You Wear A Crown Stained In Your Own Blood

Prologue

I completely changed the plot from when I initially wrote this, wow-zers!

And I actually planned this fanfic out! (My writing still sucks, but my life is in 4% less of a mess, so that's a plus! :D)

All I'm gonna say is to expect angst, fluff, crack, and occasional dirty-minded jokes ( ._ .)

TW-weapons, gunshots, blood, hinted kidnapping, hinted drug use

If there are any TWs I missed out feel free to remind me :')

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It's so brutal, such torture and agony, that anyone should have to suffer pain at the hands of the unjust world we stand upon, the unjust people that lay these troubles upon others. And the world is unfair, everyone knows that, it's just a matter of who can accept the life they live in and who can't.

Because that's just how it works, think of it like the world is a chess board and the people as the chess pieces, the gods above and the monsters below, the government and its power, and all beings that find themselves asserting dominance over others. They are the people playing against each other, one taking black and the other taking white, with no goal other than to win and possess power over all that exists.

Every move that's made has an impact on you and I no matter directly or indirectly. And when a piece is knocked over, it dies, it gets hurt. Think of it, every day, every hour, every minute and every second, someone loses their life, someone has to hurt, whether physically or not.

And I guess that's how the world goes... well, at least this world.

This is the story, a story of pain, a story of misery, a story of grief, a story of danger and all the bad that lingers in the world around us. It's all the same, the usual, it's just whether one is able to adjust or not.

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The country of L'manburg was a relatively peaceful one, crime occurrences were a problem, sure, but in most situations, the worst that happened were things like shop theft and pickpocketing.

But of course, like in every other world and universe out there, something had to go wrong, someone had to twist the rules for their own sick benefit and entertainment, isn't that right?

It was a normal day, really! The world was still spinning and everyone was doing their usual business. But it was all interrupted as an ear-piercing siren blared throughout the land, the alarm only used for lethal emergency warnings and extremely important announcements, shortly being replaced with an oddly familiar voice.

"This is not a drill. I repeat, this is not a drill. From today, February 13th 2023 onwards, the hybrid hunting purge will be officially and fully initiated. All hybrid execution activity will be made legal until any further notices are made stating otherwise. All weapons of Class 3 and below are permitted to be used during the purge, only for the purpose of eliminating or hunting down hybrids and other such anomalies. Otherwise, captured hybrids can be brought to the NLAE in exchange for a cash prize of..."

The announcement went on, but all that could be heard were gunshots and screams of terror. Everywhere. Animals fled and people hid, it was horrifyingly similar to a war scene. Blood and weapons were scattered across every corner of every street, with traces of hybrids left all over. Fur, feathers, scales, anything and everything that could mark the existence of a hybrid. There was pushing and shoving, yelling and running, just absolute chaos that reigned everywhere.

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"How did that all just- oh my gosh." he muttered to himself between deep and shallow gasps of air, as his knees gave in on him and he fell down on the grass, hiding behind a tree in a nearby forest.

...at least he thought he was hidden, but the next moment he heard a gunshot and a sharp pain instantly spread through his left wing.

Then he heard many footsteps heading towards him, but before he could even attempt to flee, he heard a voice from behind him.

"Well well, what do we have here?"

He struggled as he felt arms pulling at his wings and grabbing his arms, his legs being stepped on such that he's pinned to the ground, completely restrained.

And the next thing he knows is a needle-like object being stabbed into his arm and his consciousness slowly slipping away.

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I just spent 4 hours straight writing this chapter and it's still so bad, yay :3

~Word count: 755~