In The Beginning
Heh, well here is the start for one of my characters! My vixen, Sharon Fireguard! When I can, I'll post new stuff for it!!!
Sorry It's sooooo Short! I'll try to write Looonnnnngggger!
TILL NEXT TIME!
Opening:
In The Beginning
"They are just like you and me, everyone else mom! Just way smaller, and they deserve our respect and honor, like everything else in nature!" Were the words, fueled by anger towards my mother.
"Ha, ya, lil' bugs that hardly come up to our ankles...keep kidding yourself. There is only two things micros are truly good for our food, or pleasure. It's all up to us, not them." Was my mother's oh all so typical reply. We had this argument way too many times to count.
"For food." She said once again as she picked up another living micro, and slowly took the creature into her maw. Paying no mind to it's begging, and whimpering for life. She even swallowed the pour thing living, right in front of me. She murred in delight the little creature squirmed its way down her throat. "For pleasure..." She took last micro she had in her snack box, and used him for her pleasure all right.
That was the time I walked away saying only one word, "Sick."
That night, I did four things. First, I cried until it was lights out within my house. Then, I thought about everything that was ticking me off. I thought about how can so many of my own kind, be so absolutely cruel to a whole species. One, that could most likely be our long lost cousins to us in almost every way shape and form. The only real different between both our kinds was mainly height based. I also thought of how sick and tired I was of it all.
The 3rd thing I did that night was to weigh all my options. I could either stay, and take this same bull that I've been taking day in and day out, or I could just run-away. Run away to a better life, one where I am my own boss.
Better life, no more seeing micros tortured by my own family. Or anyone else again. That, was all I needed to make my decision that night. That night, I decided to run away from that so called hell hole of a home. I ran away very long time, and never looked back. Not even once. That turned out to be the smartest thing I ever did when I was younger.