I grunt in pain as he pulls it free, my blood clinging to his black feathers.
They surround me, beating, kicking, and punching. Trying to break me, to beat me down. I try to remain on my feet, but there are too many bodies and too many attacks coming from all angles. I fall to my knees then to my side, still smiling even as one eye swells shut and one eardrum explodes so I can’t hear their taunts and insults.
My body tries to heal itself as it breaks and bleeds, but there is too much trauma, and as soon as it starts to heal me, they inflict the same injury again. It’s a never-ending circle of agony. Their faces contort in hate, true hate, as all that emotionlessness dissipates, and they become an army joined in their hatred for me.
The fallen, the mad one. I see their lips forming insults, and they fling them at me like their fists, their golden eyes glaring with angelic indignation.
It’s fucked up, but with each punch, each kick, each broken bone, and blood drop, I start to feel better...more human. As if I’m finally being punished for being born. The pain helps me feel like I can move on...like I’m more. Stronger, because I know now they can’t break my body. They simply can’t. I can survive whatever they throw my way. My madness swirls in my mind, making me laugh even as they crack my ribs.
I will heal.
Get Dawn.
Kill them all.
I repeat it again and again as my eyes blacken and my madness cries at me to get up, to rip them to pieces, and wear their blood like a badge of honour. I can’t see or hear now, and my blood burns with madness and pain. My body is one big wound, every bone is broken, and every organ is bleeding. I should be dead, but my body won’t allow it.
They know it, and it only infuriates them more. I can’t even die properly. Eventually the attacks stop and they leave me on the floor, like trash. I let my mind wander as I feel my body start to heal, my muscles stitching back together, my bones mending and popping. It’s sluggish, since there are so many injuries, and it takes a while. While I wait, I think of Dawn, and the way her blonde hair would fall into her face, that little smile she used to give me that told me she knew something I didn’t. That utter trust she had in me even when I didn’t trust myself. She was always so strong, knowing what she wanted and unashamed to act on her thoughts.
Even that night in the basement when I was vile to her, she simply laughed. Or the night I dropped her from the sky, testing her, she had accepted it, trusting me more than anyone else ever had. To her I wasn’t nothing, not an experiment, not a mistake or trash...I was hers. She wanted me.
I still tested her, touching her and expecting her to cringe away, but instead I found the truth in her body—she really did want me. And when she looked at me, those eyes filled with need and kindness, I knew. I knew I would never leave her side, I would change fate, and not let the past dictate my future. I won’t lose her like I lost my mother, I’ll fight death itself to claim her back.
She is mine.
I can’t wait to watch her grow in this world, to see the true power she has hiding in that tiny, curvy body explode out and rain down on these fucked up people. They will regret taking her, she will make sure of it, and I’ll be by her side watching as she kills them.
Imagining her eyes black, her body covered in blood, has me hard. It’s a strange fucking time to be sporting an erection, but that’s just another factor with my mate. I want her all the time, but when I see her fighting? When I see her covered in blood and power? I want to grab her, throw her onto the nearest surface, and bury myself in her sweet little pussy as she screams my name and fights me.
My eyes pop, making me grunt, and then they open. They ache and the light is bright, causing me to wince as I flip over and get to my knees before pushing to my feet. I waver for a moment before blowing out