A blast of thunder, a strike of lightning.
I woke up by the loud storm outside our cage.
We've stopped moving, but it wasn't any better.
The cell was freezing cold, and a little wet.
The rain dripped through the small window, making one side of the cell wet.
The sound of the rain against the bars of the window was haunting.
It was pitch black my side, but near the window it was a shade of dark blue.
Beside it, a quiet boy sat. Miku, contemplating probably.
Curled up in the corner, hugging his knees, he buried his head in his arms.
Almost completely out of sight, until occasionally the strike of lighting.
It quietly stroke, lighting up the cell for a second, a loud thunder following it.
Everything and everyone seemed to be asleep.
Suddenly a clatter of metal against metal sent out an earsplitting shriek.
Chains and keys, I think.
It made me shiver and sent chills down my spine as it came closer and closer.
Suddenly I heard the door open in the next cell, where Callie and Koko were.
I saw the light from the top bars, felt the rain pour from their side to ours.
I heard a small scream, followed by chains and a loud thump.
Then I heard struggling, barking, yelling, more chains and metal.
I stood on my toes and tried to peek, but I wasn't tall enough.
The cell next to ours burst into chaos.
Shadows.
Weird, fast moving shadows, some of my friends, some of people I couldn't make out the shape of.
The shadows cast into our cell, lighting the room like a puppet show.
The bars emitted vertical lines as well.
I was dying of curiosity.
"Miku! Help me see!" I demanded.
He didn't move. At all.
I wondered if he was asleep, or just very upset, or ashamed.
Probably a little of all three.
I still needed to know.
I couldn't just sit there hearing all this chaos.
I tried to climb the wall, only to trip and fall.
I tried gaining balance before impact, but it was too late.
I landed on my butt, elbows, and unfortunately my head.
I hope there was no serious damage.
I sat up again, my palms still on the ground.
I rubbed my head, and saw a small speck of red liquid on my fingers.
I ignored it. There was nothing I could do at the moment.
I noticed the room was dark again, and quiet.
Either I hit my head really hard and became deaf somehow, or they stopped fighting.
Probably the first one. Har har.
I didn't have a second to investigate before the door bust open.
Natural light and flashlights filled the room suddenly, causing me to squint.
The sound of rain came in with it, drenching the room with water.
Mud covered boots walked in.
Two. Four. Six.
About six people with flashlights and boots.
I couldn't focus on their faces because of the difference between their dark shadowed faces, and bright flashlights.
But I could guess they weren't on our side.
Strong arms raised up Miku.
Heavy chains were heard somewhere in the room.
I couldn't see very well, my vision was blurry.
What happened next I could barely make out.
I could only sit there and watch, unaware of anything that was happening.
Cold gloves caught me from behind.
Suddenly, I was raised by a pair of strong hands by surprise.
I struggled to get out of their grip, but chains were already being locked around my hands.
Next we were carried outside of our cell and into the night, the cold, stormy night.
I closed my eyes against the sharp wind and frosty rain.
We were put into a melon shaped vehicle, attached to a giant eagle.
I would think that's strange if I hadn't remembered we were in Pawrawl.
In the melon, soft cushions met my lower back and arm.
Next came in Miku, Callie, and Koko.
All being almost tossed in here.
As the door closed the warmth of the new room was welcoming.
It was a round coach, painted light orange with spring green accents.
There were two benches attached to the walls.
They were originally orange, but now covered with green cushions and matching orange and green pillows.
The only other furniture was a small table, and above it, a dangly light.
The whole room was very small, but cozy, and only had seats and a table.
It was empty, but it was very well built, and definitely a step up from a prison cell.
All four of us had taken off our chains and settled in a seat.
I pushed aside the green curtain and peered out the small oval window on the door.
It was still dark, but the storm began to stop.
The skies cleared, the lightning and thunder stopped, and a light rain was all that was left.
A gentle rain, a small shower for the flowers, trees, and other nature.
I sat back down.
All of us were very close, almost face to face, being squished together like sardines in a can.
And yet, no one had anything to say.
We were all drenched, warming up and drying off silently.
Rocking a bit from the eagle's pull.
Occasionally gazes were met, but never a word was said.
Maybe a slight smile would be given, but that was it.
After a while the storm ended completely.
The rain stopped, and a bright blue sky replaced a blanket of grey clouds.
The sun came out, too, making it even warmer.
Soon after that, we came to a stop.
We didn't know where they were taking us, and yet we didn't care.
As adorable as this coach was, it was simply too small.
We were all crammed together, getting cramps, poking each other here and there.
We became tired of each other getting in our personal space.
So we couldn't wait to get out.
Lucky for us because moments later, the door opened, followed by a "We're here. Get out."
