I snarled, trying to seem stronger than I actually was. I was not going to let him capture me. I was going to stand my ground no matter what. I didn't know who he was, or why he was there, but judging from all the equipment they had brought with them, if you said 'to capture me', then you wouldn't be far from the truth.
I glanced at the door, which was ajar and allowing light to seep into the room. Maybe, if I made a run for it, I could get out of the classroom, then break a window or two and escape. But then where would I go? Home was obvious, but would those people think that it's obvious? Because if they thought it was too obvious then they might've skipped it. No... It'd still be too dangerous. I'd escape and then I'd figure out what's going on and where to go.
I looked back at the man who was bent down and looking at me like some rare, wild, mindless specimen. I'd show him. I stood up quickly, sending the desks above me flying like birds. Then I lunged at the group of people, trying to get through them, and to get to the door.
Well, let's just say that that plan crashed and burned.
I felt something wrap around my neck, binding and trapping me. Within seconds, there was just animalistic rage, and the urge to slash and claw at him. I wanted to make them bleed from the deepest depths of my soul. I tried to shout at them, but the only thing that came out was a roar.
I was shoved into a cage. It was tiny, with almost no room to move around in. I glared up at them, then tried to see if I could unlock the cage. It seemed nearly impossible to do, though. I had paws, not hands. Still, I kept trying, silently cursing the cheers I heard from the students as I was carted out of the building. What? They thought those guys were animal control or something? No. They knew that I had been human. Why else had they bothered speaking to me? And even if they hadn't spoken to me, I could tell by the way they had acted around me.
The area around me got darker as I was placed in the back of a truck. No! I couldn't have been trapped! Not so easily! I was going to get out of that cage and show them that I was stronger than them. That was what happened in the books, and that was what was going to happen in real life. They would feel my anger as I attacked them. I hated being restrained, be it privilege wise, or physically. They would not live because when I was restrained, I was not living.
I pounded against the cage with my paws, knowing that it was futile, even if I somehow managed to escape the cage. It wasn't like I could jump from a moving truck! I wasn't scared or anything like that. It was more like I had no idea how I was supposed to get the truck to open up anyways. But I'd show those people that captured me. That would happen, and when it happened, I would attack as hard as I could until they were all bleeding to death. Nobody was going to mess with me, because if they did, they were going to have to pay the price.
I always wanted to attack those who made me suffer. In that instance, it was actually legal... I think. I didn't quit my pounding, though. I still needed something to do. And I needed to show them that I wasn't going to give in easy. I needed to show them that I wasn't just some... Some weakling. You know?
Anyway, I was sitting there, stuck as a lion, pounding against the bars of a cage trying to get out. Because that's totally how you want to spend your afternoon. I sighed. I had just been captured, and already, part of me wanted to give up and just cry. It was the emotional part of me speaking, that was for sure. Sometimes, I was really irritated about that part of me. That emotional part of me needed to just go back to where it came from. Crying showed that you were weak, yet sometimes you needed to cry. The back of a truck, however, was not the time, nor place, nor scenario.
I shut my eyes, trying to take deep breaths and trying to stop every single part of me from trembling. I had been an extremely emotional child, and in that time I had learned to still every part of me. The tail, however, was something new.
Yeah. My, uhm... Transformation, was definitely going to take some getting used to. But would I ever be human again? I really, really hoped so. Was it permanent? Maybe they'd tell me. Whoever 'they' were, anyway. I tried to quiet my thoughts. Calm thoughts helped me, and I soon shut my eyes. I slept, not meaning to in the first place. But I welcomed it as a break from the heck that had become my life.
I slept for two, maybe three hours. I didn't know. It was really hard to tell, because obviously, I was in the back of a freaking truck. I could hear shouting from the front, but the barrier muffled the sound, so there was just noise. Were they arguing about me? Were they arguing about who was going to get to kill me? I hoped not.
All of a sudden, the truck began to slow until it was completely still. I froze, startled. We had arrived somewhere, that was obvious. What wasn't obvious was where the freak I was. I had no clue, and I was afraid that I was going to die all of a sudden. That fear remained as the truck opened up, and I was wheeled inside of a shady looking building.
