Saturday, October 10, 2009
The human cowered in a corner of a large cage, his arms wrapped tight around his legs. The angry crowd threw currents like daggers at him, though none appeared to reach his side. A raucous laugh gurgled from one of the female Unhumans, the one with the tight braids. “See how we still enjoy him? Even after all this time?” The crowd clapped in approval. Grace’s fingernails dug into Jonathan’s waist. He pried them back, but still held her tight. Who was this mortal?