actually make some friends here.
When I quietly got into the line, I sighed in relief.
Thank goodn—
"Who said you could sigh on me like that? Did I ask for you to breathe when you're in my space, bitch?"
You've got to be fucking kidding me!
I lifted my eyes to the tall woman before me; her bulky frame, wide chest, and plump arms made me wonder what she was.
My mouth moved before I could stop it.
"What kind of supernatural are you? A gorilla?" I earnestly questioned. "And It's not my fault I was in your personal space. It's not like I can take five steps back when we're all waiting for food."
A familiar hysterical giggle had us turning our head toward Bunny.
"She called you a gorilla! Heehee. Hey, Oompa Loompa!"
"You wanna fucking die?" the big woman yelled, her voice booming around us and making my ears ring.
"Jeez. What are you? Queen Kong?! We're right here. Don't need to try and shatter this underground prison and kill all of us."
"Can you two either move forward or kill one another so we can get food before time runs out?" a woman with cat ears yelled. "Take your fight to the hall."
"Oh, I'm not fighting." I raised my hands defensively. "We can all just be friends for all I care. All I want is some breakfast, but someone decided my sigh was too close to her person— AH!"
Instinct told me to duck, which just saved my head from being crushed by a swinging arm.
"SUPERNATURAL CATFIGHT!" Bunny cheered, catching everyone's attention but mine as I moved out of the line to avoid another arm swing.
"I don't want to fight! Why the fuck are you swinging at me like a damn log?" I shouted, staring at the woman who towered over me now.
Actually, she was growing!
She grew in five-inch bursts until she was at the ceiling, beige fur descending down her arms. With the snapping of thread, her orange vest and blue pants shredded apart.
I had to look way up to see her glaring eyes, the animalistic characteristics kicking into full swing as she roared loud enough to shake the entire floor.
I expected guards to be here any second, peering around me to see if there was even an escape route. What registered was that the entrance and exit were locked down, with many prisoners pressed against the wall to try and be as far away as they could from this brewing fight.
I locked onto a woman who remained at a single table. My eyes wouldn't have stopped if not for her hair, an unusual mix of purple, black, and blue.
She wore black tights and a black tank top, and her long matte black nails gave her a gothic look in a prison full of orange jumpsuits and vests like the one I wore.
Her expression seemed far away, her purple eyes staring ahead, her food untouched but still steaming hot.
I couldn't tell if she was Caucasian or Asian, though her koi tattoo reminded me of Japanese culture. It was detailed in black ink, but as I squinted my eyes to view the depth of detail, I could swear a dragon was beneath the inked illusion.
Who is she?
"DON'T IGNORE ME!" The mangled words were mixed with a massive roar, and I shot my head back to my enemy, but I was far too late. Her massive arm made contact with my left ribs, sending me flying.
I bit my lip hard, not because my urge to scream was strong, but because the piercing pain as something cracked internally made me want to vomit mid-air.
The direction I was heading was right where I'd been looking — straight at the woman staring into space.
Bracing for impact, I expected to crash and get knocked right out of my body and straight to the afterlife, but my body suddenly halted mid-air, giving me whiplash.
"Fuck. Ow..." I opened my eyes to find the guards calling for reinforcements.
My gaze lowered to the woman who'd been in a trance, who was standing below me.
Her purple-and-magenta eyes radiated malice. She looked unamused, and the straight line of her glossy pink lips only deepened when her eyes rose to meet mine.
She soooo doesn't like me. I am fucked.
I was literally floating above the table where she'd been sitting, her food still untouched and intact. From the pale expressions of literally half the prisoners and guards, this had to be something this woman did not do.
At all.
"MOVE!" the gorilla woman roared and began to stampede our way. I was moved