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http://midnight--alchemist.deviantart.com/I can hear the sirens in the distance, as though they are blaring in front of me. Their wailing wakes the many sleeping houses and as the lights turn on, the odd, pink fleshy creatures come out, their curiosity calling them non-stop. These creatures called humans, they do not see me, and I am hiding. I am hiding from them, hiding from the white cars with blue and red flashing lights, annoying sounds. The humans wear nightgowns, pyjamas and slippers, it is late at night and they were sleeping, daytime creatures. I smile, their eyes are not used to the dark that is why they do not see me, they live in the glare of the sun and shrink from the darkness. They chatter like monkeys, what is happening, has someone been killed, are they searching for someone? No one knows, but ask each other anyway. Me, I am the only one who knows why the metal beasts search for me.
The noise comes closer and I look up, my ears perk towards the noise, eyes catching the light, and throwing it back. I begin to edge into a thin narrow, between two houses, called an alleyway. Some one with a torch shines it onto me and he discovers why the police are so panicked. I am disguised as one of them, at the moment, but my eyes shine too much and only have the lack of colour named black. On my stolen clothes are rips, and bloodstains, still wet, still shining. A large splatter on my face, where blood gushed at it from before, shines and sparkles in the light, slowly dripping; I have not bothered to clean myself off. The man is fairly large, muscled, but with a sizeable beer belly, plain features and in pyjama bottoms. He gasps when he sees me and yells to the other humans, they stare at him, he points, and they stare at me.
Panic fills the street, and the humans run towards me, some carrying brooms they snatched from outside their doorstep, others unarmed but still cause for concern, they know I have killed, and they know what I must be. I can hear the sirens come even closer, but the crowd’s yells and shouts almost drown them out. They are mixed with emotions, fear, my kind are notorious, and excitement, they believe they could catch me, what a privilege for them, to catch one of my kind. I do not move, I know I cannot escape, yet, there are people rushing from the other end of the alley, they too have heard the noise. Shame, for a Cattle I was doing so well.
The first of the mob grab me, their bony and stubby fingers pinching and scratching, but they know better than to hurt my too much, I am precious, and I will only be killed if I do not meet requirements, which will not happen. I am lifted and passed through the crowd towards where the cars now pull onto the busy street. I count ten normal police cars, four S.W.A.T vans, a couple of heavy vehicles and another, which only my type recognises. We call it a Straight Jacket, even though it is not clothing. It is a large white van, with thick steel walls inside, many strong chains. The people inside them spill out, most hold up guns, all pointed at me, only as a warning, I know very well that they wouldn’t fire, even if I killed every person here. But I lie still anyway, passing along the tops of the human animals, and I am placed down in front of a harsh looking man. The Doctor, that is his name, not very well fitted if you ask me. Doctors are there to help people feel better; this man is the one responsible for my kind. He smiles, showing his crooked teeth “Em is it not?” I nod “well then, let us get you back home.” I nod again, why defy him now, I can defy him later, by escaping once more in search for a safe place.
He holds my shoulder softly, pushing me towards the large, white, steel van. Two men open the doors and I see the Nurses inside, four of them, twice as many as before. I sigh and step inside, the door closes and the Nurses jump onto me. The Nurses are not human either, they were created by the Doctor, same as me, but they are more loyal than cattle. They only obey him, they are vicious and do not care if they harm us. Dressed in skimpy nurse’s outfits, they look mostly human, except for their sharp grins, red and black eyes and claws. They have been made perfect in His opinion; he fondles them, in ways I do not want to know. I stay still as they claw at me, pull me to the wall, chain me up and inject the sleeping drugs into me. Just as my eyes close I swear at them, a swear the Cattle use, and see them laughing, hyenas.
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