Bullet with butterfly wings

Pain shot her throat, it was familiar pain and it was constant pain. The metal collar that was always slightly too tight to allow for real sleep. Sam sighed, knowing that the slave master would walk through the small dimly lit room in less than an hour. She reached for the body next to hers, withdrawing her hand sharply when she recognised the stiff cold texture of the skin. It was not surprising that the slave next to her had died, she was young, small and sickly. "Sorry " she whispered to the body of the small girl. But that was all she could do for her now. The girl would have no burial, her body would not be carefully placed in a small box, her parents would not mourn for her or cry for her. Two years ago when the war had torn everything apart The others had ascended from underneath, from the depths of hell it had seemed. The humans had fought back, but they were unprepared and caught off guard. Humans were extremely effective at fighting and killing each other, but not these demons from down below. They came up from the caves, from the tallest mountain's and volcanoes and they burned everything they touched until it was unrecognisable. Sam had been 19 when the war began and 20 when it finished, it took the others less than 12 months to desecrate everything there ever was and everything she had ever loved. She closed her eyes, willing the memories to disappear from her mind completely, they do not aid in her survival and thinking about it only brings pain. The wooden door shook, keys being placed and turned in the iron lock. Sam tried to stand but was weighed down by the dead weight of the little girls corpse chained to her causing her metal collar to cut against the skin on the back of her neck. A hooded man walked in, a leather whip on the left of his belt and a large curved sword on his right. Not that he needed either Sam thought bitterly, he was lethal enough on his own. The others were larger than humans, this man being no exception stood at nearly 7ft tall with yellow sharpened teeth and yellow eyes leering through his narrow slit like eyelids. Sam called him the slave killer, because thats what he was good at. His reptillian eyes looked immediately to Sam, the only slave not standing and then looked down to her feet at the dead girl. Sam looked at the ground, avoiding eye contact with the man, she heard his heavy footsteps halt in front of her and heard the unclasp of something from his belt, she closed her eyes tightly in fear before she whispered " she died". There was a pause then a metallic sound as he brought his blade down and severed the head of of corpse. Releasing the girls collar that was chained to Sam's. He walked to the back of the room before shouting "move" in a deep guttural voice. They marched single file out the door and into darkness to line against the wall as they did every day. Sam looked around at the girls and women lining up, of course none were men, all the human males had been slaughtered. Sam flinched as a memory of her little brothers face flooded her thoughts, she pushed it away along with so many other once happy memories that now bring sorrow. Sam used to be angry, she used to fantasise about fighting back with some deeply hidden power or strength within her and making the others pay. But as the days went on, with the metal collar chaffing her skin and her body slowly starved until she was so weak her will to fight turned into the will to survive. She had no idea how old she was anymore or how many days had passed, it didn't matter. Sam lined against the wall with the women, eyes on the ground, shivering from the cold as she grabbed her own bony arms trying to rub them for warmth when thundering footsteps came before her group the slave confusion as there was a great explosion that tore through the wall of bricks to her right, obliterating the room they had just exited and sending her scurrying to her left. Her ears were ringing and her heart was pounding in terror, slaves bodies blown apart in the explosion lay strewn aound her the smell of coppery blood mixed with burning meat assaulting her nose. Sam knew she had to move, even in this weakened and terrified state her sense of self preservation engulfed her brain, forcing her to get to her feet and run forwards. She could barley see or hear but she threw one foot in front of the other as she felt the bricks and concrete change to grass under her feet. The ringing in her ears changed to a low rumble which got louder as her hearing gradually came back and she began to hear screams of pain and terror behind her as well as explosions. Sam could see the treeline, her chest was on fire as she desperately tried to get oxygen her weakened body screaming in pain as she forced herself to keep running, the ground rumbled underneath her and she was thrown off balance falling forwards onto her nose she felt a sharp shooting pain and warm wetness on her face. Sam pulled herself up to face the treeline, terror prickled down her spine and goosebumps raised on her skin realised what she stared at. Men but not really men, yellow eye's the only give away to what they really were. Sam hated them, they were reptillian, demonic and evil in her opinion. They certainly acted that way. There were hundreds gathering against the trees and facing her. f**k. She was finally going to die, she thought. It's not like living is any better. They marched towards her and towards the recently attacked building's she had run from. As they got closer Sam noticed thier uniform attire black outwear with clearly imprinted red symbol on one shoulder. Sam sank to her knees with her arms up in surrender. One made eye contact with Sam, his yellowing eyes piercing her green ones and raising his arm above his head as he came within reach of her she whispered "please" and her world went dark .