forum How to Forget a War (Dystopian-Monster Stuff?) (Closed Again)

Started May 05, 2018 by @Desvelarse pets

tune

Dax followed Faye out, wishing he could've at least growled at the man, but he knew he'd be whipped, or worse, if he did. He silently followed Faye.

Faye felt an uncomfortable silence as they walked down a busy street towards the main market area. “Do you prefer ‘he’?” She asked slowly, breaking the silence. She didn’t know much about Malchai and their opinions. Sure, she had multiple around her house because they were owned by her father, but none of them ever spoke with her when she tried. They would either ignore her, or depending on which it was, she would occasionally get growled at.

"No, I love being called 'it' like I'm a thing," Dax growled sarcastically.

(Hello to anyone who has a Sunai character, I forgot to mention a key piece of info about them! A way that humans can tell if a creature is a Sunai, is that on video or camera, a Sunai’s eyes will show up black and smudged, like someone rubbed charcoal over their eyes on the photo/video.)

Faye put her hands up, nodding. “Okay, okay. I wasn’t sure,” she answered quickly. It was just a simple question. Dax always seemed to be in a terrible mood. She could understand why. She wouldn’t like having an iron/metal collar around her throat at all times either. She never used the collar on Dax, never shocked him herself.

Dax followed silently again and watched as other Malchai walked with their owners, obviously not happy with their situation either. He knew the South Sector was in ruins, but anything would be better than being a slave.

Once the pair arrived at the market place, the crowds became more dense with people, some having Malchai. She nudged her way though the crowds, occasionally glancing down at a list when a man’s voice sounded across the square. She frowned and looked up, knowing exactly where it was coming from- The Execution Block. It was barely used, mostly to execute terrible humans, but sometimes monsters. The nudged through the crowd at a faster pace, standing on her toes to try and see through the crowd. When she could see, she frowned more heavily at the sight. It looked to be two older Malchai, one male and one female, bound with that was most likely iron chains. But that wasn’t what was the most upsetting. No, it was what she assumed was their child, a little girl. She couldn’t have been more than thirteen. “Oh my god..” she murmured.

"They found out." Calla muttered, reaching out to touch Ronan's face. "Ronan?" her large white eyes stared at him.

“Yeah, Calla, it’s me,” Ronan murmured in a soothing manner, allowing the younger Sunai to feel his features. “Who found out? North or South Sector people?” He asked slowly, expression serious.

"South." Calla slowly got up, her bare legs bleeding and scratched from the times she'd fallen as she tried to run away. "Why do they hate us?"

Lila looked up at the execution block. Malachis were going to die today, Lila looked at her little hand pistol. She debated for a moment before looking up with determination, "Maybe they won't die today."

Dax's blood boiled at the sight of the execution block. He growled at the sight. He started towards the block, but stopped when he remembered how powerless he was. He watched in disgust and rage.

“They don’t understand what we do for this world, that’s all. All they believe is that we are monsters,” Ronan said, looking at Calla before standing up straight. Another verse of the tune rang in his mind. Sunai Sunai, eye’s like coal. Sing a song and steal your soul.

He shook the terrible song away and looked down at Calla, gently taking her smaller hand in his own large one. “Let’s get you home.”

"Okay." Calla nodded and she held onto Ronan, so she wouldn't trip. The forest had a lot of rocks and roots that were easy to miss.

Dax clenched his hands into a fist, holding back tears. Why this? She wasn't even eleven. He trembled in fear, rage, sadness, and the hundreds of other emotions boiling inside him.

“These Malchai are charged with killing their owners in cold blood,” The older man, holding an iron pole with a sharp edge announced. The male hissed, tugging at the chains while the woman looked defiant, and the child knelt, frozen with fear. Upon hearing the hiss, the older man took the pole and stabbed it into the lower chest of the male Malchai in an upwards motion, it sliding under the bone plate of the creature with a sickening noise as the Malchai went limp. The woman sobbed sharply, her head hung, and the child’s eyes were wide as she cried.

Faye had gasped when the Malchai was stabbed and she slightly shielded it from her gaze. “We should go,” she said, voice trembling slightly.
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Eventaully, Ronan practically swept the younger Sunai into his arms, carrying her now. He went out of the woods, walking quickly in the cover of night to a nearby building, its walls crumbling. He went inside and walked up a few flights of stairs until he arrived at an open floor plan area, a few cots on the ground. Despite the fact that he didn’t know of any other Sunai besides the two, he always had hope that there would be more, and they would somehow find sanctuary there.

Dax followed Faye without a sound. He didn't want to go, he wanted to kill them. The murderers. Hatred ran through his blood, but he couldn't do anything. If he did anything to look even remotely hostile, he'd be killed too. Tears fell from his eye.

Faye walked quickly away from the block, feeling terrified. That was a family that had just been killed. Yes, they murdered their owners, but it still wasn’t right. And the child.. The child would be killed like the mother and father. She glanced at Dax, noticing the tears. “I am so sorry,” she murmured softly, throwing a glance over her shoulder, seeing the execution was already over, the bodies being dragged from the Execution Block.

Dax grunted and wiped away the tears. He should've done something, anything. Alas, it was too late. They were already dead, and no doubt more would be soon.

Lila's head dropped. They didn't deserve, not the child. She looked at the list of supplies she needed. Sighing Lila continued on her way.

Faye quickly went to one of the booths, purchasing the things her dad needed. Once the pair arrived back to the home, the man greeted them at the door. “Thank you, Faye,” he said with a smile, pressing a kiss to his daughters forehead. “Now, go and feed your Malchai,” he continued.

Faye nodded and motioned for Dax to follows as she walked down a separate hallway. She went to the door of the basement but paused. In the basement was where animal blood and meat was kept to feed the Malchai’s in the house. She had read that they didn’t tend to like the taste of animals blood. She frowned, dropping her hand to her side that had reached for the knob. She glanced at Dax, almost feeling sorry for him because of what he had to witness. She stepped away from the door, now going into a bathroom. She sat on the edge of the tub and picked up a small paper cup and a pair of scissors that her mother had used to trim her hair with. Taking a deep breath, she quickly made a cut on her forearm, grimacing in pain. Blood spilled from the cut and into the cup. After a minute, she covered the slice with a bandage and held out the cup to Dax. Just this one time she told herself.

"Ronan?" Calla dropped from his arms, her scrapes bleeding onto her white dress.

Ronan set down his violin on top of his case and looked over at Calla. “Yeah?” He asked, glancing over her cuts. He would have to help patch those up. She must not be eating as much, only iron should be able to pierce a Sunai’s skin, unless they were weaker.

Calla sat down on one of the cots, holding her flute tightly in her hand. "What happens next?"

Ronan stepped over with a wad of bandages in his hand. He crouched down in front of Calla, looking at her. “What do you mean by that?” He asked as he gently began to dab the blood away from the wounds.

She flinched slightly when Ronan touched her, but accepted that he was just caring for her scrapes. "What happens from here? What happens to me?"