The Bronki People(on hold)

Chapter 3

It was a Thursday the first times you come into see me, if you can call it that, you can tell you weren’t the same as the rest they would get to it as soon as the door closed but you, no you just stool by the door for what seemed like hours then slowly started to creep your way to the corner furthest away from me where a rocking chair was placed when my uncle was more of a recent visitor and just wanted to watch me squeal under his stair.

You sat in that chair every time you came into the room, it was your routine, you might not think that him just sitting there and watching you is that bad but it really is when you’re me and are able to read every little thought that he summoned into his mind sometimes not able to stop them invading your head... that scared me the most.

You were like me a Bronki but not at the same time you didn’t look like us you were what I have been told a Antibron (anti br on) also known as anti, they are a evolved version of us well you could say that but I think that they are just the evil version of us always using their powers to help themselves not others and the thing is they don’t look like us they look like humans but can still have the attributes of an animal using them at their will. They walked away from the Bronki and started their own colonies multiplying and if any Bronki were born into their home then they were beaten to death or kicked out to fend for themselves they are cruel and don’t deserve to be alive, then there is him... he left the anti, well he likes to think he left them but truth be told he was kicked out, he was to powerful for their liking and tried to be the leader, he belongs nowhere now.

I heard my uncle call him Victor once that’s what I called him from then on, he liked that I knew him by name; I think it’s strange really but anyone who loved to violate little children is awful anyway.

I was trapped for seven years with my uncle; thousands of people came through my door, men and woman, torturing me with experiments, knifes and much more including claws from Victor, his animal was a lion so to speak he had the claws heightened senses and fangs which he loved to put them to use on me covering my body in thousands of scars which I would love to make disappear especially the four jiggered lines going from the top left of my face to the bottom right form when I was eight and thought I could try and stop Victor for the hundredth time from killing me more than what he already has.

My back was the worst, not one millimetre which didn’t have his mark covering; it was something which he enjoyed the most Victor causing me physical pain although he did a lot of mental damage which still effects me now over two thousand years later.

Over the years I lost myself I didn’t show any emotion and if something heart I didn’t care I just let it be that way all I wanted was my life to end I when I was six that was when I stared to try and kill myself slitting my throat and wrists with my claws repeatedly banging my head against the corner of the wooden bed but no it never worked because I stupidly can’t die... I wish I could even now

I still try and find a way for my life to be over but it never works... never.

The day I escaped was the best day of my life I could finally stop being touched by others and be my own person even though I wanted to die at least I could in peace... I was eleven when I saved my strength to finally escape form a life time of being tied up (only in rope though easily escapable) I saved myself I knew no one was even looking to save me, no one  even knew I existed other than the people who paid to do what they wanted to do to me.

Midday, one old man just left and it’s time for my uncle to come in for his weekly ‘fun’ this was when I was going to escape I cut my rope so it only looks like I am tied up, when the door slammed against the wall you didn’t need to be an expert to know that he was angry about something strait away he climbed onto the bed and before he could do anything else I extended my claws and fangs.

I did everything that I could starting with a knee to a place that shouldn’t be touched, the clambering away from him I them pounced back clawing his skin and bighting his neck until his body when limp, lifeless, dead... wiping the blood of my face I ran out the room strait into another man, he was drunk, going to his neck in an instant he was on the floor another dead, this continued throughout the house until I was the last one alive.

Going back upstairs I cleaned the blood of my fur in the bathroom shower, not long after I was out of the shower and shacked myself dry I was hunting around the house looking to what I could use to keep me alive in the future until I found a way for me to kill myself, just when I found my uncles safe I heard the sirens wailing in the distance  they were heading this way and fast, breaking the door of the safe (it was cheep) I grabbed everything in it and shoved it in a blue backpack I found by the foot of what I think was my uncles bed, zipping up the bag I shoved it on my back and ran downstairs and through the back door.

Stepping outside for the first time was like a dream come true finally having the wind blow my fur in different directions it was amazing but I couldn’t stay there for long I knew I would be caught if I did at least I was now free and no one was going to capture me again.

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Picture of Victor at the side

Bit more about her life there

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