HYBRID TYGER 23

Emily Gordon

When I open my eyes it's like my head has been blown apart and put back together, it throbs so hard it hurts to breathe. I look up and realize that I'm lying on a hard floor with stones and sticks, I partially turn my head noticing trees and I come to the conclusion that I'm in the middle of a forest, my hands and feet are tied.

"Is she dead?" — I hear a man's voice and his shadow appears from behind a tree.

"No, she still has a pulse." — that's the voice of the man who caught me.

I shudder with my chest hammering, I close my eyes pretending to still be unconscious, the fear is so much that I fear having a heart attack at any moment. Footsteps approaching make tears well up in my eyes beyond my control.

"Wake up, animal lover!" — my body is brutally shaken and I am forced to open my eyes.

“We have to keep going or those freaks will catch up with us. The voice is from the thin red-haired man.

“It will be hard for them to track your scent thanks to the perfume we sprayed the entire way.

“Why am I here? What they want? Where are you taking me? I ask in terror.

“You got involved with the animals, that's what we do with all their supporters. Is that not enough for us to want to wipe it out of the earth?

- What are you talking about? Are you going to kill me? I ask desperately.

“They took two friends of ours who broke into that place and sure enough killed them, so we're kidnapping any humans we find being friendly to them there and we'll blame them for their deaths.

"Oh my God... You guys are crazy!" - I exclaim even scared since I'm in shit and these idiots are going to kill me.

"Shut up bitch!" Crazy are those who get involved with freaks.

"Come on, we don't have time to discuss nonsense."

“More rubbish than you're talking about, impossible. - I mutter looking around looking for an escape route.

I can't see any more as a bag is placed over my head and my body is lifted like a weight and placed on the middle aged man's shoulders.

Panic makes me move my whole body looking for a way to get away even if I fall to the ground and hurt myself.

"Where are you taking me?" Let me go! I scream as a sharp blade slices through the back of my thigh.

"Move again and the cut will be worse!"

I whimper in pain feeling the cut sting and blood splatter under the fabric of my jeans. But if they haven't killed me yet it's because some purpose has for my life, I can't give up without a fight.

Even with my hands tied, I throw several punches with clenched fists at the back of the man who hurt me until he throws me to the ground, cursing.

"You're going to pay for this you bitch!" - he says.

I let out a low groan with my whole body aching from the fall and I crawl away even with my head covered and hands and feet tied, however I can't continue. A hand grabs my hair, I try to struggle, to move but there's not much I can do, that's when another blow to my head knocks me out again.