Rogue, Silver and Silent

A siring

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Excruciating pants tore from my throat. Heavy puffs of air rested on the tops of my lungs. A metallic taste curled into each breath that juddered out of my body. The shrill sound of the warning bell that would sound for my next class hadn’t rung through the air yet. And I had the most ominous feeling that those two weren’t going to stay locked in that particular submissive position for much longer. If the stench of their anger and the overwhelming sent of Z-Simmons on the air was anything to go by, it was quite clear to me that they had snapped out of it rather quickly.

I stumbled into the classroom not caring that the tutor tut at my early arrival, having cut short his breakfast coffee and gossip with his fellow colleague. Hauling my heavy body towards the back of the boxy and stuffy room, I dumped my lethargic form into the seat. Still not caring for the tut that rolled off the tongue of the several tutors who had now started to move towards the door – I assume to give an air of privacy to whomever or whatever matters they were discussing.

The session of slaps and snaps that filled the air as the contents of my bag were effectively tossed out of it; picked at my fraying senses. My hands twitched to do something, most likely to strangle something, my eyes kept darting to open doorway as the paranoia coiled around my throat. No-one had said those words to me in a long time, Reece hadn’t even come close. Not even their uncle who had known me since I was but a babe had even guessed or hinted at the word. Yet they, they who had known me for less than a moment, they who didn’t even know my name – had known.

The passionless couple strolled in amongst the horde of students bustling through the little sliver of a gap in the wall. I hadn’t noticed the usual shrill ring of the bell that would muffle my acute hearing. My mind was the preoccupied. Their eyes found mine, as though the heat of my stare had brought on the heat of an inferno into their very skulls. The accuracy, the precision, the unity in which their gazes concurrently swung to meet my own was not only terrifying, it confirmed all suspicions that had arisen since the imposter had all but admitted he was a Lupyne.

The subtle flaring of their nostrils, the way their bodies unassumingly angled towards each other. The stunted movements, the too accurately clumsy way they manoeuvred around a room. Particularly trying to emanate that of a human, it worked. To give them credit I hadn’t suspected much different of them. They seemed to fit; my usually sharp senses seemed to want to wander away from them. As though I knew they were different, but I didn’t want to know.

My ever questioning brain couldn’t make sense of this phenomenon, no sort of magic or trickery could ever tamper with our minds it was just unheard of. Whatever this was, it reeked. The pungent odour that my now fuzz free brain could now depict under their usual scents, had me choking back a gag.

The monotonous drone of the teacher’s lecture faded into the background as all my senses focused on the odd couple a few rows ahead of me. My eyes narrowing to slits, the neurones in my advanced brain sparking an electrical current as the metaphorical light-bulb flickered to life within my skull.

Vindrego.  

A deadly hiss escaped the corners of my mouth; several human eyes whirled on me in brief surprise of the animalistic sound that escaped my throat. The teacher’s abrupt pause in his lecture also meant that he had heard the sound. You’re getting louder, you’re becoming tame, and you’re becoming one of them.