Left Alone to Cry

The Guests and The Past

THAT IS WHAT THE FIGHTING ARENA KINDA LOOKS LIKE. LIKE A BIRD CAGE. BUT WITHOUT THE BOWLS AND THE WOOD PICES DONT REACH ALL ACROSS AND THERE ON DIFFERENT LEVELS. PS THAT'S MY BIRDS CAGE. LOL OK HOPE YOU ENJOY THE STORY.

"Wake up now!" A giant voice screamed at us. His voice echoed and since we have better hearing than werewolves it hurt are ears a lot. I jumped up as quick as I could and stood there like a statue. The lights were turned on. I closed my eyes from the new light that has entered are dark cages. I slowly opens my eyes, getting them use to the light.

"I said get up!" I saw one of the gourds banging on a cage of a dark angle. (We angles can hide are wings to are skin so it looks like we have giant tattoos that rap around are bodies. And like werewolves can tell werewolves apart, I can tell what wing color angles are even when there wings are hidden in there skin). I felt a tint of pity for her.

She was young 14 or 15 and like I said dark winged angles can see in the dark so there more sensitive to sunlight. And she must be new so didn't know the drill and how to handle the sudden light. The guard grabbed a long stick that at the end has a taser on it. He put it threw the bars and tasered her. She screamed and shook. He pulled it out. "I said get up!" She slowly got up still shaken from the shock. She cried quietly as she stood there looking down.

I turned away from her and faced foreword staring off to the distance. I could stuff hear her quit sniffs. My shred of pity for her was now gone. It's strange, I never pity anyone now but I pitted her. I snuck a peek at her again and saw why I felt bad. She looked like me when I was 15. That was the last time I saw my reflection because they decided there was no need for us to see what we looked like.

"Hello lady's." (there are no males. They are all killed once found.) I new that voice. It was alpha. "Today we are having guests. I want you all to be polite. If your not you will be punished. If you don't act sweet and innocent, punished, talk bad about this place, punished, cry, punished, talk back, punished, if your are asked a question you will answer them. Don't talk unless talked to."

He looked at all of us, showing he meant every word. His dagger eyes landing on each one of us making the other angles flinch. Once his eyes met mine I didn't move I just stared ahead with my eyes glassed over with nothing left in me. I've been through so much I don't feel anything anymore. I don't hope because what's there to hope for. Are kind are hunted down, killed as well as put in cages like zoo animals but I think zoo animals are treated better.

I was one of the first to be put in this place. Are kind has always been hunted down so they need to build more buildings for us to be kept in. I remember that day very clearly. When me and my family were just enjoying are life before they came, I can barely remember there faces now. Me and my family had just came back from the zoo. As a kid I loved the zoo most of all. Ironic I know. Like werewolves we live in a pack like one big family. We don't have much of a smell so we don't have to worry about werewolves smelling us. But we do have to be careful with are tattoos. You get your wings when your 8. They are very small at first. They start at half a foot and grow when you get older.

When your wings first sprout at 8 it is very painful and you get a fever as well. So it is a very special ritual. And while your wings are sprouting your hole pack spoils you to try and help you with the pain. Your back bones readjusted and new bones replace the old ones and feathers start to sprout. I remember I had a really bad day at school. Are class pet had died and everyone was crying except me. My classmates called me a monster for never crying.

I think that is one reason why weres think we're monsters because we don't cry, even when are mates die. We can but are tears are very powerful and if anyone collected them they could become very powerful. And angle tears mostly being out the worst of people. I remember them torturing me trying to get my tears but after years of trying they realized I wouldn't break. Anyways when my family and me got to the pack house my mom and dad started making sandwiches for me and my brother.