Running From Lions

The first thing I saw once they shoved me onto the main was bright lights that made my head feel fuzzy. Once everything came into focus, I found myself staring in a crowd of a good fifty or so hybrids. Some were clearly overweight and wearing creepy smirks on their faces, others looked clean cut and overly dressed up for something so barbaric, and lastly, a few reminded me of Alex.

Blinking, I turned to try to get out of this area, but there was a guard right there who simply glared at me and shook his head.

“This is the final item of the night, folks!” The loud guy from before announced, causing me too look at him. “So I hope some of you saved your money, cause this one will start at five thousand.”

“That scrawny kid looks like he's barely worth five hundred.” Someone called out, causing my head to snap back to the crowd, trying to find out who said it.

“That's what you think, but this is a rarity. A treasure if you will.” The announcer said, he looked like some kind feline, wasn't sure. Maybe he was a common hybrid. “This human has an interesting back story, a story no one really knows,” he spoke, lowering his voice as if what he was saying was a secret. “For what we have standing before you is an untamed, wild human. Caught by a local and meaner than a rapid animal.”

“Doesn't look all the mean!” Another voice called out, making the cat frown and bend back his ears.

“Oh you say that now...” He looked over at me then his eyes shift towards the guard next to me and nodding. I didn't know what the hell that meant, but next thing I knew the guard shoved me onto the ground face forward. I just barely stopped my face from slamming against the ground before turning onto my back looking at him with a glare.

“The fuck was that for?” I asked, just barely registering the crowd's light laughter.

The guard, however, said noting and took out some small bat thing. Lightly hitting into his free hand a few times, he looked at me with a malice in his eyes that I didn't like at all. I hear some murmurs buzz around my ears while he stepped closer, causing me to back up, scooting backwards a bit instead, too confused and scared to figure out a better plan.

“Fucking beat the kid already!”
“Give us a show!”
“Hit him!”
“Hit him!”
“Hit him!”

The guard swung at me, I brought up my arms to take most of the blow, but it fucking hurt like hell against the broken on. Stupid cast didn't give much protection. He kept it up, and eventually I just got sick of it. The audience was cheering, I was barely keeping the blows away from my body and face. I'm not sure how I did it, but at one point I had managed to grab the bat and ripped it from him.

What happened next was a blur.

I somehow was on my feet, the sound of everything else sounding more like a buzzing in my ear and when my eyes came back into focus, I didn't even have the bat anymore. I was on top of him, his back flat against the the ground, face bloodied and I'm pretty sure I was about to claw his eyes out when I was torn off him. Two guards held my arms, trying to drag me away but I kicked and fought them back. The buzzing in my ears slowly turned into the sounds of real words, cheering and shouts.

“That kid is nuts!”
“I can't wait to break him!”
“Piece of shit has some spunk!” And of course the laughter, the laughter that only seemed to get louder, more prominent when I started yelling and wearing to be let go.

“Ho ho ho, and he talks back. Such a rare thing to hear these days.”The announcer said, and that stopped me from fighting for a moment, and I looked right at him.

“You're a sick son of a bitch.” I stated, glaring right at him and then my eyes made they're way towards the crowd. “This is insanity, you're all insane! What the fuck kind of place is this! You're spenidng money buying people for your amusement, this is disgusting. You're all disg- ack!”

Suddenly a cloth was forced between my lips, being pulled taught and tied behind my head, I shook it and tried pulling away but eventually it just earned me a hard punch to the side of my face. They eventually got the cloth secured, successfully muffling my words, so I just started screaming into it. I continued to fight them to the point that they needed back up. Two more came in to help retrain me, I kicked out at them in hopes of maybe catching one where the sun don't shine, but these fuckers were clever enough to catch my feet. Using it to their advantage I was soon pinned to the ground, now trying to gnaw at the cloth to get the gross thing out of my mouth.

I was too busy doing this to notice a fifth person had come onto the stage. One without a uniform, just a white, long coat. I didn't see him at all when it was too late.

When there was a needle being jammed into my neck.

They all jumped off me then, left me on the ground screaming louder than ever as whatever they injected me with ran through my veins and lit them on fire. I could feel my lungs give out as I continued to scream, tears welling up in my eyes as I thrashed on the ground. It burned, it burned so much, I swore at one point I blanked out cause white filled my vision for a second before everything just stopped.

The pain was gone, but so was my ability to move. I couldn't feel anything, everything was just...there. The whole room moved suddenly, the room before me seeming to move in slow motion. The crowd in front of me when from being slightly blurry and sideways, turned right side up and still blurry. I stared blankly ahead, nothing in my body responding to my brain.

“Well, that was fun.” The announcers voice floated into the air, sounding far away to my surely drugged up mind. “Well, on to the bidding. We'll start it at a simple three thousand dollars.”

“Three thousand!”
“Four thousand!”
“Fifty-five hundred!”
“Six-five hundred!”
“Eight thousand!”
“Ten thousand!”
“Fifteen thousand!”

The voice went on an on, everyone seemed to only get louder, rowdier. People were arguing, the announcer could barely keep up till one voice bellowed over them all, raising the bar even higher.

“Fifty thousand dollars.”

There was one guy standing in the middle of the crowd, everyone quieting down. He smirked slightly, seeing as no one else said anything.

“Such a generous offer, Ashton.” The announcer said.

Ashton snickered, and nodded.

“Well, I always love a challenge. This one seems fun.”
“Well, fifty thousand going once...”

Suddenly something clicked in my brain, Ashton... I knew that name. How did I know that name?

“Fifty thousand going twice...”

Ashton... Ashton...Ash- Oh fuck.

Even in my fogged up brain, I could see the face of my crazy neighbor in the hell hole I left today. The way his voice snarled and broke and laughed as he explained all the horrors of a man named Ashton.

I was going die. This is my final day of being alive.

“Fifty thousand going thr-”

Notes

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