Blood Lust in the Woods

    Recently having been captured I was still ignorant as to the comings and going of the prisons they put us in. Young and old cramped into the multiple cells. My hands were held tightly against my back restricting my ability to move. So this was it. This was where I would spend my final days. The humans were running out of room for us unnaturals and it was rumored they would start executing us. Too dangerous to be left alive.      Looking at the ravenous creatures in these cells it wasn't hard to imagine. An older man extended a pair of canines and ripped out a young child's throat while his cellmates cheered him on. He turned to me flashing his bloody canines as if showing off a prize and expecting praise. I crinkle my nose in disgust watching it drip down his bloody face dropping into the pool of blood below him. He licks his lips at me focusing intently at a spot on my neck.      I silently prayed that I wouldn't be locked up with him. I watched him intently my eyes falling to the crumpled body of the child laying at his feet. The blood on the floor shook, thrumming with agitation at the attention I gave it. The blood quieted down as I moved away from the filthy cold cells. The floor was made of cracked, cold concrete, my bare toes kept tripping on them causing my to stumble much the the guards displeasure. They marched me down the hall past all of the cells, I was visibly shaking with fear. Were they going to just go ahead and kill me? Not even pop me in the cell with the fiends themselves. They pry wouldn't even waste a bullet on me and just slit my throat themselves.      My mind raced with ideas on how to escape and fight my way free. But I knew better, walking down the halls I saw more guards than even I could handle. Perhaps a jail break? I shook my head, I couldn't trust those I was letting free. My thoughts came to an abrupt stop as we stood in front of a set of looming double doors. I struggle against the guards as the open the door and they violently push me in. Slamming the doors shut behind me. I stumble to the ground my torn clothes billowing around me. My knees scraping against the carpeted floor.      Carpeted floor? I spread my sliced up hands across the musty, dirty carpet. I roll up onto my crusty feet and curl my toes into the crunchy dry carpet. My eyes staring down watching my toes dig into the fabric. An awkward cough comes from across the room, my eyes slide over and see four pairs of feet.  My eyes trail up their body following up their legs and moving up their bodies to their faces. Two males and two females stand before me all four baring the brand of the unnaturals on their upper shoulder.  The unnaturals were marked based on their gifts with a brand. For those who gained physical abilities like fangs or strength they were branded with a clenched fist the most common of the two symbols. For those with abilities of the mind who are less common they were marked with a linked body, mind, and soul chain brand on their shoulder. If the unnatural was effected by madness a ring was put around the brand.      On the left the first female of the group was a stunning blond with a shoulder length bob. Her face was a smattering of freckles and her body was lean and tall. Her thin face was angular and sharp and her eyes reminded me of the deepest amber. On her shoulder she bore the mark of a closed fist without the additional ring, assumable she wasn't feral. Of course someone so pretty couldn't be feral. She was the embodiment of feminine beauty and although I wasn't attracted to females I could well admit that I found her attractive.      Next to her another woman a gentle chubby cheeked brunette clutched at the beauties hand. They appeared about the same age, by my estimate, their early 20's like me but, she was shorter and curvier than her stick thin friend. Her dark brown curls were rolling over her shoulder in thick ringlets her nose was short and snubbed much like a pigs but it looked fairly cute on her. Not drop dead gorgeous like her friend but still noticeably pretty. She too wore the symbol of the clenched fist on her shoulder.      Next to her was a large muscular man my guess is closer to the mid 20's. He stands a bit in front of the others protectively as if I would leap up at them and attack. His thick, strong, bronzed arms are braced in preparation for an assault. I flash my teeth at him pulling them back in a teasing and animalistic grin. He pushes the three behind him quickly and takes a fierce step forward. I take a step back my eyes flashing to his. I plant my feet firmly into the carpet flinging my arms up to protect myself. He immediately stops his advances seeming startled by my reaction. He narrows his dark eyes at me his thick eyebrows pulling together in curiosity. His short dark hair is cut close to his head, his hulking figure absorbs the space and pulls attention to him. He had a strong chiseled jaw and handsome dark eyes. His eyes dropped from mine to my unmarked shoulder. My eyes immediately go to his marked with the clenched fist the work seemed sloppily done or he had fought while they did it.      The boy beside him was more boyish and young. My guess would be in his teens, thick rimmed glasses outlined his thin mournful face. And although her was smaller than the hulking figure he was broad shouldered and strong looking. He had a shaved head and bright blue eyes.  His shoulder bore the mark of the clenched fist.    I stepped back and pressed my back to the door "Who are you people?" I growl out.