Kindness of a Supernatural? (open)

[MACKENZIE AUBREE FETCH]

Mackenzie could already feel her newest bruises, from the guards rough treatment. She was sore and far to tired for this. What she really wanted was a goddamn smoke. Apperently that was far to much to ask. The guards of her new 'home' were exscorting her onto the premises, although she knew the nurses weren't far behind. If they only let go of her for a moment.... She would rip them all to shreds. As if reading her thoughts, she felt to cold barrel of a gun press into her nearly anorexic ribs. She felt the need to egg him on, to dare him to shoot her. Mackenzie had no reason for living, so there was no reason to fear death.

But of course, her nurse wouldn't allow such a thing. Mackenzie could hear the shrill nurse complaining and urging the guard to pull the gun away. She couldn't see the exchange, but could hear the swish of money. A second later the cool steel was pulled off of her silky skin. Mackenzie couldn't figure out why the idiot woman was so worried for her safety. Mackenzie had left four gashing scars across her cheek the first day they met. Just today, when the nurse was administered the sleeping drug, Mackenzie had kicked her square in the jaw. Stupid woman should worry about herself. Although, Mackenzie was pretty much helpless to the guards tormet, which pissed her the fuck off. A black blindfold had been secured over her eyes. Apperently they thought of her as an animal, animals calm down when they can't see. This just made made her anxiety triple. Why couldn't she know where she was going? She already knew the answer. If she knew how to get there, she would be able to get out. Assholes are smarter than they look apperently.

Honestly though, the straight jacket was a bit dramatic. She couldn't even scratch her elbow in the dastardly thing. Someone was going to pay for this obvious abuse. Shouldn't those bastards be sued by now? Come on, she wasn't even dangerous. For the thousandth time, she attempted to pull herself from the guards grasp. Or at least elbow one of them.

Something hard hit the back of her knees, making her drop to the ground. "Stupid bitch, welcome home" she heard a gruff voice growl. Spitting the gravel and dirt from her now bleeding mouth, she rolled onto her back. "Burn in hell human, or better yet, die by the hands of an elemental" she spat, trying unsuccessfully to put herself in a sitting position. This earned her a swift kick to the ribs. Gasping in pain, she was forced onto her side, curled into the fetal position. "Just for that, you can free yourself bitch" a guard growled. Mackenzie listened in shock as her things were dropped and her complaining nurse was pulled away.

They just left her here? She couldn't even fucking see. Stupid humans. How could they treat someone so horribly? Her muscles ached with the strain of the jacket. She could already feel herself over heating in the thick material. She was going to die of heat stroke! What if everyone refused to help her? She would either be eaten by werewolves or a pig at the slaughter for the blood suckers. Rolling onto her stomack, she pulled her knees up, trying to push herself into a sitting position with her forehead. Mackenzie wouldn't let the guards have the satasfaction of seeing her die.

[HEATHER ORCHID]

Heather was much happier now that she was safely in a gang, but that didn't mean she was comfortable staying there all the time. Everyone there was so new and strange to her, and sometimes she felt suffocated in the grove-unable to see far ahead of her or smell the salt of the ocean like at her home. She often needed to go for walks just to clear her head a little. Of course, not as a human-that was much to dangerous. Often as a cat, or sometimes even as a dove. Flying was very therapeutic.

Today, Heather was getting dangerously close to the entrance of Sangvene, but she wasn't noticing yet. She was wandering around as a beautiful white cat. She looked up to the sky and blinked at the beating sun. She was very lucky she had beautiful, light pure white fur rather than black fur to bake her skin. It was still painful on her sensitive eyes though and it was rather hot, so she made sure to stick to the shade.

Suddenly, she heard angry, mean voices saying terribly cruel things. She peeked from behind a fallen garbage can, her white fur spiked up and her sparkling blue eyes wide with curiosity. The poor girl, she was being treated very roughly. She couldn't actually see her, but her enhanced senses recognized her as a shapeshifter, like herself. When the mean guards left, the little white cat scurried from her hiding spot and cautiously approached the girl. "A-are you okay?" she meowed, before realizing that she still wouldn't be able to understand her as she was a cat and the fellow shapeshifter was still human. She slowly sniffed the black blindfold before scampering backwards several paces. She decided she needed to help this girl.

She quickly transformed back into her human form, though many things remained the same. Her wide blue eyes continued to gaze at her cautiously and her and her body remained a pale white colour-as she wore a long white dress. Her feet were covered by white sandals and her long, blonde hair with silky smooth. She was often told she resembled an angel with her innocence and white light-like vibe. She bit the side of her lip and said softly, "Can I help you? Can I remove your blindfold maybe?" she paused, "Who are you?"

NOTES❀ Kitty Form
LYRICS❀ Plant Life - Owl City
CREDITS❀ by Goldy.

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[MACKENZIE AUBREE FETCH]

Mackenzie finally managed to push herself onto her knees. After what seemed like hours. Beads of sweat slipped into the blindfold to sting her eyes without warning. She was nearly panting like a dog. The heat was already getting to be too much for her. This really sucked. Why did everything have to suck so hard? Mackenzie didn't feel she had done anything wrong. It wasn't like she had hurt anyone. Anyone important anyway. Taking long deep breaths, she attempted to figure out what to do next. The most logical answer would be too get out of the sun, after taking off this bloody blindfold. All Mackenzie truly wanted to do was shift forms and tear everyone in a ten mile radius to tiny chew-able pieces. It wasn't cannibalism when she was in her panther form. A smirk crossed her lips at this thought. God, she was a crazy bitch sometimes. At the moment though, she was a crazy bitch who needed to get a fucking smoke. Mackenzie seriously needed to relieve some fucking stress.

Se could always shift forms. Take on her panther form and rip everyone to shreds. Of course, if she shifted now, her fore-limbs (arms) would break from the odd angle. Felines couldn't stretch in such an angle. Everyone knew that an injured or lame feline was a dead feline. Others would come to feed or her horridly ugly corpse. No, that wasn't an option. Although not afraid of death, Mackenzie had a new found reason for living. To kill those fucking humans that put her in here. They would not get away with this bullshit.Just imagine the fucking terror she could brew. They thought she was bad now, they haven't seen her with determination deep in her eyes. Bitches about to fucking die. She would stay alive just to end their horrid lives. No, thats would be too good. They used her as a test subject, sticking fucking needles in her all day. She would torture those bitches. She was fine, she hadn't needed their help.

The sudden sound of a kitten, sent her over the edge. Grunting in surprise, she instinctively jumped backwards. Although being on her knees, she soon found herself on her back. She didn't know why her first instinct was to jump, but thats what it had been. Stupid instincts. Rolling onto her stomach, she quickly braced for an attack. There was no way of knowing who was there. It could be a spy for the bloodsuckers. They couldn't come out at night and they were always friends with cats. Or the animal could be running from the werewolves, which would mean their coming this way. Freezing, her trained her ears, to pick up any sound.

The sound that met her was not one she was expecting. The scuff of shoes hit the road, and made her blink in confnusion. It was a light sound, obviously coming from a light weighted person. Either a small boy or a slim female. She was willing to bet on the second one. The innocent voice that suddenly found itself inside her mind, shocked her in its softness. Anyone in such a place should be cruel and rude. This voice. Their was no way its owner could be either. She felt an odd warming in her chest, one usualy saved for her twin. Taking a deep breath, she answered the female. "I am Mackenzie, new to....here..... anyway, I would really appreciate some help actually. I'll even help you some time in return" she murmured softly, a soft smile tugging at her lips. Maybe not all humans were horrid.

[HEATHER ORCHID]

Heather was pleased that the girl seemed not to be too vicious. Not entirely unfriendly like so many around here. She bit the side of her lip before approaching the girl. As she gently untied and removed the blindfold she introduced herself. "I'm Heather, shapeshifter. I'm so sorry those mean people were so horrid to you!" she said sympathetically, though it wasn't Heather's fault that the people were mean. She remembered idly when she was put in Sangvene.

Heather winced at the feeling of tight handcuffs around her tender wrists. Dressed in the same white dress that she'd been arrested in, she kept her head down and did everything the guards asked her do. Her arms were covered in purple bruises and salty tears covered her pink cheeks. The security around her was very small, only two guards were around her, one with a hand on each of her arms. One had narrowed eyes in disgust and mistrust of her. Heather didn't like looking at him. He was scary. The other one looked at her with pity, but was submissive to the older one. They were in a small Jeep-like vehicle. The exhaust from the engine made Heather want to faint, she wasn't used to such smells (as she grew up in a very eco-friendly environment). Suddenly, the jeep stopped. The nicer guard took off her cuffs and the scary guard pushed her. She fell out of the car and landed on her back, dazed. They closed the door behind her and backed out of the camp. She sat there, crying and wiping her cheeks with her red, irritated wrists. The sky was dark and she looked behind her, seeing dark red eyes and a smirk. She screamed, backing away. She then heard more footsteps behind her and turned, terrified. It was a tall older man, with a gentle gaze. He took her hand and gestured to the ground below the vampire, causing the earth to break beneath it and it fell into pit. He then grasped her and they ran down the street together, "I'm Pete." was all he said.

Heather gave a mental sigh at the thought of that day. Everyone needed a helping hand around here, especially if they were new. She dropped the blindfold and asked with soft eyes, "Can I get the buckles of your back? That jacket looks mighty silly and uncomfortable."

NOTES❀ Kitty Form
LYRICS❀ Plant Life - Owl City
CREDITS❀ by Goldy.

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[MACKENZIE AUBREE FETCH]

Orbs slowly opened as she felt the fabric being pulled from her face. She already knew the girl would be able to see the black eye and the new scars upon her used-to-be perfect face. She couldn't care, she had better things to worry about. Her eyes opened and closed quickly in the suddenly bright atmosphere. It wasn't supposed to be this bright. How long had she been there? Who knew. As her eyesight adjusted, she caught herself looking at the most innocent girl she had ever seen in her life. She reminded her of Dakota, when they were younger. This thought sent a pang of raw pain through her body, into her heart. She couldn't think about Dakota, not now.

A shapeshifter? This girl? Was like her? But she was so innocent, she had to be human. Although it would explain the mewing sounds of before."I... am a shifter... I can't shift in this.... jacket.." she murmured softly, watching the female closely. A soft smirk held up the corner of her mouth. "Why do they call it a straight jacket? I feel more crooked than ever" she said softly, attempting to make a joke. The girl seemed full of anxiety. Which wasn't necessarily a good thing.

Nodding at the girls question, she smiled. "Yeah, that would be nice, I promise I will pay you back sometime" she answered softly. She contemplated moving, but she would just end up making a fool of herself. Again. "What was your name? I'm Mackenzie" she said softly, not sure how to take this sort of situation. She wasn't one to make friends, and she wasn't one to make enemies. She never asked people for help. So in two ways, this was way weird for her. "Hey, do you have a smoke by any chance?"

[HEATHER ORCHID]

Heather nodded when she said she was a shifter, but she had already known that-though she didn't say anything in case that this girl, Mackenzie was her name? In case that Mackenzie thought that that was creepy that she could tell that by her scent. She walked over to Mackenzie and laughed lightly at her joke, though it didn't seem to make her any less tense about the situation. She she had no idea whom Mackenzie was, but still-she seemed nice enough. She quickly undid the buckles on the jacket, her long, elegant fingers working quickly and then helped pull off the jacket now, letting the girl go.

"Heather." she repeated with a smile, "My name is Heather Orchid.". She gave a shrug and wiped her hands on the side of her dress. Heather than stood up and gestured to the shadows, away from the camp entrance. "You'll probably want to get out of the sun. It's hot out and... it's dangerous out in the open." she bit her lip at the question of smokes. She disliked cigarettes. They were one of the few things she simply hated and she had absolutely love the fact there were none in Sangvene. "Well, um. Actually. No. I have no cigarettes. Actually, there are none here at all in Sangvene." she shrugged, "I'm sorry."

NOTES❀ Kitty Form
LYRICS❀ Plant Life - Owl City
CREDITS❀ by Goldy.

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