Unlikely [C]

Chapter eleven: Weird

Kuza was separated from Angelo. He sobbed the entire time he was guided to a separate room. He was placed on a gurney, strapped down to it. He whimpered, not having the energy to fight against the metal restraints. He stared up at the ceiling as IVs were put into him. Kuza looked up at a doctor, frowning at his blue grey skin. It contrasted with his green eyes.

"What are you?" Kuza whispered. The doctor froze, his eyes wide.

"You can... talk?"

"Yes. Why wouldn't I be able to?"

"They said demons didn't have a high enough intelligence to speak."

"Are you gonna hurt me? I'm sorry if I did something bad I just... I wanted to live with my family."

"It's not that your hurt people it's that we're trying to survive." The doctor sighed.

"Oh. I didn't have a family till I found Ricky. Then Angelo found us and then we found Chris and he's Angelo's husband or something and we tried really hard to get here. You can be happy with us too." The doctor closed his eyes, looking away from Kuza. He shook his head grabbing a needle. "Please mister. I don't... Please don't hurt me!" Kuza cried, tears slipping down his cheeks. "Please!"

"I won't." The doctor whispered. "I didn't realize you could speak or-or that you had feelings. I'm sorry but I need to do this or they'll be suspicious. I'll get you out of here. I promise." Kuza whimpered as the doctor grabbed the tube connected to the needle in his arm. He injected something that quickly made him tired.

"What..."

"It's a very potent sleep medication. Don't talk. All of us think the same thing and if you talk before you pass out they'll try to kill you."  The man whispered in Kuza's ear. "Stay calm, don't cry or scream. Let the medicine work. Don't fight it." Kuza closed his eyes, trusting the strange looking human.

*ive decided to skip the exact details of Angelo because I'm a bitch like that and stuffs happened that you should be able to assume*

Angelo stared at the wall, tears falling down his cheeks. He wanted Chris to hold him, yet at the same time he didn't want to his lover to touch him. He was dirty. Angelo flinched as the door banged open and another woman walked in. He looked up at her with tears eyes.

"No. Please no." He begged through his sobs. He frowned as she knelt next to him.

"It's time for your bath." She stated.

"Bath?"

"We can't have you dirty." The woman sighed.

Angelo slowly stood up, blushing. "Can I have my clothes?"

"No." She snapped. "Now get up or I'll go grab someone and you won't like that." Angelo nodded, biting his lip as he slowly followed her to a bathroom. She started the water, waiting for it to fill. Angelo looked around the small room, picking up random objects.

"It's like a normal bathroom. Strange for a bunch of sadistic fucks who rape creatures." Angelo scoffed.

He gasped as the woman gripped his hair, forcing his head under the water. He struggled, choking as he tried to breath. He gasped for air once he was pulled above water. "You will shut the fuck up! The human race has to survive somehow."

"You're a mixed baby." Angelo chuckled. "I knew I smelt it. What is it? Elf?"

"Pixie."

"Hm. You're genes won't survive. They'll be pushed to the side. That angel baby is going to die. I'm a fallen, not a pure angel. It will rip that woman from the inside out and I can't wait till it does!" Angelo laughed, shaking his head. He frowned as a werewolf was shoved into the room.

"You deal with it. I'm tired." The woman grumbled.

"You're... not a pure bred." Angelo whispered.

"They want me to fuck you." The wolf whispered, looking at the ground. His brown hair falling in his face.

"What's your name?"

"Tony."

"Get it over with Tony. I'm tired and can't deal with shit anymore." He whispered.

"I won't hurt you."

"Then be gentle. It's better for you so you don't get hurt. I'm not a pure angel anymore. It doesn't matter." Angelo closed his eyes as he felt Tony kneel behind him.