches Bene hard, so hard that she was knocked unconscious. "Get her out of here." Sandy tells Reign.

Days go by, Martinez hasn't eaten. At all. She is skin and bones from the looks of it, and she doesn't plan on eating any time soon. Martinez had been so caught up with her misery and grief that she chose to starve herself—this, of course, made her sick. She couldn't handle puking her brains out, so she finally decided to eat again.

To her luck and surprise, a fresh carcass had been given to her. She didn't hesitate to chow down. In the distance was a figure that looked familiar. Still in an uneasy state, she grasps her dagger as the figure approaches her. Growling quietly, she was surprised to recognize the person. They were small in size with long hair—of course they were familiar! "You again," Martinez hisses, immediately pointing her dagger at her, "What do you want?"

"I mean no harm this time," she puts her paws up, "I have to tell you something."

Martinez somewhat believed her, but she still kept her guard. "Where is Shivers?" She growls.

"That's the thing," she says, "My leader, our tribal leader for many years, she took your friend. At the time, he and Sandy held a grudge, an argument that lasted for years. She brutally tortured him only to find out that we had the wrong female with us, which may have been your friend. That's when she murdered him."

Martinez felt another flashback come back to her.

Valarie's fifteenth birthday was in two days. Her and Pixel were finishing up decorating their part of the enclosure when they heard the door shut. All of the girls were quick to whip the head around to see who the new kid was. This was a male this time—that's strange.

The teenage boy had brown skin, dreads, hazel eyes, black hooves, a chipped right horn, and a black shirt. He was on the ground, wincing in pain when he tried to stand. Pixel just stood and watched, whereas Valarie sprung into action. "You okay?" She assists him.

"I think so," he replies, his voice like a man from the south, "Just a little scratch is all." He shows her his forearm, which had a deep gash.

"What did they do to you?" Bene steps in.

He shrugs. "Not sure. Think they took my blood or somethin'."

Pixel was hesitant to get closer, but she did get close enough to where she could speak to him. "Huh—never expected to see a boy here."

"Thought the same thing," Bene says.

"Huh? I've been here all my life, ever since my parents left me here," he rubs his arm, "Say, what's your name?" He points to Valarie.

"Valarie," she grins, "yours?"

"Jack Rabbit, but friends just call me Jack. Some assholes call me Rabies." He chuckles.

"Why would they call you Rabies?" Pixel asks.

He shrugs, not noticing the obvious drool trickling down. The girls exchange looks, debating whether or not to tell him that he was drooling a bit.

"Anyway, nice to meet you, Jack!" Valarie smiles.

"As to you, Miss," he says, glancing at the birthday decorations, "Did I miss something?"

"What?" Valarie tilts her head a little.

"Someone's birthday, I meant," he tells her.

"It's Val's birthday in a couple of days," Bene shows him around.

"This Saturday?" He widens his eyes a bit, "That just so happens to be my birthday, too!"

Valarie had an astonished look on her face. "Really?" She gasps, "How old will you be turning?"

"Sixteen," he says, "I reckon you're a year younger than me."

"How so?" Valarie says.

He points to the numbers behind her. She chuckles nervously, feeling a bit stupid.

Martinez lowers her head, sitting on a boulder. Shivers wasn't anything special to her, but she still felt grief. She could've done something to prevent this, or so she believed. "What about Bene?" She looks up.

"Ah, your friend, I wasn't there, but I was told that she was knocked unconscious," Spy continues, "When I found her miles away from our lair, she was limping and thin and bones. I'm not sure what she has left to live."

Martinez stands up quickly. "We have to find her. If she's limping, she won't have left to survive in this world." She looks at Spy, sighing, "I have no one left to lose, so you're coming with, whether you like it or not. What's your name?"

"I was given the name Spy." She kneels down in submission, "And you have my loyalty and faith."

"No need for all that," Martinez says firmly, revving up her motorbike, "Hurry, Little Spy, time is short for us. Who knows what will come to us out of the blue? Blood, that's for damn sure."