Pitch Squad

Our story

     "Wake up ya crapheads!" The warden shouts. He walks over to a small cell where the sound of hitting can be heard. He slides a little widow like slot open. "Hey it's dinner time." He says to the woman, who was about 5'2 with brown hair, in the cell. She's punching a large bag hanging from the ceiling. "Hey, you. Dinner time." The warden says again. "Hey Mike I have a name ya know." She says. "Sorry, would you rather me call you Beca or Rebecca?" He asks sarcastically. "It's Deadshot stupid, and I'm going to get out of this joint one day and when I do your ass is mine." She says.
"Well here eat your food." He pushes her a plate of meat or something shaped in a square. "What's this? A joke?" She asks lifting it up. "No it's dinner stupid." He jokes. She drops the plate on the floor. "Hey come 'ere for a sec." She says. He moves closer. They keep at it until he's at the window of the cell. At this point she pokes him in the eyes with her middle and index fingers and he falls to the ground. "Ugh. You're an ass Mitchell." He slams the little window shut and leaves.

*Jump to a big cage in the center of a big room with a girl hanging around in it*

"Hello Miss Quinn." Mike says. "Heya Mike!" She says dropping to the floor, landing on her feet. "Hey Quinn, com 'ere and get your food." Mike says. There were other guards surrounding the cage just incase she tried anything. She came as close as she could, but when she touched the metal bars they administered an electronic shock.

*Flashback in Harley's head*

She's sitting in an electric chair getting shocked repeatedly. Her screams get louder and louder as do her laughs as well. She's loving while hating it at the same time.

*Back to real time*

Harley is lying on the floor limp and knocked out. The men walk out of the room leaving her there. They next head to a sewer-like area carrying a skinned, raw, slab of cow meat. They lower it down slowly then drop it in and close the sewer quickly afterwards. They next  walk to a reinforced iron chamber. Chains are heard violently shaking within. Growls, barks, and howls are also heard. The men are carrying three large steaks. They open the door and a large white female lycanthrope is seen with many, probably hundreds, of a scratch marks lining the back and parts of the side walls. "BlackFang!" Mike yells before having his men throw the steaks in.
     She darts towards the door, but is stopped by the chains restraining her arms legs and torso. They slam the door shut and lock it. This is out story how we started and how we became free. No one entirely knows who we are and/or if they can trust us, but on thing they do know is that we would do anything for freedom.