Post by Claw on Jul 27, 2012 16:53:33 GMT -5
It had been three days now, three days she's been in here. When they brought her here and let her out of the car, she had fought. With her hands behind her back she couldn't do much, but she kicked and bit. Claw kicked someone in the chest, breaking it's ribs and causing it to spit up blood, she bit another in the skull, tearing out a good chunk of it's head. Another she kicked in the mouth, break most, if not all of it's teeth, and she bit one more's hand off when it tried to taser her. That's when she felt a strong electrical current run down her back, and she fell to the ground, withering and twitching. She kicked at their feet, breaking some legs and ankles when she got tasered again and passed out.
When she woke up, she counted it the start of the first day, she was in her cell with very high security. They didn't put her with the other monsters because they thought it wasn't secure enough there. There were several guards stationed around it, and her whole body hurt like hell. There were some pricks in her arm, which she later discovered is where they had taken her blood because she saw some policemen reading the news paper, it was about her. They said they'd found my blood at some crime scenes, one was the church woman, the other was that fat policeman. She wasn't handcuffed anymore, and she was still wearing her same clothes, black t-shirt and tattered jeans, but she still couldn't move her wings. They gave her food through a little compartment thing in the cell, which was usually dry and tasteless. Her eyes were red and she was always in attack position, claws out, teeth bared, snarling. She wanted to hunt then, but mostly out of anger, and not out of need.
On the second day, one of the people guards giving her food made the mistake of putting it's hand to far in, and she bit down on one of it's fingers, taking her time before she took it off, she wanted to hunt so bad, and she needed to savor this moment as a moment of a hunt. Police started shouting and freaking out and started firing their guns at her, most of them missed, but one hit her in the arm and that's when she bit it off. She threw it on the ground and stomped on it, ignoring her bleeding arm. She wanted to make sure that they never reattached it. After that they took a little more precaution around her, which seemed impossible after how they treated her before, until now. They were scared of her, and she loved it. She hissed whenever one of them came by and bared her teeth, and that made them even more scared. They tried to cover it up by glaring at her and saying stuff she didn't even pay attention to, but she could smell it, and see it in their eyes. She knew she had to get the bullet out though, and couldn't let it stay in there, so she bit down on one of the sheets and dug her claws into the wound, she groaned and bit down harder, but she eventually got to it and slowly, painstakingly, pulled it out. Blood started gushing down her arm and into a pool around her, she threw the bullet at one of the guards, hitting him in the back of the knee. She laughed at him, eyes burning, that helped her need a little, but not much.
Now, it was the third day, she hadn't stopped bleeding yet, but she took the scraps of her sheet, which were already torn up, and tied it tightly around her arm, and that helped a little. She felt the need to hunt now like never before, that was all she could think about, it filled and clouded her mind, everything that moved she wanted to kill, anything that came near she stuck her claws through, she attacked her food like it was still alive and ate it up as fast as she could. She growled until her throat hurt, and kept growling after. her eyes were always red and her claws were always out. Her tail wouldn't stop moving. She hissed at anything, everything, that moved. She wanted to kill them all, but she couldn't she was caught.
When she woke up, she counted it the start of the first day, she was in her cell with very high security. They didn't put her with the other monsters because they thought it wasn't secure enough there. There were several guards stationed around it, and her whole body hurt like hell. There were some pricks in her arm, which she later discovered is where they had taken her blood because she saw some policemen reading the news paper, it was about her. They said they'd found my blood at some crime scenes, one was the church woman, the other was that fat policeman. She wasn't handcuffed anymore, and she was still wearing her same clothes, black t-shirt and tattered jeans, but she still couldn't move her wings. They gave her food through a little compartment thing in the cell, which was usually dry and tasteless. Her eyes were red and she was always in attack position, claws out, teeth bared, snarling. She wanted to hunt then, but mostly out of anger, and not out of need.
On the second day, one of the people guards giving her food made the mistake of putting it's hand to far in, and she bit down on one of it's fingers, taking her time before she took it off, she wanted to hunt so bad, and she needed to savor this moment as a moment of a hunt. Police started shouting and freaking out and started firing their guns at her, most of them missed, but one hit her in the arm and that's when she bit it off. She threw it on the ground and stomped on it, ignoring her bleeding arm. She wanted to make sure that they never reattached it. After that they took a little more precaution around her, which seemed impossible after how they treated her before, until now. They were scared of her, and she loved it. She hissed whenever one of them came by and bared her teeth, and that made them even more scared. They tried to cover it up by glaring at her and saying stuff she didn't even pay attention to, but she could smell it, and see it in their eyes. She knew she had to get the bullet out though, and couldn't let it stay in there, so she bit down on one of the sheets and dug her claws into the wound, she groaned and bit down harder, but she eventually got to it and slowly, painstakingly, pulled it out. Blood started gushing down her arm and into a pool around her, she threw the bullet at one of the guards, hitting him in the back of the knee. She laughed at him, eyes burning, that helped her need a little, but not much.
Now, it was the third day, she hadn't stopped bleeding yet, but she took the scraps of her sheet, which were already torn up, and tied it tightly around her arm, and that helped a little. She felt the need to hunt now like never before, that was all she could think about, it filled and clouded her mind, everything that moved she wanted to kill, anything that came near she stuck her claws through, she attacked her food like it was still alive and ate it up as fast as she could. She growled until her throat hurt, and kept growling after. her eyes were always red and her claws were always out. Her tail wouldn't stop moving. She hissed at anything, everything, that moved. She wanted to kill them all, but she couldn't she was caught.