The Life of a Hybrid

Chapter 3-Bloodstained Hands

WARNING: THIS SECTION OF THE CHAPTER CONTAINS LANGUAGE AND VIOLENCE AND STRONG GORE

"Fight you bastard!" The man ordered the girl. The girl remained on her knees on the blood-stained floor. She didn't want to fight. She was crying a little. "Get up and fight goddamn it!" The girl refused to do as she was told. The man came to her, then kicked her in the side.

Hard.

She doubled over, falling onto her opposite side and crying out in pain.

"I won't kill him!" She said, her pride and confidence shining.

"You forget your place," the man said, coming to her, then kicking the side of her head.

Her vision exploded with stars, as she cried again in pain. She reluctantly stood after that, looking at the tortured, beaten boy that was chained to the wall in front of her.

"I...can't..." Said the girl weakly, her knees trembling at the thought of what she was ordered to do. Her captor hit her upside the head with the knife he was holding, as she winced, blood streaming from her scalp.

"Do it," the man ordered once more, and she swallowed her pride. She went over to the trembling, blindfolded boy, and placed the knife against his neck, grabbing him by his hair and leaning his neck back. The boy screamed in pain as she exposed his neck, and she knew she was leaning it too far and his muscles were crying in protest to her actions. She swallowed her tears, and swung the knife down, severing the boy's head from his neck as his trembling ceased and his body fell limp against the wall. She dropped the head of the boy, fighting every instinct to crawl away into a corner and cry. The man yanked the knife from her hands, cutting her palms in the process. But she didn't care. She just let her arms fall to the floor, and stared at the dead, blood -covered, and now-headless boy.

"Well done child," the mans voice rang in her ears. "Your training has begun."

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I had been awake for hours, working on my latest project, a picture of a beautiful princess, while Ren and Snowfall sitting by my desk.

"Ayama," I heard Ren's deep voice, and I looked up from my work.

"Yea?" I said, picking him up and fluffing his fur as I smiled, leaning back in my chair.

"Aoba is awake," he said. "I must return now." I nodded, setting him down on the floor. He stopped at the doorway, then turned back to me after a few seconds. "Aoba is also calling for you."

"Okay, tell him all be over in just a second." He nodded, scampering off as I turned off my desk lamp and put away my pencils. I helped Snowfall to the ground, then pulled a sweatshirt over my tank top. I was wearing sweatpants, so I just opened my door and made my way down the hall to Aoba's room. I knocked softly on the door. He opened it, his hair unkempt as I smiled and he smiled back sleepily, his vibrant yellow gaze warm and comforting.

"You needed to see me?" I said and he nodded, inviting me into his room. I went in and sat down on his bed as he worked on his hair. He suddenly clicked his tongue in pain as he brushed it, and I felt a pang of sympathy in my heart for him.

I had never known why, but he had feeling in his hair. And it was very sensitive, which is why it was so long. He was afraid of how much it would hurt if he cut it. And I don't blame him.

"Here," I said, reaching for the brush he was using. "Let me help you." He handed over the brush as I moved and sat behind him, my legs crossed as I softly caressed the long blue strands. He tensed a little, then relaxed again.