Are these dreams overrated?
DREAM:
The first thing that came into her mind was that she was cold. There was metal under her... And when she looked around there were bars. Where did they come from? Touching the floor, her hand felt its cold metal.
She reached out to the bars. They were solid. Everything was was colorless, and she knew it smelled very bad here. She didn't like the stench. It was unnatural and it haunted her, surrounded her to the point of suffocation.
Then two men appeared in the pale-walled room. They wore white. She grasped her cage's bars and looked at them, knowing they didn't want to set her free. She knew they wanted to keep her in this tiny space, limbs cramped constantly. She couldn't even sit up straight, knowing the extra limbs on her back wouldn't even extend past a few inches before she was forced back to the ground.
The two men were talking to each other. The only word that floated across the room was, "Hybrid." Something was wrong. They wanted to hurt someone. Not her, but someone. She growled.
That got their attention. Turning around, needles appeared in their hands, grins turning predatory. She was a caged bird. Unable to move much, the needles pierced her skin. She didn't cry out; didn't speak a word.
They wanted her to feel this pain.
Her eyes leveled at them, speaking defiance without the words. When she didn't give them the response they desired, their faces morphed into something much scarier: those faces that haunted her sleep, when she could sleep.
Wolf-human faces grinned at her, knowing she was their prey.
Through their rough voices, she heard them say that word again: Hybrid. Successful they added this time.
Them. The wolves. They wanted to cage her and keep her hidden away from the sky that she never knew.
Successful hybrid. The girl's brown eyes glared right back, hiding the fear that clenched inside her. Her fingers reached out, managing to grab a man's nostril and tightened it to cause him pain.
Claws swiped at her, forcing her hand back into the cage, red blood dripping onto the floor.
The cage shrank, tightening around her while the men in white looked on, writing things down. Successful hybrid.
The first thing that came into her mind was that she was cold. There was metal under her... And when she looked around there were bars. Where did they come from? Touching the floor, her hand felt its cold metal.
She reached out to the bars. They were solid. Everything was was colorless, and she knew it smelled very bad here. She didn't like the stench. It was unnatural and it haunted her, surrounded her to the point of suffocation.
Then two men appeared in the pale-walled room. They wore white. She grasped her cage's bars and looked at them, knowing they didn't want to set her free. She knew they wanted to keep her in this tiny space, limbs cramped constantly. She couldn't even sit up straight, knowing the extra limbs on her back wouldn't even extend past a few inches before she was forced back to the ground.
The two men were talking to each other. The only word that floated across the room was, "Hybrid." Something was wrong. They wanted to hurt someone. Not her, but someone. She growled.
That got their attention. Turning around, needles appeared in their hands, grins turning predatory. She was a caged bird. Unable to move much, the needles pierced her skin. She didn't cry out; didn't speak a word.
They wanted her to feel this pain.
Her eyes leveled at them, speaking defiance without the words. When she didn't give them the response they desired, their faces morphed into something much scarier: those faces that haunted her sleep, when she could sleep.
Wolf-human faces grinned at her, knowing she was their prey.
Through their rough voices, she heard them say that word again: Hybrid. Successful they added this time.
Them. The wolves. They wanted to cage her and keep her hidden away from the sky that she never knew.
Successful hybrid. The girl's brown eyes glared right back, hiding the fear that clenched inside her. Her fingers reached out, managing to grab a man's nostril and tightened it to cause him pain.
Claws swiped at her, forcing her hand back into the cage, red blood dripping onto the floor.
The cage shrank, tightening around her while the men in white looked on, writing things down. Successful hybrid.