The Life of a Hybrid

Chapter 2-Calling All The Monsters

WARNING: THIS CONTAINS SOME GRAPHIC TOPICS SUCH AS VIOLENCE AND GORE. ALSO, THERE IS SOME LANGUAGE IN THIS SEQUENCE. IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH THESE TOPICS, THEN PLEASE SKIP THIS FIRST SEQUENCE OF THE STORY. THANK YOU!!

All she could see was blood, and bodies, most of them hanging from the ceiling above me. She was terrified. No, she was fucking panicking. She couldn't run, she couldn't escape, she couldn't even move any limb or muscle in her body. Tears stained her pale, blood-spattered cheeks as she struggled to get ahold of herself. But alas, her efforts were futile, only leading her to panic further. She collapsed to the floor on her side, swirls of emotions fluttered through her head, the forces only sending her higher and higher, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.

Guilt.

Regret.

Fear.

Hatred.

Rage.

Malice.

"Shit...!" Her hoarse voice left her chapped, blood-stained lips.

All of the emotions and desires were taking over the girl's body and heart and crushing them beneath the weight of her predicament. But she knew full well what was happening to her.

She was being changed.

It was time.

Her chains creaked and groaned as a low, guttural growl left her throat, glaring at the man in front of her. Her torturer. Her kidnapper.

Her master...

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I shot awake, tears staining my cheeks as I sat up and held my head. My heart was beating so rapidly I thought it might explode within my chest. I rubbed my eyes and struggled to clean my cheeks, pulling up my coil. I had downloaded an app on it that began to record every time it heard a noise, like me snoring or me talking. I opened the recording, and I heard screaming. And it wasn't screams of fear, it was mostly screams of pain.

I had PTSD. It was from an "accident" that happened when I was a child. It's a long story, but that's what this book is about, right?

Admin: Get on with it Ayama...

Right...sorry...

I got out of bed as quickly as I could, checking Snowfall to be sure she was still in sleep mode. I heard shuffling from down the hall, and I knew Aoba had heard my screams and had come to check on me. I quickly pulled my extra long cardigan over my black tank top and short black track shorts, pulling it around the front of my body so I was appropriately covered when he came knocking on my door. I opened the door, meeting his golden gaze as he looked at me with worry, his blue hair ruffled and messed up, with his arms folded across his chest as he yawned.

"Are you alright?" He asked softly. "You were screaming again." I nodded.

"I'm fine..." I said softly, rubbing my eyes. "Just a nightmare."

"Another trigger?" He asked as I nodded back sheepishly. He motioned for me to follow him. I followed him back to his room, and he pulled me down onto his bed, pulling me into a warm embrace, him on his back and my head on his chest. I took in a deep breath, breathing in his familiar scent. He would always protect me, and I admired him for his protective nature. I closed my eyes and fell asleep once more to the rhythmic sound of his breathing, content and happy.