We're Not Evil, Just Betrayed

Chapter Two, Aggression

  Sky stood, frozen to the spot. Unlike the previous cell, this one contained a bulb, illuminating the room with a dim, white light. A man stood at the far back of the room, leaning against the wall. He was fairly tall, taller than Sky was at least, and had two black, soulless eyes. Two dark streaks ran down his face, from his eyes, traveling down his chin and neck under his clothes. They looked more like scars that would never heal more than anything. He wore a checkered jacket, similar to Mitch and even wore the same dog tag they both shared. He wore a pale white shirt underneath his jacket, it's sleeves folded at his elbows. He wore blue jeans and red sneakers. His clothes were ragged and his hazel brown hair mattered. There was no mistake. Bajan was Mitchells brother. Twins weren't very rare in the kingdom they were born in, although nobody was sure why.

               The two hazel brown eyes belonged to a large, furry creature. It was a bacca, similar to Jerome from earlier only that he had brown fur whilst this one were midnight black. It wore a dirty and maimed white tux top with no indication that it ever wore pants or any other accessories other than the metal chain that wrapped tightly around its neck. Two sharp fangs protruded from his mouth, small droplets of foam dripped onto the ground below him. Jerome's brother, he assumed.

               "So, Sky. How are you ?" Bajan asked, moving away from the wall, something black slithered behind him. He had a Canadian accent which was barely noticeable. When Sky didn't reply, he frowned before he was suddenly in front of him, glaring menacingly. He grabbed the front of his shirt before pulling him upwards, leaving him dangling from the air. "I asked you a question, Sky" he snarled. He didn't seem to enjoy being ignored. "Oh, i'm fine" he replied, sarcastically. Bajans features hardened, releasing his grip and letting Sky drop onto the ground. The aggressive behaviour wasn't unexpected. A lot of people hated Sky as much as they loved Adam.

               This wasn't a very good situation, and his attitude wasn't helping. He should be scared, cowering even. After all, Bajan and AsfJerome used to be one of the best fighters and strategists in the kingdom. They were a team, a rather good one at that. And although there was a team of fighters in which one of the leaders went by the name 'Huahwi' who always beat the two, they were more respected and known. The duo could beat a group of armed men with just their fists. But unfortunately for him, whenever he felt threatened or intimidated, he immediately becomes the aggravating little bastard he was.

               Bajan moved around him, examining Sky with an obvious lack of interest. "And how is it that the King and Queens second son ended up here ? Was little Sky too spoiled ?" Sky's lips twitched downwards, his fists curling. He grinned, seeing that he had struck a nerve from Sky's reaction. "Or did Adam beat you up again like the brat you are" he taunted. Sky looked down, gritting his teeth as anger built up inside him. He looked up slowly, his hair covering his crimson red eyes. "Maybe you should stop before Mitchell places you back in the infirmary" he retorted. It looks like his death wish was about to come true.

               AsfJerome tackled him, snarling aggressively while foam splattered across Skys face. He kicked upwards, throwing him off before he rolled to the side and got up. Bajan stood there, an inhuman sound echoed across the cell as two black, feathered wings sprouted from his back, a streak of crimson red painted his wings. Four fangs emerged from his set of human teeth, his hands curved into claws. The black, slender entity that had been moving behind Bajan was his tail. It was dangerously long, spikes dotted his back down to the tip of his tail. Four wing flaps were attached to his tail, two on top and two on the sides. Shit.

               This was unusual. No, it was impossible. Bajan never had wings, or fangs or any of this back in the kingdom. He dodged Bajans swipe, trying to get as much distance as possible without pressing himself against the wall. How could this have happened ? Bajan charged forwards, his claws aiming at his heart. He reacted quickly, dodging the blow and tried to counter the attack, only to get blocked by his wings which made him flinch upon contact. They might have had the appearance of soft, enlarged bird feathers but they were as hard as rocks and the tip of those feathers were as sharp as daggers. By now, he knew fighting was pointless unless a miracle happened, but he wouldn't go down without a fight. Bending his wings, he moved them towards Sky, slicing through his shirt and skin, drawing blood. Sky kicked forwards, trying to get him to move further away only for Bajan to take the opportunity to grab his ankle, his claws jabbing into his skin, swinging Sky behind him.

               He landed face first on the ground. Groaning, he tried to get up, droplets of foam dripped onto his brown hair. Agitated, Asf pulled him up by the neck, snarling deafeningly as he slammed Sky back into the ground, this time back down. His head crashed against the iron floor, a terrible headache formed. Something wet coated his hair and parts of his cheeks. He thought it was Jerome's foam until he realized it was his own blood. Bajan towered over him, his claws raised. He plunged downwards, aiming at his head. Sky rolled sideways with whatever strength he could muster, dodging Bajans claws by an inch as he watched the iron crack from the attack. Jerome pulled Sky up slightly before he bashed it into the ground. The pain was nearly unbearable.

               He attempted to move once more but the fuzzy bacca kept him in place. Bajans head was a few inches above his. He brandished his sharp claws in front of him, his head tilted, smirking. His claws sunk into his chest, his claws raking across skin, flesh and bone, causing as screams rung across the room, blood lapping his sides.

               Everything went dark after that.