Incongnito

Chapter 6- Demanding Truth

I looked up at the wall in front of us. It was way shorter than ours.

"How do we get over it?" I asked looking at Vasto who was now breathing heavily on the side. It took a while to get here, you could faintly see the sunrise. I also fell asleep for a bit on his back.

"Just... Lett ma.." He said trying to say through heavy breath, I sat down and waited for him to catch his breath.

"Sorry, uhm there's still a few delinquents in here so be careful." He said after a few minutes and tore off a piece of paper that was stuck onto the wall. There was a large piece of the wall broken open. I followed him in, I quickly turned into my human form to see better. It basically looked like an artificial city. On the side of one of the buildings Bat-like torment hanging down, their eyes facing me with big pupils. On the two sides of the opening are stood a Vulture type Torment, their heads deep in their feathered necks. We walked down the metal road, marble buildings all around. You could faintly hear the sound of a moving train in the distance. I wouldn't have guessed it but this place is beautiful. I looked around mesmerized at the scenery.

"This so cool!" I said, utterly captivated. I found futuristic things so amazing, way better than the traditional things we have now.

"Took a while but now we're here. A crappy hole leading to an overpopulated city." Vasto said slumping his head below his shoulders. Obviously, he was more tired than he was showing. I smiled happily seeing multiple types of Torment walking, living even eating like humans. This is like a way more dangerous Zootopia.

"Who's he?"I heard a woman say, it wasn't a torment I must say. I looked over at where the voice came from. It was like a glass pen with a few people inside.

"Are they like tourists that you captured and are on show now?" I asked Vasto ruffling my hair freely.

"Who are you? You seem human, why aren't you here in with us?" Some very agitated guy yelled, possibly drunk. My happy expression disappeared a little as I watched him.

"Am I allowed to kill him?" I asked Vasto, he sat down and watched me.

"You're da King." He bowed his head. There I lost all of my expression. I looked away from both. There was a stinging feeling in the back of my abdomen. Makes me think that this king is rather clingy and needy. I mean just poking me slightly, maybe it was the atmosphere, maybe it was the cold feeling that I'm accepting this too easily. Maybe it was him twisting my mind into agreeing so easily. Or maybe the thought that I might actually just agreeing willingly and I may actually not really know it. I bit my lower lip, not really feeling that bloodlust anymore. I walked away scratching my arm. There came murmurs from the humans.They were like needles piercing my ears, I turned into my fox form and ran away as quick as I could, letting my mask slide onto smoothly onto my face. It was cut in half but surprisingly enough it wasn't regenerating.

"Lucius stop!" Icarey yelled at the dark red fox running into the direction of the disappearing shapeshifter.

"No. I can't!" He continued running none the less. Determined to follow them.

"You need to stop!" Icarey was no change up against running to his pace. Lucius looked back at him.

"That's my son! I can't let him become a living monster because of that damn creature!" Lucius yelled with the loudest tone of speech.

"He's already a monster! You can't take away a king from its people!" Icarey spilled out, Jeremy won't hear it now. Lucius stumbled and fell into the sand. Icarey doesn't lie.

"Anyways we can't get into that place, I've been there," Icarey said getting a little closer to him.

"Also WE have two G types that we have to deal with," Icarey yelled putting his paw on his back. Lucius stood up, a single tear ran down his face as he looked at Icarey. He knew he'd get everything he wanted will come soon enough and also he needs to do it quickly to get answers quicker. They both ran back trying to go at their fastest. After an hour and a half, the Torment's corpses laid on the sand.