Story Shots!

Show me what you can do

He was pissed. pissed, utterly and extremely pissed. Grabbing one of the basses from the stands he grabbed the neck of it firmly like a hammer and crashed it to the ground before falling to his knees and crying.

This.

This was such a usual for Ash. Get pissed, break something he loved, cry about it then get happy and try to fix it which in the end he never did end up fixing it cause was to busy thinking about what it would be like if his parents found him.

Parents ... YEAH RIGHT! if they really ever loved him then he wouldn't be in this fucking hell hole..

Wiping away the tears and sitting in the middle of broken guitar shreds he heard the door to his room unlock. "Ash.. did you get mad again?" a sickly sweet voice said. Ash looked behind him to see the nurse staring at him with fake concern. "No no I'm fine!" he said flashing her a fake warm smile. the nurse hesitated but nodded. "well lunch is ready and were having soul sautée! I know it's your favourite!"

Standing ash followed her down to the mess hall were all the other hydrides sat, enjoying there meals. Ash quietly toke a seat next to victor who was a angel and grim hybrid. "hello ash. how are you today?" victor asked him quietly his lush brown curled bouncing slightly when he looked at him. "good good. and you victor?" ash asked back as he started to eat. "a little gloomy a little sad.. always hollow"

Ash sighed as he looked around the mess hall. if people didn't know that these creatures were suffering hybrids they would think we were all crazies with wings and horns. finishing his food quickly he looked at the time. 1:28... his phyrapist would be seeing him soon. Getting up and putting the dishes in the right carts he started making his way to the phyrapist rooms.

He hated phyarapy and ever singly time he got into that room his depressive side always toke over no matter what. "no need to look so glum today ash!" Dr.Owlen started with his usual way to cheerful face. "were going to the viewing room today!" He felt his world shatter around him. The viewing room was a completely white room with a big black one way mirror where people could view a hybrid before they toke them. or .. "adopted them". Lots of the time perverts came to buy them, used us like toys then left us for dead.

Shivering in utter fear Dr.owlen had to half pull half drag ash to the viewing room. Ash could have sworn he saw someone covered in red .. a lady? she some guy wearing a suit enter the other half if the viewing room but ash was too busy screeching for help to really take notice.

Once he was shoved into the room ,with the help of 3 other doctors, ash toke timid steps around the room. it was so ....white. So ... void.

They say white is a calming colour. but no. white was the colour of insanity. Ash felt an urge to cry, but pushed it back with all his power. This was a viewing room. And he wasn't About to appear weak.

Feeling suddenly angry again he ran up to the large black one way mirror and banged against it before pressing his nose against the glass, snarling menacingly. "Can ya hear me?" he asked to the glass waiting for some response. After a minuet or 2 he banged against the glass again this time his wings spreading out in impressive show. "SAID, CAN YA HEAR ME?"

"Yes, yes we can." Said a voice back causing ash to smirk triumphaly. tucking his wings back he backed away from the mirror a bit and sat on the ground. "SO, YA GANNA BUY ME OR DO YA WANT ME TO SHOW YOU WHAT I CAN DO?" He yelled out.

This time the voice seemed hesitant to reply and he noticed that it was a different voice. This one sounded more male then the last. "I would be interested to see what you can do. Or if you have any hidden spikes?" Ash nodded. "WELL I CAN CLIMB ANYTHING REALLY" He yelled before digging his claws into the wall and kicking off his shoes. He looked like a squirrel as he climbed at the wall and easily went across it upside down before dropping to the ground on his feet. "IM PRETTY GOOD AS CONTROLLING MY SMOKE" he then yelled as a black smoke formed around him. With a twitch if his hand the smoke curled and rose. "ABOUT SPIKES.." Turning around and stretching his wings out. He grunted slightly as he felt his back spike break the skin and smaller ones extend from wings. While his fangs pushed out from his gums. "IM FULL OF THEM." he chuckled.