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.
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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.
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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.
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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?"
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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?"
"What the-" Dax tried to stop Faye from cutting herself. Even if he didn't like humans, Faye shouldn't be hurting herself. When she handed her the paper cup full of her blood, Dax accepted it, surprised, "Uh, thanks…" he was still skeptical, but after having the bitter animal blood for most of his life, he still drank it. He had forgotten the sweet taste of human blood after his years of being a slave.
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“Nothing it going to happen to you, Calla,” Ronan said softly as he continued to dab some of the blood away. Once most of the blood was cleaned from her skin, he wrapped the bandages around some of the bad scrapes, and put what looked like band-aids on the smaller ones.
"Nothing?" the words were like liquid gold, assuring her future. She was going to be safe here. Calla laid down on the bed, feeling a bit weak. She hadn't fed for two days.
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Faye nodded as she watched him drink it. She felt slightly pleased at the good deed. “That’s me saying sorry,” she said simply, standing up and unwrapping the bandage and cleaning the cut under the running water of the sink. Once she assumed it should be fine, she cut a bandage over it, tugging down the sleeve to her sweatshirt to cover it up.
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"Nothing?" the words were like liquid gold, assuring her future. She was going to be safe here. Calla laid down on the bed, feeling a bit weak. She hadn't fed for two days.
“Yes, Nothing. Not while you’re in my care. Sunai’s have to stick together, right?” Ronan said, staying crouched by the side of the bed, elbows resting on his knees.
Dax nodded. He decided to let his guard down around her a little. Faye didn't seem like the other humans, she was kind to him, but he couldn't let her guard down too much, she was still a human, after all. And he was her slave.
"Yeah, stick together." Calla touched Ronan's nose. "What color is the cot I'm lying on?"
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Faye ran a hand through her hair and looked at herself in the mirror before turning back to Dax. “Don’t tell my dad,” she said, doing her best to ignore the stinging on her wrist area. “He finds out, and we’re both dead,” she continued as she stepped out of the bathroom.
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Ronan smiled softly and stayed still while Calla felt him. “It’s white, the frame is grey. But the blankets are blue and purple,” he said. He wasn’t sure if Calla had been blind since her creation. He never asked what her creation was. It was always a more touchy subject for most Sunai to talk about.
"White, grey, blue, purple. Colors?" Calla closed her eyes, imagining what they looked like. White, perhaps, was the color of the grass underneath her feet, soft and welcoming. Grey, sounded like the color of the sky, as far as the eye could see. Blue, reminded her of the soft fur coat of a rabbit. And purple sounded like the wind rustling through the trees. Calla knew she'd never be able to know what the colors looked like, but it was fun to guess. She knew her eyes were completely white. "What color are your eyes?"
(gtg)
Dax nodded again. He knew if he was found, he'd probably be next on the Execution Block. The smallest things monsters did were seen as the biggest crimes by the humans.
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(Alright, seeyah)
Ronan’s smile grew a bit more at Calla’s peaceful expression. “My eyes? They are a lighter color blue,” he said, resting a hand on the younger Sunai’s shoulder.
“Do you know what color your eyes are?” He asked, rubbing Calla’s shoulder gently. He had grown close to her, and considered her to be something like a little sister.
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Faye stepped out into the hall and glanced around hearing her dad in her kitchen. She walked quietly down the hall and to the backdoor, stepping out into the dark. She looked at the fences surrounding the backyard, lights always on at night to protect from Corsai. She walked over to the small pool in the middle of the yard, kicking her shoes off and rolling her pant legs up. She sat by the water, letting her legs slip into the water. “It wasn’t right, what happen to those Malchai,” she said, now bringing it up when she knew her father wasn’t listening.
Lila had bought (stolen) most of the goods she needed. It was getting dark so she returned to her little hideout. The Corsai were out. Her eyes glanced around, she didn't see any yet. Before her mother had passed she had given her a medallion that would protect, and she hoped it did just that. Every night she hoped, and every night it seemed to work.
Dax sighed sadly and looked down. He sat down and tucked his knees to his chest. He hated being useless and powerless, but he learned from a very young age that was how life was.
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Faye sat in silence, looking down at the clear water. “I know you probably don’t want to talk about this with me, and I understand. If I could, I’d take that thing off and let you go,” she said softy, motioning towards the shock collar. But her dad kept the keys to those in his office in the basement, and the room was off limits to her completely.
Dax nodded, but didn't believe her. Even though she was kinder than most humans, they couldn't be trusted. His first owner had seen nice as well, but Dax had been too trusting and his eye had been gouged out and he had been cut across his face as a punishment. He shuddered at the memory.
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Faye glanced at Dax for a moment and exhaled slowly. He obviously wasn’t going to speak with her at all. She hopped up, walking barefoot over to the far end of the wall. Her fingers grabbed onto a ledge, and she grunted as she struggled to pull herself up. Once she got up, the held onto the top of the wall, feet on the ledge. She peered over the top, eyes squinting as she watched the nearby shadows for movement.
"What are you doing?" he asked in his gruff voice.
Lila spotted movement from the corner of her eye. She spun around and saw more movement, Corsai. She grabbed her emergency bag and ran one hand clutched to her medallion. This never happened before, she could feel the Corsai chasing after her. Her heart was pounding as she ran faster, Lila's mind racing. What's the closest place to hide? The Wrights wasn't it? She saw bright lights and ran towards them hoping they would ward off the group of Corsai
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“I’m trying to see if I can spot any Corsai,” Faye answered, standing on her toes now. She glanced at a patch of shadows near a street light, and she could have sworn she saw a flash of claws and fangs. She was about to say something about it when there was a voice from by the house.
“Faye!” her father shouted in a furious tone. “Get down from there, and keep that thing away from the pool! It could short out the collar!”
Faye flinched at his tone and carefully climbed down from the wall, landing softly in the grass. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know,” she said quickly once she had jogged over.
“No, you didn’t. Give me the remote.”
She was about to protest, glancing at Dax before hesitantly handing the small device to her Dad.
