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Outcasts
Prologue
They almost killed us all; the government did. Before they could, a long time ago, my ancestors put a stop to it. We were different, but we couldn't help it. From vampires to pixies, from centaurs to werewolves like me, we just wanted to have a normal life. But the humans were defiant, they despised us. They killed us, punished us, until one day one man stood up to them. One werewolf. My great great grandpa. Eventually the U.S. Government said we were aloud to live in peace.
That brought the asylum. A jail, for our kind of different creatures. Taking in any misbehaving creatures happily. I never thought I would be one.
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“ Jason mauled my son!” Mrs. Anderson interrupted furiously. The judge slammed his mallet. The jury still whispered in a discussion.
“ Mrs. Anderson, ma'am, please settle down.” The judge looked at her, as if he was fed up with her constant breakouts. “Now, please, Mr. Swain would like to speak.”
Heads swiveled my way, and I took a deep breath. If I couldn't convince the jury that it was out of self defense, I would be in the asylum for the rest of my life. This was my only chance to make this right.
“I regret what I did to Kevin, Mrs. Anderson. But it was only because he was being a jerk,” I said vaguely.
“ Please explain, Mr. Swain,” the judge murmured.
“I was in school, and prom was coming up. I didn't know they were dating. I didn't know Sarah was going with Kevin.” I blushed, but continued, it had to be said. “I asked Sarah if she'd go with me. She told me she was already going with Kevin. I started to walk away, but Kevin stopped me.”
“Where you and Kevin friends?” The judge asked, interrupting.
I shook my head honestly, “ I never knew him very well.”
“Go on, Mr. Swain.”
“ He asked my why I was talking to his girlfriend. Sarah said it was fine, and to let it go. But Kevin thought differently. I told him the truth. We got in a fight. He told me to meet him outside after school. He didn't know I was a- a wolf.”
I hung my head in shame, then took a deep breath and counted to three, “ We went outside. He threw a punch at my face. I got angry, and not purposely, I turned into a werewolf. He screamed, then called me a monster, freak, and a- well a lot of other things. I couldn't control my anger, and...” I trailed off, and looked into the judge's eyes.
Those hateful brown eyes, despising me because I was different. It wasn't like I could help being a werewolf. Everybody acted like they didn't want to be in the same room with me, that I would give them a-a social disease. I didn't understand why the mortals hated us so much.
Then, he turned to the jury. The citizen on the end stood, cleared his throat, eyed me nervously, then concluded the trial.
“ The jury finds the defendant... guilty.”
Chapter One
Burdened with the chains that held my hands together, I was pushed into a cell. I rubbed my wrists, which were already becoming raw and bloody. I desperately clung to the door, already closed. The human man snickered, obviously amused by my struggle, and he took off up the stairs.
I cursed under my breath, sentenced to a life in the penitentiary. I had been warned, if I tried anything, I would be bumped to the top of the list of crazies on death row. An almost silent weeping came from the corner. I squinted, trying to allow my eyes to adjust to the darkness. I could just make out the silhouette of a thirteen year old girl.
A light flickered from the ceiling outside my cell, and allowed me to see the girl. She had shoulder length brown hair that looked as if it hadn't been brushed in a year. She had on a torn orange and white sun dress, her face was in her hands. She lifted up her face to look at me.
I knelt down on the cold, hard floor in front of her. I looked into those tear stained, brown eyes. She back handed a stray tear from her rose-red cheek.
“Hi, I'm Jason.” I held out my hand towards her as a friendly gesture, a strive for a friend, somebody to talk to in this dark and lonely place.
She looked at my hand, then my face, then she placed her hand in mine and continued to weep.
“Um, what's your name?” I tried desperately to get the pixie to talk to me, her wings beat softly, though they were useless, battered and torn.
She took a deep breath, then ran her fingers threw her thick hair. “ Elsie.”
“Cool name,” I attempted to brighten her day, though she murmured a thank you and stood up. Her knees were bloody, the skin raw, and her hands were not held by cuffs, like mine, but the skin was still bloody. They must take the cuffs off after a while.
“Why are you in here,” Elsie murmured softly. I was afraid to answer at first, thinking that she might be scared of me, and not want anything to do with me, but I couldn't lie, so I told her the lousy truth.
“ I attacked a guy at my school. I'm a werewolf,” I explained to her quietly. She nodded, not seeming the least bit surprised which almost made me a bit intimidated, but I shook it off.
“What about you?” I asked her. She started crying again. “You don't have to tell me if you don't want to, it's okay. I understand.”
Elsie shook her head roughly, “ I was framed,” she hissed furiously. I squinted my eyes.
“For what?”
“ Abuse of a unicorn, my brother's a troll, literally. And I had a unicorn, in our barn, I found her in the woods and I brought her in. My brother found her one night, realize he hated them, and he beat her, unfortunately, he said I did it. Because he just was too selfish to take the punishment.”
“That's not good,” I said. She chucked at first, then started crying. Not sure of what else to do, I put my arm around her shoulder.
“ It's all going to be okay,” I lied, probably. The tears stopped, and she looked up into my eyes innocently.
“You promise?”
“ Of course.”
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