Guardian Dressed In White // l.s. [Slow Updates]

Men and Crows

I groan, waking up with a ear splitting headache. Blindingly bright lights shining all around.

But, upon waking up, it felt as if I might just have closed my eyes for a second. I had no sense of time having passed.

Though I've probably been unconscious for just a short time. However, less than a few hours perhaps.

At first I felt confused.

I didn't even know what had happened to me.

That was until the memories started coming back at an alarming rate that I recalled I'd fainted, do to the depressants those goons injected into my bloodstream.

I felt weak aswell.

Though that wore off quite soon as my main feeling now was that of complete and utter fear.

Lifting my head, my baby blues meet numerous scary eyes staring right back at me.

There were intimidating bright lights, vivid and bold. Making me cower into myself. Much like a turtle would with it's shell, when I made the conclusion that I was on some sort of... stage?

And there right smack in the middle of it all was a well dressed, middle aged gent standing behind a podium. Microphone firmly in grasp. Addressing the massive crowd.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please ready your paddles. For we've a new toy on our hands tonight." the announcer amuses. Causing many of said 'buyer's' in the room to laugh along for whatever reason.

'What was so funny?'

I didn't quite catch the joke.

Mainly because, something about the way he said that word sent anxious shivers running through my spine. Because, what did he mean by 'toy'?

I don't have a price tag!

"Bring the first batch of toys to the stage." the older man speaks. His voice crude and intimidating as it booms through the speakers located directly across the stages platform.

"Buyer's, get ready to place your bets. Your in for quite the night!" the announcer speaks somewhat eerily. But I paid no mind to his tone. My focus set on the many participants slowly rising to their feet.

The 'buyers' who were present to the number of about two hundred, clustering around the platform. While the 'toys', who might I add looked quite saddened, gathered into miserable groups in the background to watch the progress of a selling in which they were so sorrowfully interested in.

I on the other hand am quite confused as I thought we were going to be playing a friendly game like say, sherades or something.

I simply couldn't fathom why they're so dispirited.

The buyers just want to have fun. Have a bit of a laugh! I mean, why else would they need us 'toys' if they weren't going to play with us?

I mean, not to sound ill-mannered or anything but that simply would not make even a lick of sense as to why our presence as toys would be required.