Messed Up Society (GamTav)

Prolougue

WARNING: This story may contain; strong language, pailing, gore, violence, abuse, shit like that ect. Not really made for younger audience... (obvi)

(My shitty ass story (insert crying face) (so like this shit is not gonna be cannon at all) but I don't own the characters, characters are owned by Andrew hussie. Anyways, Tavros will have his legs for most of the time being, if you have any questions to ask if needed or wanted feel free too ask!)

  Screams of agony are heard everywhere around the young soldier. A corny used to be little teen who's seen things he shouldn't of have. And now he's dealing with the worse shit of his life. If the blood caste never existed, this wouldn't have happened. He wish he wasn't so shy, so shy he couldn't admit to his own feelings, Now he just stands there, fighting for his friends, not even himself at this point. Blood is splattered everywhere only consisting of lowblood colors which isn't so surprising. But the amount of lowbloods dead, scattered around, running around, is just fucking horrifying. The lowblood can only just accept his fate. He didn't care anymore, he just continues fighting.

The highbloods are now killing an unimaginable amount of lowbloods as some high bloods sit back and watch as this happen, some even joining in. The bronze lowblood just keeps going at it and closes his eyes sometimes while he puts plugs in his ears trying to tune out the unimaginable sounds that seem to be scratching him with misery, every scratch with a pain so terrible as he continues to fight. He feels himself going to die soon until he is face to face with a familiar capricorn. The capricorn's eyes were red, glaring daggers into his. His smile looked like it came from his nightmares. The smeared makeup on his face made it worse, and he was fucking tall. The lowblood waits to be culled, squeezing his eyes shut. Surely, his fate is here.. right? That is until he hears the screams of his friends being culled and now he snaps.