Chapter 7

Ebony's POV:

I woke up, seeing that I was in a small cage with square holes. People surrounded me. They thrust the sticks through the holes and poked me with them. It hurt. No! I didn't want to have this kind of stupid life! The 1st Indoraptor that they'd created was tortured this kind of way. I would feel its pain, its fear, its anger....

Unfortunately Two Years Later:

I woke up one night. My rough skin was used to those shocking sticks. I was used to receiving sharp jabs and pokes. I was used to the torture that happened here. I was just laying on the ground, my stomach growling with hunger. They sometimes starved me to see how long I'd survived. I wanted to get out of this place. But where would I go? That girl!! She'd treat me better than these idiots! I got up, standing on two legs. I'd break down these walls! I saw the guard who was supposed to be watching me sleeping against the cage. I got on all four and silently stalked over to him. I then shot my claws through the bars, stabbing them through his back. He woke up and started screaming for help. I wouldn't let this trash escape. I stuck my arms through the cage and grabbed his throat with my claws. I stabbed his throat and sunk my claws into his throat until he stopped trashing around. I pulled my arms back into the cage, then noticed keys slide out of his pocket. I put the tip of my claw on the ring then grabbed the key with my claws and scrabbled over to the cage entrance and opened it. I burst down the door. I was free!! People ran in front of me, threatening to poke me with those shocking sticks. I was bigger than them and I was also my full size. I got back on all fours and arched my back, roaring. I lashed out at one of them, my claws slashing his chest. He was on the floor, blood pooling around him. My tail whipped back and forth, knocking some of them back. I slashed them with my claws and grabbed a person and bit off their head. I threw them across the room like they were a broken toy. The people cowered in front of me. I killed them too. I'd kill every devil in this wretched place!!

A day later....

I found shelter from the rain under a large tree. I was hungry. I didn't even bother eating those disgusting humans. I just felt happy that I'd killed them and escaped. Now I wondered how I'd find my way back home. I closed my eyes. I had to rest. Before I could get into sleep, I heard rustling. I opened my eyes. I sensed a presence in a bush, a small presence. I got up and leaped at the bush, my jaws clamping around it. Branches stabbed the roof of my mouth, but I ignored it. I pulled back and stuffed my claws in the bush, pulling out a dead rabbit. I gulped it down hungrily. Of course I was still hungry, but right now I needed rest.

Days Later....

I'd been walking through this forest for days now! I was lucky to find a deer and eat it. That had fed me a lot. I stalked through the forest, sunlight was peeking through the tops of the trees, cutting the shadows. My rough skin was bathed in sunlight. This felt amazing. To be roaming free. This was the first time in a year since I'd felt sun on my skin. I crept through the grass and saw little further ahead that a path cut into the forest. Probably a trail for people to walk or bike on. Then someone stepped from the trees and came out onto the path. It was a male, then a female human. Then two kids skipped behind them, laughing in a happy way. Those kids were very small. They looked like they were five years old. I felt anger boil inside me. I sat down, my tail curving beside me. I had to keep calm... but these people had freedom. And where had I been for a whole year? In a locked hell! I wanted those people to feel how I felt! I had to calm myself. I closed my eyes and hung my head. I just had to realize that right now I had freedom. Getting to that girl was the only thing that mattered.

"Hey! Mom, Dad! Look!"

I opened my eyes and saw that little girl pointing at me. The parents looked completely terrified at the sight of me. Well of course, I thought. 

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