Annie's mother has been given a gift she can't keep.
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A lawless town of anarchists, built on the ruins of an ancient mining city. [Lore]
The dusty room was filled with furniture. Vases, Ceramic decorations and tables with only but a single bed. Annie sat on the edge, Swinging her feet as her mother attempted in tying her shoe. " Please settle down Annie. " Annie rolled her eyes,
" I don't want to mommy! I'm so excited for my Birthday!" With another tight squeeze of the shoe lases Annie's mother sat down and placed her head on the wall, Roughing up her black hair " I have a gift for you. " Her eyes were drawn away from Annie's and was looking blankly around the room. Kristy, Her mother got up from the floor and moved around the room and placed her hand on a small box. Annie missed seeing her mother after being separated so many nights and days. She was beautiful. Dark hair flowing right down to her waist, which was normally braided to the side occasionally. Before she got to place her hand on the box there was a big bang on the door then it swung open.
There he was. A short disgusting man. Kristy tired to keep her fear down at a usual level, " I still have time to see my daughter. " Glancing over to Annie she quickly scrambled under the bed, Lifting the bottom layer slightly to watch the horrific event fall out. He chuckled " Not any more you don't. We know you've been seeing her more often then you should. I think that deserves a good beating. " Kristy knew that Annie was still under the bed she as he went to punch her she lifted her hand up, Catching his fist but he punched her in the stomach. As she hunched over he grabbed her head and kneed her. If there was on thing she couldn't do above all was fight back and this time she did. Annie closed her eyes and plugged her ears and jumped with every sound of punches thrown, Vases broken and glass shattering.
That was it. Annie couldn't take it anymore.
Last edited by Annie Vatlina on January 31st, 2014, 10:48 pm, edited 1 time in total.
It was now or never. Reacting quickly she scrammbled from under the bed. Even though she was at the age of 1 (Appearance 3) Annie couldn't fight back the anger. At the time her mother was unable to shift due to the Kelivc collar she wore tightly around her neck. With the long black legs she sprinted forward and opened her muzzle and clenched it around his right side.
Without hesitation she slowly dug her canines in, Feeling the warm blood seep into her mouth. Ripping the cloth and flesh she jerked her head back. The man screamed and pushed her mother forward, Causing her to collide into a vanity and scatter what ever decoration was on the laminated wood. Finally the man took a large fist and hit her jaw, It effected her greatly but his blood that was spilling with every given minute was taking a tole on him. Annie's mother screamed, " Don't do it Annie! " Weeping her mother tired to get up but the man flipped a near by table and it crushed her legs. Despite his weakness the table was his closest defense.
Annie leaped forward, This time he was slightly bent. Knocking him to the side he fell down. Taking the opportunity to go in for the kill she leaned down and clamped her jaws around his fat flesh. He squirmed for a minute but then that was it. His eyes glazed over as they stared at her. He had pushed her to her limit and that is what he got. The world around her melted in but the sound of her mother's cries jolted her back to reality.
Shifting back she tired to lift the table but it was useless. Her mother slipped in her hand and tightly grasped her's. Annie knew this wasn't going to end right. It was only to her best effort that she didn't drip any of the blood on her mother's bruised face. With a shaky hand she held her face. Kristy's hands were soft against the crimson stained face of her child's. Tears boiled in her eyes as she heard the creaking of wood as unfamiliar people rushed up the stairs.
Annie watched as the small crimson platelets fell and splattered on her cheeks. Blood bubbled in Annie's mouth as she tried to speak but it refused to let her. Kristy lifted her finger and pointed to the small box that was able to fit in her pocket. " Don't speak just take it with you please you will need it. " Slowly Annie moved and grabbed the small box and handled it with care.
Annie sobbed over her mother until there was a big bang at the door. Lowering her head down she placed her forehead on her mother's. Refusing to move as the bangs continued the door was broken down. Two men rushed her. Grabbing her small arms and yanked her from her mother. Spitting blood she screamed for them to let her go. Weakly her mother tired to get up and stop them but the crushing table held her immobile. They held Annie, Locking a collar around her neck and restricting her shifting ability.
Screaming loudly her voice was broken by a whip as it came crashing into her back. Whimpering she counted the whip lashes. One. Two. Three. A voice rang in the back of her head as she felt like she could faint, her back was on fire. To this day she would never know who was the owner of the voice and the murder of her mother. " Do you want to see what happens when you disrespect your masters? Huh? " Annie knew exactly what he was going to do. Now that he was in front of her she gathered whatever saliva and blood she could gather but that earned her another lash to the back. Four.
He wiped the disgusting paste from his face and walked quickly over to her mother and she closed her eyes but he ordered her with a angry scream and one of his thugs to hold the cold steel of a knife on her throat. " Look! Now! " Opening her eyes as the salty tears filled the rim of her light blue eyes. He held in his hand a thick black pipe. Dragging it on the floor he lifted it up and brought it crashing down on her mother's chest.
