We don't hate being micros - Chapter 2
We don't hate being micros
Chapter 2
By Jevin
"Don't you hate it?"
"Hate what?"
"Being a micro. It's probably the worst status anyone could be born into"
"Maybe. It's not all bad, though. We don't need much to live and there are giants out there that are more than willing
to toss us scraps. You just have to know which ones."
"Whatever. All I know is I'm going to buy a cloaker someday and live the rest of my days out as a giant."
"They cost alot. How are you going to get the money?"
"You'll see."
"Well, anything is possible. I support you!"
Cameron feels pain shoot through his body. He can't move his legs and his arms feel like they should be broken. 'Was that a dream'? He thinks to himself... 'Where am I now?', 'I hope george is alright'.
"You're awake" A voice sounds from above. It's familiar and fairly recent. Cameron's eye open to stare up at a gigantic wolf peering down at him in return.
"Ack! Please! Don't hurt me! I really really didn't mean to intrude, I was looking for my brother!" He cowers and tries to move only to yelp in pain, tense up and fall back to the pillow he's on. Veir rolls his eyes, "Calm down, you're in good company.." The wolf holds his ring above the cougar's head.
"Oh..." He speaks, looking down for a moment. "You have a cloaker" -- "Why... Did you save me? Cloaked micros never do that for us. Their lives are more important, after all" The cat mutters, earning a frown from Veir,
"More important? What do you mean by that?"
The cougar looks up to Veir again, "You guys left us. You may as well be a giant now. You disassociate yourselves with us because you're afraid that someone will find out that you're a micro."
Veir shakes his head, "It's not like that... "
"Then what is it ?" The cougar snaps back, cringing at his wounds and breathing softly... "I understand. I'm not saying you're not smart for doing it. As micros we're... Just pests to most of them. Getting rid of us is like a game. We can scream 'micro pride' or try to be proud of what we are but in the end it's always the same. No one wants to be in our shoes, not even us. You're lucky you have that cloaker."
Veir feels his heart wrench but he doesn't have time to argue. Instead he just looks away and takes a few steps back.. "I... Have to go. Please rest. We'll talk more later." Veir leaves the room feeling annoyed at no one in particular. After he's outside and moving towards the school again, he can't help but wonder on those words. "He's kind of right, I suppose. No matter what, the giants have to accept us before we can take pride in anything. Otherwise we just end up..."
The thought makes him cringe but, luckily, he reaches the school.
~~~Meanwhile~~~
"Now eat all of your food, Terry. If you wait too long they'll run out of energy."
A vixen smiles warmly to her child, getting a quick and excited nod from the small fox. Terry peers down at his plate where, tied up with edible string, are 4 microfurries. The black fingers of the red fox grab at the paw of a small rabbit, and while the small lapine struggles and squeaks, he drops it into his muzzle.
Struggling is the best part; They squirm so well, even while bonded. His tongue presses the poor lapine against his palate and he grinds the rabbit around his mouth while tilting his head back. Saliva coats the rabbit's fur file he's being tossed about by the fox's massive tongue and makes it hard for him to see. With his hands and feet tied, the lapine can hardly put up a fight. All he can do is whimper and whine while the dark abyss of the fox's throat grows ever closer. After only a few moments, a visible lump travel's Terry's throat as he swallows the rabbit down, causing the micros below to cringe. Some even start sobbing.
Terry grabs another; this time it's a mouse. Before it can whimper, he simply tosses it in and begins to chew, letting the crunching of bone fill the ears of the other micros below. He mrrs softly at the taste. It's wonderful. He stares down at the other two excitedly while he swallows the remains of the rodent down and the rabbit in his stomach is bathed not only in acids, but in the remains of the rodent that was just mutilated. The re-doubled struggles the rabbit puts up only serves to make the child smile. Micros are always a treat.
Terry's eyes fall on the last two once more and just as he's picking up a small skunk, he hears what he thinks are words. The child stops for a moment, staring at the smaller skunk and frowning slightly. He looks to his mom who is washing dishes and decides to try and hide the other two micros. Grasping the skunk and wolf, he stuffs them both into his muzzle and stands up.
"Did you finish your food?" Asks his mom.
Terry, acting quickly, presses one micro under his tongue and swallows the other, "Yes!" He smiles before she nods, "Good, bed time is in an hour."
Terry runs off, entering his room and spitting the remaining micro out. It's the wolf. Terry watches him cower, shiver and squirm for a moment before he unties the wolf's muzzle and picks him up, "Can you... talk?" Terry asks, staring at the micro curiously.
The wolf nods profusely, stammering and tripping over himself but finally managing a few words, "Don't eat me! Please!" He blurts out, causing the young fox's eyes to widen.
"Micros... can talk?"