Moiety... one of two equal parts. She didn't know this when she adopted the name. All she knew was that she needed one. Moi was told that she was born with her lovely, brave, strong sister. She believed it. Out of all of her mistakes made, this was the worst. Had she had any sense like Fury she would have known something was wrong. But she didn't see through the windows, even when they were wide open. Unlike the name she chose for herself, he was not one of two equal parts. She was nothing. That was what she was told. That was what she believed. When she was young, she had been whipped with strands of horrible words. She had no idea how many lies were weaved into them. But her life was in much more vivid detail. Some parts were like dessert, given to you to make you feel better after a horrible event. But some were more like a sour apple. If you pick the wrong one, you end up with shreds of the horrible thing stuck in your mouth for long periods of time. It can make you embarrassed to speak. Afraid to stand up for yourself. Fearful of what lies beyond the box that you are throttled in instead of cradled. But The Man would soon learn that Moi's tongue is different from others. It never forgets the bitterness, never forgives it, but doesn't let it drive her down. Instead, it picks her up. Soon The Man would learn. At least, that's what Moiety was told.
Stuck
Stuck. That was the first word Moi thought of when she tried to describe the cave she was in. She was only six at the time, along with her larger, more powerful sister. Moiety didn't feel envious towards her, however. She felt happy that her sister was the one liked the most. She didn't know they were only being used, but soon she would learn. Her and her sister were walking to where The Man had called them from. Moi looked around at her surroundings, and had to catch herself before she gasped. Fluttering around was a lost bright blue butterfly. They rarely made themselves into the cave, and when they did The Man usually smacked them until they burst into brown blobs. But Moi knew that since he was busy, she could see at least a glimpse of the outside world before it was demolished. The butterfly was aware of the danger, and whenever The Man even flinched, it flew up as high as possible. Moiety made sure that she didn't give any clues to where the butterfly was when this happened, and as she took a seat on a rise in the cold stone, she made sure to catch a glimpse of The Man. He was staring at them down his long pointed snout, and n=snorted with dignity (if he even had any) when Moi smiled at him. She didn't understand. Did he not like her? But as soon as she finished that thought, the straight man cleared his thought and glared at her and Fury. "You," he said, using what he always called Moi. "Get your hair out of your eyes so I can see them." Moi made a small clicking sound with her teeth as she brushed away her curly hair, but stopped when The Man shot her an angry glare. As soon as his gaze on her was off, she slowly moved her eyes to view the butterfly. She ignored his voice as she though of what it would be like to fly. A simple, happy life. Free from the laws that bounded her to land. The butterfly seemed happy... happy until The Man smacked it against the wall. Moiety let out a small scream as a dark blue bead of goo dripped onto The Man's hand, and tried hard not to bite her bottom lip. It wasn't gross at all, but Moi guessed she had to do something to keep The Man from figuring out where she was looking. "Why'd you do that?!" She whispered a little too loudly. The Man snarled at her and strutted up. "No. BACKTALKING!" He hissed though his clenched teeth as he roughly slapped her little face. She cried out in pain, steaming tears streaming down her reddened face. Her eyes were swollen shut, and now the tears flowed more slowly. Her head was making throbbing sounds and it was impossible to hear, except for the time she heard Fury shrieking in rage, then in pain as well. How can he be so mean without caring? She whimpered in her thoughts. She knew this was wrong, but she couldn't bare to feel the feeling of needles piercing every inch of her skin and fur. This was so far the worst pain she had felt in her life. She would soon feel even worse, but then she didn't know that. Then it was only the present, no future, and only six short years of a lonely, painful past. She knew she couldn't stand to be here anymore. That in another year of this cave might make her crazy, but there was no point in standing up now. It would bring nothing but a bloody face and guilty yet uncaught maroon splattered hands. For now she would hold on. She had to. Letting go meant death... or worse.
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