The Moon Rises

Chapter 1

They come in droves.

They fill the tiny, miserable room.

To see the creature that stands before them, standing, shackled to the wall. 

They gasp, they point, they marvel.

They gasp at my glowing, lifeless eyes, ones that have seen too much, and tell too little.

They point at my scars that trace the hard angles of my face, the claws that scrape against the ground, red splatters imbedded in the abominations that they are, leaving them to suspect the worst.

They marvel at my wings, still somewhat attached, fluttering, torn feathers flexing painfully, slowly against the wind of the whispers that flood the room.

Poor thing, the kind ones mutter.

Killer, freak, should have killed it when they had the chance, the ones who glare under shadowed lids and laugh cruelly when I flinch away from shadows mumble.

Little children grab for my claws, shrieking when I snarl at them, great, pointed canines showing from my lips.

It was time.

My wings spread and my eyes glow brightly as I pin them where they stand, filling them with memories that scarred me, and will scar them. Rightly so.

I flex my arms, breaking the chains that had held me for so long. The now useless pieces of rusted metal hit the stone floor with a clink. I make my way to the cell door, and rip it off its hinges. I pause before leaving the damp place that my capturers called my home. A malicious smile curls around my ruined face, as I turn and pick up a piece of rusted metal, weighing it.

Maybe not so useless after all.