The Forgotten Mutant

Chapter 2: The Pets New Look

As Kalona started to come to, all she felt was pain. Coursing, pounding its way throughout her body. A weak whimper bubbled at the back of her throat as she cracked open her eyes. Trying to move, she found that was a great mistake as she cried out in searing pain. Holding her leg she looked down to see it bandaged, but her blood starting to stain the white gause. 

Memories of the previous night, she thinks, quickly comes flooding back. Taking a deep breath she ran a hand up her face to and over her ears, wincing. Right, her beautiful ears...they'd been sliced off savagely. 

"This can't be real. Why w0uld this...this m0nster want me? He sh0uld have culled me, he said s0. Why me?" She whispered to herself taking deep breaths as the pulsing ebbed away ever so slightly as sat still. Running her hand further up into her hair she let her fingers run through it, then froze.

"No. No no no NO NO!" Panic quickly set itself into her voice as she frantically ran her hands through her hair. Once it had been long, flowing like black silk cascading down to the small of her back, now was short. Uneven cuts left her hair choppy and even. It didn't feel like silk anymore, more like rope. It made angry tears well up in her eyes.

"Y0U FUCKER! MY HAIR WAS ALL I HAD LEFT!" She yelled out gripping what was left to frame her face. She never had much in life, her hair was her pride and joy ever since she had found a hair smoothing tool. And because of him that was gone.

"I wouldn't yell like that. Grand Highblood just might hear you, and next time he might not order your next injuries to be treated." A monotone voice said, making Kalona jump and cry out holding her leg as she looked at the older, female troll who stood at a cell, no a cage door.

She was obviously older than the mutant but had to be younger than the one she called Grand Highblood. This one still towered over her, and wore some purple and black outfit. Kalona had seen something like it in books, harlequin. That's what this older female looked like with her makeup and clothing.

"It's not polite to stare." She said lowly moving in before closing and locking the door behind her.

"It's als0 n0t p0lite t0 kidnap s0me0ne and d0 this t0 them." Kalona hissed at her gesturing to her beaten body as a growl rumbled in her chest as this harlequin came closer to her.

"Stop that, I'm here to make sure you don't die. And he could have done much worse, thank the mesaha for that. Not are you going to sit still so I can change your wrappings and give you the clothes Highblood wants you to wear or do I need to drug you?" 

Well that was blunt. Grey eyes watching as the older set down medical supplies and then some type of clothing Kalona couldn't make out. Watching her warily, the smaller troll didn't know if she could trust this purple blood. But what choice did she have, be awake and watch her movements or be drugged and unable to protect herself. Then a thought hit her like a rock, if she 'trusted' her then she could learn more about this place and maybe, just maybe escape once she could stand on both legs again.