Warmth
surrounded me. What's going on? I
felt content, my stomach no longer rumbling. The smooth taste of milk resided
on my tongue, and I could smell canned fish. Am I dead?
It
was difficult to force my eyes open, but I never expected to see the large man
holding me in his arms. He cooed sweet sounding words in a language I didn't
understand. Ren was nowhere to be found.
I must get up. When I stirred my muscles
into action, my stomach rumbled.
The
man said something before dipping his finger in the opened can of fish and
placing it to my mouth.
I
licked at it with a vengeance. Canned food never tasted so good.
He
placed the open can on the ground and sat me on the ground in front of it. He
began speaking in the odd, servant's tongue again--one of the two languages my
mom spoke.
After
devouring the whole can, a spike of guilt pierced my side. In my gluttony, I
had forgotten about Ren. Burning tuna wafted into my nose. "Where
is--"
Sizzle.
Crack. Splatter. A black wave of energy burst from the man's chest. Ren landed
beside me just before the falling corpse came tumbling down.
I
leaped out of the way.
Ren
followed. After locking eyes with me, he sighed. "Are you alright? Did he
hurt you?"
I
couldn't believe what Ren had done to the kind stranger. Hissing, I bared my
teeth and reached out to my toy bag.
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