Freedom's Cost PT 4 by SalemSaberhagen12, literature
Literature
Freedom's Cost PT 4
------------------------------------Dave-------------------------------------------------------
Dave knew that he was doomed to loose the stare down from the start. That didn't stop him from trying. Grey eyes glared into bright red. The shorter troll growling softly as Dave met his stare dead on.
"Not gonna wear the collar."
"Yes you are..."
"Nope."
"You have to, moron."
"Not your pet, man."
"You are now!" The troll tackled him with a snarl and clipped the red collar around Dave's neck. It was loose but that didn't stop the troll from smir
Freedom's Cost PT 3 by SalemSaberhagen12, literature
Literature
Freedom's Cost PT 3
------------------------ Dave --------------------------------------
The troll's hive was clean, dark, and quiet. Soft carpet muffled both Dave's and the troll's footsteps as they walked into the home.
"You'll be sleeping there." The troll pointed to a large pile of blankets before walking away. Dave collapsed into the pile. The blankets were soft and warm and way better than the floor. Maybe this wasn't going to be so bad after all.
------------------------- John ------------------------------
John stood, shaking horribly, on the stage as trolls passed him. Very few stopped to glance at him before walking away with a scowl. All the go
Freedom's Cost PT 2 by SalemSaberhagen12, literature
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Freedom's Cost PT 2
John watched in horror as the troll led Dave away. It was bad enough that the trolls had killed his father, but now they were taking his new friend away?! They were being sold like slaves or pets or servants!
Tears began to form at the corners of John's eyes, it was too much for him. This was wrong! He wanted this to be over! To wake up from this horrible dream!
He couldn't, because this wasn't a dream. He knew it wasn't a dream. It was real and- Oh why couldn't this be a dream?! Why couldn't this just be a bad dream that John could wake up from and forget?! Why did this have to be real?!
The tears threatened to spill over his cheeks
Freedom's Cost PT 1.2 by SalemSaberhagen12, literature
Literature
Freedom's Cost PT 1.2
A hand landed on Dave's shoulder, causing him to jump slightly and curse under his breath.
"Hey, lil' man." Bro whispered when Dave turned around.
"They got you too? We're doomed..." Dave mumbled, starring at his brother's face, looking for the plan he knew Bro had made.
"Yeah, they came from behind and next thing I know, I'm waking up in a white room." Bro shook his head, "They were too fast..." Where was Bro's plan? It had to be there in his orange eyes!
John shushed the two and pointed at a few people. Trolls were already surrounding the silent humans. Treating them as if they were animals. It was horrible to watch, but Dave coul
Freedom's Cost PT1 by SalemSaberhagen12, literature
Literature
Freedom's Cost PT1
Dave's eyes were wide behind his shades as the two figures behind him pushed him farther and farther from his apartment. They spoke quietly in a mix of chirps, clicks, and growls, making it impossible for Dave to know where it was they were taking him. Out of the corner of his eye he was only able to see that they both wore blue armor with symbols on their wrists.
They gripped Dave's upper arms harshly and he was sure he would have bruises soon from it. Dave had already tried to escape, but it had only resulted in a swift punch to his face and a shock collar. (Which was a bit much saying as it seemed to be thought activated and gave a tru
Another Story Thing by SalemSaberhagen12, literature
Literature
Another Story Thing
I carefully stepped over the vines that littered the ground and studied my surroundings. It felt so strange to look at what was once my home, now covered in small shrubs and vines. The walls slowly crumbling under the weight of the vines and the floor broken to small pieces from burrowing tree roots.
Fox walked right beside me, the little orange cat never left my side. Ever. He had always been with me. I couldn't name a time when he wasn't.
"This way, Fox. Let's see if we can find my bedroom before the sun rises." I whispered and slowly walked to where my room once was. Only one sky blue wall still
Another Story Thing by SalemSaberhagen12, literature
Literature
Another Story Thing
I carefully stepped over the vines that littered the ground and studied my surroundings. It felt so strange to look at what was once my home, now covered in small shrubs and vines. The walls slowly crumbling under the weight of the vines and the floor broken to small pieces from burrowing tree roots.
Fox walked right beside me, the little orange cat never left my side. Ever. He had always been with me. I couldn't name a time when he wasn't.
"This way, Fox. Let's see if we can find my bedroom before the sun rises." I whispered and slowly walked to where my room once was. Only one sky blue wall still
I grabbed the branch above my head and pulled my self up. Below me I could hear the dogs searching for me.
I cursed under my breath as I scraped my hand on the rough tree bark. Luckily the cut wasn't deep. That was good.
“Find the girl and bring her back alive! Those are your orders! Do not fail!” I looked down and saw Makis, a man with eyes as black as night. He was attractive in a way, but dangerous. Oh, so dangerous. He is strong enough to kill some one with a single blow. Any were. He has short, thick, black hair, a lot like mine.
Makis and I, we're from the same strand of DNA. We, along with the dogs, are G.E.L.O.s (pronou
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