I was brought to a room with three cages. In one cage was a young girl no older then thirteen with cat like features. A grey tale with black rings and two cat ears, one of which had the top half torn off. The second was a man in his early twenties with stiches covering his body. He was missing several fingers and his eyes were on the verge of popping out.

Both characters were naked and covered in scars. I might of blushed if I had the energy. The two men stripped me and shoved me into a corner with a drain where I was hosed down. They then shoved me into the only remaining cage before leaving.

“ Welcome to hell. I’m Zing and that pretty girl is Catherin.” The zombie said with a very obvious forced humor.

I placed my trembling hand on my chest. “ Helrin Staj Crow. Future patriarch of the raven alliance.” Then I remembered my family. Tears started to build up in my eyes.

“ A big wig I see. Well won’t get you much. Maybe an extra grain of rice or more spit in your food. Wait why are you crying?” He asked..

“ My clan. We where attacked. They said I was the only survivor.” The tears To flow freely down my face. I pulled my wet wings around me.

“ Join the club. I’m the only one they didn’t capture. The others that have bin here were all captured like that. The stitched me together when they were bored and know the prod me whenever they want. My advice is to sleep all you can. Time paces faster that way and maybe you’ll have a nice dream.”

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“ Ya. I’ve bin here for a year now. You get used to it. The sooner the better. Dam humans.” The cat girl said resentment clearly harboring no small amount of resentment.

“ Ya. There all trash.” Zing said.

“ You’re probably right.” I said not paying much attention.

The next day Catherin was taken. She came back several hours latter eyes glazed over and missing her left foot. She didn’t speak again. Zing left the next day and came back with a few different body parts and one less arm. Then It was my tern. I honestly don’t remember what happened to me then. My time in that room is just a blur of pain. I do remember one day specifically.

I was sedated the second they brought me in. I was strapped to the table upside down so they could look at my wings. It started with prodding. Then X-rays fallowed by cutting. Only on my left wing. The they did something I will never forget. The gave mister Nasally who I found out was called Z. The cut of my left wing. I saw it fall to the ground. I felt warmth cover my body. I knew I was bleeding but I didn’t care. All I could see was the white feather on my wing. Z walked over slowly and pulled the feather out of my wing. That feather. I was born with it. It was mine. It gave me my destiny. At that one moment my very purpose for living was taken. Plucked away. I was no longer the future patriarch of the Raven Alliance. I was now just a bird who couldn’t even fly. Curses left my mouth one after the other. The feather was my comfort this whole thing. I would look at it and the ring on mu left hand and I would know who I was. Without that feather. The line of patriarchs would end. No it has ended. I was smacked for cursing at them but didn’t stop struggling till the sedated me.

The next day they took Catherin and she never returned. Zing stopped coming back a month latter. New people showed up and I told them what Zing and Catherin told me. I didn’t die even after these people stopped coming back. I suffered at the hands of those humans. Z had a grin on his face every time he saw me. And I growled at him every time I saw him. The days turned to months and the months to years. I grew thinner and meaner.

Damn humans. There all trash, they should just die.