Violentine One-Shots

Unequal

For as long as anyone could remember, there had always been supernatural creatures lurking the world. For as long as anyone could remember, humans always discriminated against supernatural creatures. Werewolves, put in cages. Vampires, put in coffins and buried underground. Mermaids, put inside of aquariums to be looked at on display. Wizards, thrown in jail cells to rot. Genies, had their lamps smashed. Ghosts, they got banished to hell. And fairies, they got their wings cut off.

Next came the "Normal Act" proposed by the government to rid of all supernatural creatures in order to "cleanse" our society. Many people voiced their opinions, and many went in favor of the act. Of course, there were government officials who would make a final decision, this wasn't something that was open to the public. The process of the vote was held on TV, and it lasted for five hours; it was all in an attempt to make the government seem as if they were considering both sides, but it was clear on how everyone felt on the vote.

Unsurprisingly, the act was passed. Many people began attacking supernaturals who were seen about, brutally beating to brutally murdering. What the act intended to do was increase the already existing segregation and move supernaturals to "farms". Essentially, the world had decided to repeat slavery. Everyone - humans - was happy and just moved on with their lives as if nothing bad happened to a huge portion of society.

Through all of this, the only thing I could think was "how lucky I am to be a human", but at the same time, I felt as if the supernaturals deserved this. They weren't normal, so why the hell should they be apart of our society. Tainting what was familiar and understood; they simply just didn't belong and were being put in their rightful place.

With my ways of thinking, I began working at the farms. Being a broke, discriminative college student meant that I needed money, and what better way to enjoy a job by making a group of people that I hated even more miserable than they already were. That's what this job was going to be for me. That's what is was always going to be for as long as I worked there, but fate had other plans. Maybe I started a war, or maybe it was them. Maybe it was bound to happen. Maybe there was an underground group of both supernaturals and humans already planning this. Who knows what was going on, but all I know is that one look into those honey eyes, then a glance at what was left of her bright blue wings, and I knew... these people needed help and deserved justice.

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"UGHHH!" I yelled out as my alarm went off, waking me up from my peaceful and enjoyable nap, "Stupid, fucking fables making me get up to go and put them in their place."

College had been exhausting me, and I needed to get as much sleep as I possibly could in between my work shifts and classes. It was 4:00 P.M., meaning that I would have an hour to get ready and drive to work. Luckily for me, it was a simple process. Throw my blonde hair into a bun to avoid it getting dirty, throw on a T-shirt and jeans, and then drive the thirty minutes to work.

I got dressed and walked out to my car and began the drive to work. It was only 4:15, so I would arrive early and with plenty of time to bug some of the supernaturals. On the drive there, I listened to the news radio station. What I heard brought a mixture of happiness and anger.

"Fifteen escaped supernaturals are sentenced to death today for illegally sneaking out of the farms," the female reporter drones on.

"Serves them right for trying to sneak out," I muttered as I parked. Walking in, I gave a prompt nod to my boss Lilly, who told me that there had been a new supernatural admitted that had been skipped over when they began getting locked up.