“Give
me my brother! I know you have him!” The shy little girl was now screaming at
him, her fists pumping the air, but he paid her no mind.
It
was always easier to leave out the details. Tork always said there was nothing
worse than a room full of hysterical captives. Bad enough to be human, but add
in the adrenaline and the fear of the unknown, they became that much more
insufferable. He ignored their pleas and timid curses, pulling the door shut
with a thud, cutting off their curious stares. Someone yelled out they were
hungry and he hesitated a little, trying to remember what hunger was. Ah yes,
the need for food. The youngest of his clan, Sapphire, usually fed them three
meals a day: canned food, all stolen from the local country store. He had no
need for food and didn’t keep any around.
This excerpt was equally well written and intriguing!
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