Pheonix791989
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this is a new fic all of it is mine all of the characters are mine the story idea is mine too. its taken me about two years to do this and the title that its under is just a working title so bear with me here. there is no LP in here except for listening to the songs.
My mind raced a I was jerked forward by my hands. They were chained together. I was a slave. A part human. After the war of 2007 right after I graduated highschool, part humans became the slaves of normal humans. The golden red feathers that fell from the tangles of greasey black hair were all messed up. I used to be so proud of them. They clipped my wings. the only thing that I ever really had to escape from the world was gone. I was a slave.
The cold steel chains around my wrists cut them and I bled freely. I wore nothing but a simple rag around my bottem and around my chest as a little cut off tank top. "Slave number 7989-5041." They called my number. I used to have a name, I don't remember it anymore. There were scars on my body, too many to count. about a few of them I did my self, the others my masters did. I still consider my self a virgin since the only *** I ever had was really considered rape. I was one of the lucky part humans, I can read and write. the newer ones havent even had a chance to go to school. The gaurds jerked me forward to a different place in line. I was now in the front block. There were men looking up and down the rows of part humans. Some of them stopped at number 122176-8975. "How about this one Steven, she looks like she can be really usefull." one of the men laughed. He has a buzzed haircut and a gotee with cold brown eyes. "I told you Scott, I don't want to be here." the one called Steven said. "Hey! Number 7989-5041 eyes forward!" I felt a sting on the back of my neck. The whip stung like a bladed rat tail in a snowstorm. I could feel the blood creep down my back. The whip fell again. This time the pain was just too much. I fell forward in an awkward position since my hands were chained together. My back was coated with dirt and grime from months without bathing. The dust choked my lungs as the whip fell again and again. Even though I was part Pheonix and my wounds would heal themselves in a matter of minutes, they still hurt like each one was fresh and new. The whip stopped falling against my back. I was half dazed as I felt a strong pair of arms lifted me up. "I'll take this one." the voice. The gaurds that whipped me picked me up by both of my arms. "Fine choice Mr. Elrod. But a man such as your self deserves a better one. Especaily one who is much more deserving of your basketball talent." That was the owner of the slave camp, Mr 'battle-ax' Bryant. "No I want this one." Half dazed I looked up into the eyes of the man. they were a cool blue. I then fainted.
My mind raced a I was jerked forward by my hands. They were chained together. I was a slave. A part human. After the war of 2007 right after I graduated highschool, part humans became the slaves of normal humans. The golden red feathers that fell from the tangles of greasey black hair were all messed up. I used to be so proud of them. They clipped my wings. the only thing that I ever really had to escape from the world was gone. I was a slave.
The cold steel chains around my wrists cut them and I bled freely. I wore nothing but a simple rag around my bottem and around my chest as a little cut off tank top. "Slave number 7989-5041." They called my number. I used to have a name, I don't remember it anymore. There were scars on my body, too many to count. about a few of them I did my self, the others my masters did. I still consider my self a virgin since the only *** I ever had was really considered rape. I was one of the lucky part humans, I can read and write. the newer ones havent even had a chance to go to school. The gaurds jerked me forward to a different place in line. I was now in the front block. There were men looking up and down the rows of part humans. Some of them stopped at number 122176-8975. "How about this one Steven, she looks like she can be really usefull." one of the men laughed. He has a buzzed haircut and a gotee with cold brown eyes. "I told you Scott, I don't want to be here." the one called Steven said. "Hey! Number 7989-5041 eyes forward!" I felt a sting on the back of my neck. The whip stung like a bladed rat tail in a snowstorm. I could feel the blood creep down my back. The whip fell again. This time the pain was just too much. I fell forward in an awkward position since my hands were chained together. My back was coated with dirt and grime from months without bathing. The dust choked my lungs as the whip fell again and again. Even though I was part Pheonix and my wounds would heal themselves in a matter of minutes, they still hurt like each one was fresh and new. The whip stopped falling against my back. I was half dazed as I felt a strong pair of arms lifted me up. "I'll take this one." the voice. The gaurds that whipped me picked me up by both of my arms. "Fine choice Mr. Elrod. But a man such as your self deserves a better one. Especaily one who is much more deserving of your basketball talent." That was the owner of the slave camp, Mr 'battle-ax' Bryant. "No I want this one." Half dazed I looked up into the eyes of the man. they were a cool blue. I then fainted.
