Abducted

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I have to run faster, I thought to myself, my chest in pain from my ragged breathing and pounding heart. My legs were sore, aching from all of the running I had been doing. I needed a break, to calm down and relax, but that would be an impossible feat. Not while there were guns and other weapons aimed at me. For fuck's sake... I really fucking hope that nobody has been captured yet... That thought ended with a loud curse, a sharp pain shooting through my shoulder. My hand instantly launched up to cover the bullet wound, feeling the warm, stickiness of my mutant, candy red blood pool up under my gray palm. Trying to hide the color of my blood wouldn't matter, at least not right now. Right now, all that mattered was running and hiding. Fighting wasn't an option. I would know.

I couldn't make even the smallest scratch on those... those... things with my sharpest sickle.

Those things... They weren't Trolls, I'm telling you. They were large in stature, made and bred for battle. They weren't stupid, despite being brutes. They were fucking intelligent. I don't mean Troll Albert Einstein smart, I mean fucking smarter than him. They where large, their skin scaled like a lizard's, all of them varying in color. They were all pale colored, indicating that their blood color was a pale color as well. They all had a permanent sneer about them, baring their yellowed, jagged teeth. Carnivores, I thought grimly. Their teeth indicate that they are carnivores. To rip and tear flesh from bone...

"Iyn dlmh ayjy, wkddt afjwyx Njfqq (Come back here, nubby horned Troll)," sneered the brute that had put the bullet through my shoulder. His voice was rough like sandpaper, and the language he spoke was thick and throaty. If I had to guess, he had two tongues behind those teeth that pulled off the sounds needed for the language. "Tfk alsy mlwxt jyx dqffx. Ry wyyx tfk  ofj tfkj mlwxt jyx dqffx, wkddt afjwyx Njfqq (You have candy red blood. We need you for your candy red blood, nubby horned Troll)."

If I had only known what he had said back then. "Fuck you!"

Before I could take the next step, I was suddenly on the ground, a heavy weight on top of my back, pinning me down. A clawed hand tangled its fingers into my messy, black hair, gripping the locks tightly and roughly. "Tfk rcqq qyljw tfkj uqlmy, jyx dqffxyx iluncsy. Pkgn lg tfkj oknkjy iynulwcyw (You will learn your place, red blooded captive. Just as your future companion did)," he sneered above me. I still had no idea what he said, struggling in his grasp.

"Let me go, you blubbering fuckass!" I growled.

He ignored me, lifting me up by my hair, which, trust me, fucking hurt. I screamed and barked orders at him to let me go, to put me down. He ignored me, however, so all of my screaming and barking was in vain. It wasn't until I began to feel ever so slightly light headed that I remembered the wound that the lizard-like bastard had given me. I glanced down, panting. I could see my candy red blood staining and soaking my black sweater, glazing over my gray caste symbol. I thought I had known why he had kept me alive and why he was carrying me around like a trophy.  I thought that he was showing off my mutant blood to all Trolls who could see.

However, I soon learned how wrong I was.

He was only carrying me in a way that was fit of a soldier.

Well, one that was showing mercy to his prisoner, even if it really wasn't mercy in my eyes.

I still struggled, though. I didn't like being carried around like some ill behaved, four legged beast. Then, I heard a familiar voice off in the distance, followed by another.

"Karkitty!"

"Nepeta, you musn't leave my side!"

"H-hey! Let go of me!"