Essay on My First Time As A Monster
I don’t want to answer it.
I’m back in the room, I woke up for the first time as a demon in this stupid rebel base. There are two guards constantly posted at my door, and it’s been nearly five days since we arrived. We was easy to escape the lab once in the carrier and within an hour, we picked up Walker and Skye.
Flying was partly terrifying since mine and Flich’s flying skills are horrible. Even when Jensen woke up, he was in no condition to fly. He actually ended up passing out again. We were flying fine until the rebels let off a few rockets, damaging our engines. We were forced to land and were instantly surrounded. They would have probably killed us if they hadn’t seen Jensen, still unconscious and in need of medical attention.
Thankfully, the rebels who brought us in didn’t have a clue on who or what I was. I was completely free until I came face to face with Samuel. And from that moment, I got thrown into this white walled room, alone and once again trapped.
Another knock booms from the door, harsh and loud. I grumble under my breath, annoyed, as I sit up and swing my legs over the edge of the bed. I’ve actually slept a little the past few nights after nearly a week of no sleep and I feel super energized because of it. The pounding knocking continues and I yell back, irritated, “Alright, alright. I’m coming.”
I swing the door open and my annoyance disappears as Jensen stands before me. His arm…