How I Died As A Cow

PART ONE

PART ONE
CHAPTER 1
"How I Died As A Cow"

All I heard were the moving cages, it's noise never ended inside my head that was filled with an indescribable terror. The chickens pounced around the cages like strays going on a rampage. Rapid movement cycled the room as a group of us are thrown into a dark room. Everything smelled of dead fleas and blood, almost twisting my stomach like a whirlwind. For the longest time, I waited till I saw the light again. About time the barn doors cracked open though, I was greeted with the shiny moon, watching it's powerful glow reflect the innocent eyes all of the animals possessed for some reason. The humans split us into specific groups, which ended up ultimately casting my family away from me. They dropped a tear as I did, and told me directly not to fight back or they'd behead me on the spot without consequences. I obeyed, though the fiery spirit in me wanted freedom. It wanted a way to feel hope again.

I was oblivious to what was happening, so I wasn't sure exactly why I feared for my life. Perhaps I could sniff the intention of the evil humans, or maybe it was the switch in my head that sparked danger. Whatever it was, it told me I was going to die tonight. They led a cattle of cows beside me, trapping us in a metal fence that looked volatile. We all stared at each other in silence as the humans drifted into the darkness casted amidst the atmosphere. The temperature began to drop faster than the speed of light, sending a multitude of animals in a shivering mess. From afar, I could spot mom being carried roughly across the field by two tall humans. They dragged her like a beaten down tool, almost resembling the look of death. I closed my eyes, and groaned. My stomach started to growl like a dog and soon I'd succumb to hypothermia if I didn't get someplace warm. Then, something cold and sharp pierced our skins like a bite from teeth. A human stuck a needle inside us, inflicting pain that was unexpected.

Throughout the windy night, the cows all sung musical tunes that filled the cold night with some happiness for a while. But we all knew our incoming fate, and by then we realized it was no use remembering the old times. Those days will be missed though. Falling half asleep, I guided myself toward an area that seemed comfortable, but all of us were crammed into this contraction. The fences cycled us like a ring, and confined any of our planned movements. Suddenly, a brilliant idea caught attention in my head like igniting a fire. My black eyes stalked the gates with fury as I positioned my body a certain way. I still had enough energy to ram through the thing but before I got to do anything, a cow from behind knocked me out of focus. He simply shook his head knowingly without saying a word, then proceeded on nodding his head over to a cow laid across the ground like a dead slave. No, it was a dead slave.

"Enough!" I shouted, obviously boiling with anger. The spirt of the warrior had welled up in me, completely taking over my head, decision, sense of control, and I immediately captivated the eyes of many cows. They all looked in curiosity, bowing their heads down slightly to the dominant tone flowing within my bright voice. I rose like a hero, absolutely done with this monstrosity. "I don't know where we are or how we got here, but I do know this is not home!"

"I also know that this is the last of us. The last of all the world we'll ever see after tonight. Tonight brothers and sisters, we must rise in order to live!" quietness only mocked my intelligence as they stared at me in disbelief, some even laughing a bit. Are they insane?

An older cow, almost as ancient as an aged tree, approached me after revealing himself from the crowd of cows. Wrinkles surrounded his face, making deep creases expend each time he talked. He opened his mouth, pausing hesitantly before speaking. "Kid, I want you to hear me out before you say anything else."

I nodded. "I hear you."

"There's no escape. I've been here for years, I should know." The old geezer paused naturally, collecting his slow thoughts. "This is not a place for the brave nor hero. This is a place for the unfortunate who'd been chosen, and sadly you're one of that chosen."

"You worry we'll lose." I cried.

"No, we will lose," the old cow's raspy voice shot back deadly. "there's a point in our long lived life where we fall too hard and we don't come back up."

"But if we try, this can be rewarding. This can be a miracle!"

"Miracles exist, just not here. You must understand child; this is where the end of the road stops. We all have an end and this is where we reached it." His words were wise, yet they went right through my other ear, falling flat once they reached my complicated brain. Conflicted, I weighed my choices, and decided that I wasn't dying in a farm although they predicted I would.

Within impulse, I rammed into the fence after gaining enough momentum to speed through. A violently electrical shock slapped my body stunned for a second, sending me to the soft ground. I lifted heavily, peering at the group of cows sitting in pure awe. This was my chance. A chance to start over with a happy ending. To not take things for granted like I used to. With a sly smirk, I arose with confidence striding around me like a coat of armor. Nothing was going to destroy my mentality to escape from this hell hole. "Now who's with me? Join me to conquer the dark rulers of the world!"

Legitimately, the whole cattle joined my conquest to where all the rest of the animals were being held. We first headed to the barn we originally stayed in. Swarms of genetically modified hens and cocks stood still, frozen in complete fear. Some even die from the sudden surprise, which sent chills down my spine. They explained where my mother was being held captive along with the rest. We marched to another barn house, attracting human attention in the process. I warned everyone to get ready for a bloody battle because I knew what to expect. Mom told me about what they would do to an animal out of order. But in the midst of my prime-time, I felt consumed of the warrior spirit, and charged forward to the humans. With triumph, we lunged, sunk claws, poked, jumped on, attacked viciously, and marked our territory by releasing fluids stored inside us onto the many humans trying to collect as much animals. I ran into the barn house with invincibility. I saw my mom sprint my way, and happily I watched her go. What I didn't realize was how unrealistic it was to perceive to have invincibility because when I saw a large hand lift her up high, all that invincibility sapped out of me like a balloon losing air.

The braveness I had lost to a dark world, the confidence flew out the window, retreating to hide in cover, and the spirit of the warrior all left me. Just like that, those strong traits of myself were gone. I, as a cow, was gone. When the butcher knife slashed mom's stomach open, I couldn't watch, I couldn't hear her screams, yelps, or yells. I covered my ears until it was all done and over. The tall human threw her like a slave. That's all she was treated as. Just a slave she was. It made me angry, that treatment of her made me sad too. But I couldn't do anything because I had already died. I lost my identity, my sense of self, my control on life. And now I lost my legs, my arms, a heart, then I lost the only thing that kept everything together. I lost the only thing that formed my perfect future, that created great things, that had opinions and options to grow.

I lost my mind.

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