Skipper Dall P.O.V

I was out of breath by the time I got to the carriage. I crawled inside and I laid like a starfish. "I killed too many," I gasped. I closed my eyes and all I could feel was the touch of skin on my blistered fists. Texas carefully stepped over me and sat on the chair at the dinning table. "Never mind killing! How are you still walking?!" Texas asked with a bit of concern. " I don't know! I mean I felt all the pain with the metal rod." I replied. "Maybe you have super-powers!" Texas squealed. I sighed as I got off the floor and sat across from Texas. I looked at her bruised face and gently ran my thumb over it. "Woah, your eyes!" Texas exclaimed. My eyes flashes with gold and returned to normal. "Hm, I guess it is a super-power." I chuckled. Feral walked in with a few blood stains on her white fur cape and a cut on her nose. "I can fix that." I said as I looked at her nose. "No, scars make me look strong." She said pushing me back. I went to my bunk and wiggled under my covers. It felt good, the furs keeping me warm. I soon dozed off.
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"Hey, baby girl!" Jackral smirked. He pulled out a knife and charged towards me. I screamed but no one came I tried to move but I was nailed to the cold bricks behind me. Jackral stabbed me in the hip making me scream. I looked down seeing blood pouring out of me. Jackral had a smug look on his face as he laughed. "Noooooooooo!" I shrieked.
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I woke up on the floor in a puddle of my own tears. Feral was crouching beside me with a frown. I heard Texas' faint snoring. "Come on." Feral said gently. She wrapped a think fuzzy horned-hare blanket over me and give me a hug. She stroked my hair gently as she hummed. It was kind of weird but it made me feel safe.