Prologue
* So this is my first ever story that I'm sharing with anyone. Any feed back is much appreciated just keep in respectful please. I will try and update every Saturday. Other then that enjoy the story and thanks for reading.*
** So I had created this story months ago but then a lot of personal issues started coming up and I wasn’t able to continue it. Recently things have started to slow and I’ve gotten a few messages asking if i will continue this story. After thinking about it a lot I realize I do want to but I’ve made some changes. I’m taking down all the old chapters (mind you there’s only two) and changing it some. Tho the plot will somewhat remain the same there are some details that will be changed. I hope to be able to contiue this story and would love you opinions on if i even should or shouldn’t. Well without anymore rambling from me here’s the new and improved Prologue.**
*** Oh and if you see any mistake please feel free to point them out in a polite manner. I give a quick read over edit and don’t catch everything.***
The room is dark and smells of rotting flesh. The walls drip with the dark red copper smelling substance. Screams can be heard from the other side of the walls. The room so cold you can see your breath as you exhale. The roomed is lined with multiple 6 x 6 cells. each one containing a terrified person ranging is ages.
It’s not until the last cell that you see her. Chained to the wall by her neck and ankles lay 8 year old Jayla. She’s among the youngest and the most broken. She’s curled up into a tight fetal position as much as her bruised and battered body will allow her. The wounds on her back still fresh and screaming out in agony. Her stomach rumpling loudly begging for something, anything to quench the hunger. She hasn’t eaten in days and the hunger is starting to hurt worse than the bleeding flesh.
She whimpers as she hears the growls and snarls as bodies slam together upstairs, not knowing what’s going on. She tried to cover her ears to block the sounds and squeezes her eyes shut wishing more than anything that she was somewhere other then here. It’s the only place she’s ever known.
Locked in that cage since she was a mere baby. She use to have a woman in there with her to help take care of her, but once she turned 2 the woman was taken away in the middle of the night and she never saw her again.
After that is when the beating started. Whenever she cried or acted afraid she was beaten. Whenever she didn’t do what they told her she was tied to the whipping pole for all to see and they whipped her with a leather whip dipped in silver, forever cursed to bear the scars as a reminder that she should always follow her orders.
She tried to act brave in their presence, like she was suppose to. “Never show fear, never back down and never hesitate.” That was what was filled into her head daily. The horrors she has witnessed. Things that no child should ever have to see or do.
But, when she was alone, she let the fear consume her. She let herself feel everything they taught her not to feel, because in her own little way that was her taking control. That’s what kept her sane. To be able to feel and know that no matter how hard they tried they could never turn her into a emotionless robot like they wanted.
She doesn’t understand why they treat her and the others like this. They say it’s because their special, because their “gifted,” but she doesn’t know what that means. They say she will in a couple of years. When she turns 12. That’s when they leave the cells. On their twelfth year of birth the men come down and drag them out of their cells and take them somewhere else, and only some come back. The ones that do come back are changed. It’s like there’s something changed about them, and they no longer have to be locked in the cells. Instead they help keep the other in line. The beaten are now the beaters. Their eyes no longer that of an innocent child, but of something more sinister. A monster learning beneath their eyes.
Jayla is more scared of that then anything else. She doesn’t want to become a monster. She just wants to be free of this hell she’s trapped in.
Jayla whimpers as the snarls get louder and closer to the basement door, and curls into herself tighter, squeezing her eyes shut praying to someone, whom she doesn’t know, she just prays and prays.
Unbeknownst to the terrified child the basement door creaks open and in walks a beast on a mission. He’s taller than any human man and his fur as dark as midnight. His blue eyes burn with determination as he holds his nose in the air and inhale’s the scents around him. His mighty paws move quickly and quietly down the stair as his eyes flicker all around the room, taking in every terrified face of a child. Each one looking more scared then the next. His heart begins to ache as he sees the torture the children have endured. Every one of them covered in bruises, died blood and scars.
He goes up to each cells and quickly glances in them all, each one making him whimper in pain for them. When he reaches the very last call, he freezes as he gazes in on the little Jayla. Her form trembling from the cold or the pain he couldn’t tell. Her skin so dirty and battered he can’t see where the bruises end and the dirt begins. Her stomach so sunken in he can count every single one of her ribs, and hear as it rumbles loudly begging for substance. The beast closes his eyes and slowly the fur retracts and the paws take on the form of hands and feet and suddenly in the place where the beast once stood is now a man.
The man glances up as he hears more paw thundering down the basement steps and watches as his fellow warriors take in the horror before them. One by one they shift into their human forms as they take in the beaten children.
The man turns back to the cell and grabs ahold of the bars but instantly regrets it when he jerks his hands back hissing as it burns his hands, quickly realizing that the bars are coated in silver. The one thing that can hurt his human form as well as the beast inside him by just a mere touch.
He looks to his fellow warriors who seem to have figured out the same thing he has as some shake out their hands and hiss through their teeth.
“We need to find some keys or a way to pry these bars open” his voice thundered throughout the room firm and fierce.
Jayla peeks outs from between her arms as the voice booms throughout the room. She quickly realizes the room is filled with men she’s never seen before. She watches as the man who spoke takes a quick look around, picking up boxes and looking on different shelves searching for what she could only guess were the keys to the cells. She watches as he locks eyes on a pair of leather looking gloves covered in blood laying on the other side of the room. She shivers more as she remembers it’s her own blood that coat the gloves.
The man quickly strides over and picks them up and then walks back to the cell as he slips them on. He then takes a deep breath and holds it as he grips two of the bars again, except this time no burning sensation follows the touch. Jayla watches as his eyes go to a darker blue almost black color as his arms tense and with great strength he pries the bars apart to give just enough space for his muscular frame to fit through.
Jayla quickly unraveled her self and backs further away into the corner whimpering as he comes closer, forgetting all about cover up her fear. This man screams strength, much more then her normal tortures and she doesn’t wish to be on the receiving end of his fists. “Hey it’s alright little one.” His voice is smooth like silk but still holds the strength his aurora emits. “I’m not here to hurt you angel. We’re gonna get you out of here okay?” Carefully he walks over to the still trembling girl and crouches down beside her. His eyes travel the little girl’s body taking in evert cut, bruise and scar. His eyes fill with tears and sadness as he thinks about what has happened to the poor child. Slowly as to try not to frighten her even more he reaches he hand out towards her but stops it just within her reach.
Jayla eyes his hand with scared curiosity as normally when a hand comes her way it’s to cause pain, but there’s something inside her that screams this man is different. That he won’t hurt her.
A strangled sob leaves her throat as she slowly unravels herself from her ball, and lunges at the man as much as her chains will allow her. With a fierceness she wraps her arms around the mans neck and holds on for dear life. Something inside of her telling her that this man was her savior. The one sent to her from whoever was listening to her prayers. Her aching body wraps itself around the man, the silver from her chains burning his chest but he doesn’t make a sound and instead wraps his own hands around her. He holds her tightly and runs his hand through her matted hair and rocks her and she weeps. Slowly he pulls her back from his body and wipes the tears from her eyes, “its okay little one, don’t cry. My name is Andy little one. We’re gonna get you out of her okay? I just need to find something to get these chains off you.” Jayla whimpers as the man, Andy as he called himself, goes to get up and wraps her arms back around him tighter worried if she lets go he will suddenly vanish.
“Shh. Shh. It’s alright.” He holds the girl close as he looks to the other warriors as he hears the sound of jingling keys, seeing Bjorn, one of his fellow warriors and closest friend comes back into the basement seemingly have left the room in search of the keys.
Andy watches as Bjorn unlocks each and every cell, realizing for the first time that the little girl he holds is the only one chained to wall as well.
Bjorn makes his way to the cells Andy is in holding the broken child and moves to help him unlock her chains, but little Jayla lets out a strangled sob and trembles even more as he comes near her.
“Hey, hey it’s alright little one. This is Bjorn he’s my friend, he’s just here to help. He’s gonna unlock these chains and then were gonna get out of here okay?” Andy pulls Jayla’s head back and looks into her tearfully pained eyes as he speaks.
Slowly she nods her head and holds out her chained wrists to the man with the keys, still not fully trusting him but figuring if her savior says he means no harm he must be good too.
She watches as he quickly unlocks both her wrists and then her ankles and she pulls all her limbs free of the chains that have held her in place for as long as she can remember.
Andy slowly begins to stand after wrapping his arms back around the little girls waist. “Alright little one. Lets get you out of here”
Jayla holds onto him as he takes long strides up the stairs and out the basement doors, closely followed by all the other men who each have a child they themselves are carrying out, and for the first time in all her 8 years of birth Jayla smiles. A smiles so big it hurts her face as they strode through the compound that has been her hell on earth her entire life, for she finally realizes, she is free from the torture.
