Generation Fur

Chapter 2

I woke up in my room, alone thankfully, and then I noticed the pain. Indescribable pain that ravaged along the entirety of my arms, back, sides, chest, everywhere really, and I involuntarily let out a hiss of pain.

Either someone heard me or they were just coming in to check on me or something, but a soldier suddenly came into the room and stopped, looking at me with surprise. What in the world could they possibly be surprised about? It wasn't like I had changed or anything. I lifted up my shirt as they left and yelled down the hall for someone to run and get the commander. I gasped as I saw them, all one hundred bite marks, only around forty-eight of them lined my sides, going halfway down my chest, and more than likely halfway across my back as well. I pulled up my sleeves to see the same thing, but it didn't look like bite marks as much as it did dots all the way up, down, and around my arms.

I sat up and checked my back with my hands to find out that they didn't even bother trying to patch me up and the scabs were jagged reminders of what a whip does to the skin. I heard the door open once again and the same commander I saw last time stepped into the room. I tried to leap off of the bed to get into a salute, but the second my feet touched the carpet I crumpled to the ground.

The commander sighed and came over, picked me up, and set me on the bed. Set me on the bed.

What?!

I couldn't speak, I couldn't think, why wasn't he rough with me? Why, well how was I even alive still? I felt an unsettling feeling in my stomach, but I just brushed it away, it wasn't as bad as the pain from my other wounds. I looked at the commander in shock and slight fear, I didn't understand what I did to deserve such nice treatment.

"So you're probably wondering why I am treating you better now?" he said and I just continued to stare at him, shocked. "I was wrong about you, you're much stronger than I realized. You're probably stronger than most of the other Furs from what I've seen, and I am going to start to give you a chance. If you screw this up you are done, and I will kill you myself, understand."

I nodded and tried to speak, but I couldn't for some reason, I touched my neck gingerly and found a bandage around it. I tried to take it off to feel what was underneath the bandage and regretted it immediately. It instantly felt like my neck was being ripped apart by talons. I looked at him for an explanation, and found him looking at my neck grimly.

"The four that I let torture you went a little further than instructed" he said and I gaped at him, and tried to speak again, but remembered that I physically couldn't. I gripped my neck lightly and looked at him cautiously. He walked to the foot of the bed and looked out the window, not able to look at me for some reason.

"No, the damage that they did is permanent" he said and everything flushed into the darkness of despair. I looked out the ceiling in despair, a tear escaping my eyes before I have the chance to even try to hold them back. I heard the door and I knew that the commander was about to leave.

"I am going to be putting you back into training with the others in three weeks" he said, and then added, "this way the others won't be able to use an excuse to beat you as severely. Use this time to recover, but don't fall behind."

And with that he stepped out of the room, and I was swallowed in my sorrows, thinking about the thing that I had neglected to use for eighteen years of my life. I would never speak again.

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The next three weeks went by fast: my injuries were healing faster than they should've as a regular human, but I dismissed it as a part of their advanced technologies, the commander dropped by about once a week, I was made to get out of bed every day twice a day to keep my muscles strong and used, and by the time I was able to walk out of the Fur hospital on my own, all I saw were the pity or horror filled faces of the Furs that I passed as they saw my injuries.