The Forgotten Mutant

Prologue: Lost After Dark

It​ ​was​ ​early​ ​night​ ​night,​ ​just​ ​after​ ​midnight,​ ​as​ ​a​ ​young​ ​female​ ​troll​ ​ventured​ ​from​ ​the​ ​tree​ ​lines​ ​as she​ ​entered​ ​a​ ​clearing.​ ​Alone.​ ​Normally​ ​such​ ​young​ ​trolls​ ​like​ ​her​ ​wouldn't​ ​wander​ ​too​ ​far​ ​from their​ ​hives​ ​by​ ​the​ ​word​ ​of​ ​their​ ​lusis.​ ​But​ ​she​ ​was​ ​different.​ ​She​ ​was​ ​alone​ ​on​ ​this​ ​world,​ ​no​ ​lusis to​ ​look​ ​after​ ​her​ ​and​ ​insure​ ​she​ ​was​ ​safe​ ​from​ ​the​ ​dangers​ ​of​ ​the​ ​world.  

In​ ​fact​ ​she​ ​was​ ​lucky​ ​to​ ​be​ ​alive​ ​and​ ​at​ ​the​ ​age​ ​of​ ​2​ ​sweeps​ ​old​ ​at​ ​that,​ ​for​ ​she​ ​was​ ​a​ ​mutant. Blood​ ​burning​ ​brighter​ ​than​ ​anything​ ​she​ ​had​ ​ever​ ​seen​ ​and​ ​left​ ​abandoned​ ​in​ ​this​ ​cruel​ ​world. Unaware​ ​of​ ​how​ ​truly​ ​dangerous​ ​it​ ​is​ ​for​ ​one​ ​like​ ​her,​ ​for​ ​just​ ​beyond​ ​trees​ ​and​ ​brush​ ​fierce purple​ ​eyes,​ ​set​ ​behind​ ​heavily​ ​painted​ ​eyelids​ ​watched​ ​her​ ​like​ ​a​ ​howlbeast​ ​would​ ​a​ ​slab​ ​of meat. 

 With​ ​the​ ​slightest​ ​movement​ ​the​ ​young​ ​female​ ​whipped​ ​around,​ ​her​ ​skirt​ ​fluttering​ ​as​ ​her​ ​eyes looked​ ​around​ ​wildly,​ ​"Wh0's​ ​there?"​ ​She​ ​squeaked​ ​making​ ​the​ ​older​ ​grin.​ ​No​ ​low​ ​blood​ ​had​ ​that good​ ​of​ ​hearing,​ ​she​ ​must​ ​be​ ​high​ ​blood...right?​ ​"Please​ ​c0me​ ​0ut.​ ​I'm​ ​n0t​ ​g0ing​ ​t0​ ​hurt​ ​y0u." She​ ​called​ ​out​ ​softly​ ​pushing​ ​some​ ​of​ ​her​ ​hair​ ​from​ ​her​ ​face.

 With​ ​a​ ​sickening​ ​grin​ ​the​ ​adult​ ​troll​ ​decided​ ​then​ ​to​ ​make​ ​himself​ ​known.​ ​"YoU​ ​mIgHt​ ​NoT MOTHERFUCKIN'​ ​hUrT​ ​mE.​ ​BuT​ ​i​ ​WoN't​ ​PrOmIsE."​ ​The​ ​Grand​ ​High​ ​Blood​ ​said​ ​taking​ ​pleasure in​ ​watching​ ​this​ ​little​ ​things​ ​entire​ ​being​ ​fill​ ​with​ ​fear​ ​as​ ​she​ ​tried​ ​to​ ​back​ ​away​ ​only​ ​to​ ​trip​ ​on​ ​her skirt​ ​and​ ​fall,​ ​scraping​ ​her​ ​hands​ ​on​ ​the​ ​jagged​ ​stones.​ ​"NoW​ ​lOoK​ ​aT​ ​wHaT​ ​yOu MoThErFuCkIn'​ ​DiD,​ ​i​ ​WANTED​ ​TO​ ​SPILL​ ​YOUR​ ​BLOOD."​ ​His​ ​voice​ ​rose​ ​with​ ​anger​ ​as​ ​he stared​ ​down​ ​at​ ​the​ ​trembling​ ​younger​ ​as​ ​she​ ​flinched​ ​away.  

Summoning​ ​his​ ​deadly​ ​clubs​ ​he​ ​grinned​ ​widely​ ​as​ ​she​ ​cried​ ​out​ ​in​ ​fear​ ​and​ ​covered​ ​her​ ​face​ ​in​ ​a futile​ ​attempt​ ​to​ ​protect​ ​herself,​ ​when​ ​he​ ​saw​ ​it.​ ​Red.​ ​Her​ ​hand​ ​was​ ​glistening​ ​with​ ​an​ ​off spectrum,​ ​candy​ ​red.​ ​"WhAt​ ​In​ ​MaSsIaH-"​ ​He​ ​murmured​ ​staring​ ​at​ ​the​ ​cowering​ ​girl.​ ​He​ ​should have​ ​culled​ ​her​ ​instantly,​ ​he​ ​knew​ ​what​ ​she​ ​was​ ​but​ ​he​ ​had​ ​a​ ​more,​ ​revolting,​ ​idea.  

With​ ​a​ ​flash​ ​his​ ​clubs​ ​were​ ​gone​ ​and​ ​he​ ​had​ ​her​ ​by​ ​her​ ​gently​ ​arching​ ​horns,​ ​ignoring​ ​her​ ​cries of​ ​pain​ ​he​ ​held​ ​her​ ​up​ ​to​ ​his​ ​painted​ ​face,​ ​"WhAt​ ​ThE​ ​mOtHeRfUcK​ ​iS​ ​yOuR​ ​nAmE​ ​mUtAnT?" He​ ​asked​ ​in​ ​a​ ​low​ ​growl,​ ​and​ ​when​ ​he​ ​only​ ​got​ ​whimpers​ ​in​ ​reply​ ​he​ ​grew​ ​angry​ ​and​ ​shook​ ​her, causing​ ​a​ ​pained​ ​cry,​ ​and​ ​howled​ ​"I​ ​SAID​ ​WHAT​ ​IS​ ​YOUR​ ​MOTHERFUCKIN'​ ​NAME?!" 

 "KAL0NA!​ ​MY​ ​NAME​ ​IS​ ​KAL0NA!"​ ​The​ ​younger​ ​troll,​ ​Kalona,​ ​cried​ ​out​ ​as​ ​red​ ​tears​ ​stained​ ​her cheeks,​ ​she​ ​was​ ​set​ ​she​ ​was​ ​going​ ​to​ ​die​ ​here.​ ​"P-please​ ​let​ ​me​ ​g0."​ ​She​ ​whimpered​ ​daring​ ​to open​ ​her​ ​eyes​ ​as​ ​she​ ​tried​ ​effortlessly​ ​to​ ​break​ ​his​ ​iron​ ​like​ ​grip​ ​on​ ​her​ ​horn.​ ​She​ ​felt​ ​her​ ​nutrition sack​ ​as​ ​she​ ​looked​ ​into​ ​his​ ​fierce​ ​purple​ ​eyes​ ​that​ ​held​ ​a​ ​gleam​ ​of​ ​malicious​ ​intent​ ​as​ ​a​ ​wicked grin​ ​crossed​ ​his​ ​features. 

"Oh​ ​No​ ​LiTtLe​ ​MuTaNt,​ ​I​ ​hAvE​ ​a​ ​MOTHERFUCKIN'​ ​BeTtEr​ ​IdEa.​ ​YOU​ ​ARE​ ​COMING​ ​HOME WITH​ ​ME!"​ ​Screaming​ ​the​ ​words​ ​HIghblood​ ​took​ ​twisted​ ​pleasure​ ​as​ ​this​ ​thing,​ ​this​ ​mutant,​ ​​HIS Kalona​ ​shrieked​ ​in​ ​terror​ ​as​ ​he​ ​threw​ ​her​ ​over​ ​his​ ​shoulder​ ​and​ ​started​ ​lumbering​ ​away​ ​towards his​ ​palace​ ​of​ ​blood,​ ​ignoring​ ​her​ ​screams​ ​for​ ​help​ ​knowing​ ​none​ ​would​ ​come.​ ​This​ ​was​ ​his​ ​land after​ ​all.