so this is meant to be a bit dark humor ish for the next vol of my short stories, one that isn't all too serious and what not. so this is just a rough draft of the intro to it
He stood in crowded cage of normally flimsy wire, but in this instance rather strong. Not chicken wire but still damn strong. He commanded the situation easily enough, strutting towards the back of the cage pushing aside his female counterparts who were crowded in with him. Six to a cage seemed to be the rule of thumb. At least that's what he gathered from looking at the surrounding cages, to the top, bottom d sides of him, even from behind. Six to a cage, but he was lucky number seven. Yeah, lucky. A light shone down the thickly clouded hallway, sending a wave of prison-yard yells as the visitor passed the cages. He hid the best he could, the light getting nearer as it flashed into each individual cage, the ladies squawking in horror. The travelling sun found its way to the his out of the thousand of cages, and stopped. Flashing bright into his eyes it blinded him and his company. "I see you," A boy's voice whispered. The boy slid the doorway up with as much as rusting wire could produce. A slim hand barely fit through the entrance, but he still held his spot still as a statue with prayers that the hand would take the one next to him. The boy hooked his fingers around both his legs and tugged them off the cage floor with ease. He sent several jabs onto the hand but a gloved layer absorbed each one. Panic sent impulses to his arms to catch the sides of the doors. He flapped for a better grip, but with feathers in the stead of thumbs, caused for several failed attempts. He passed through the small door with slippery ease despite the constant struggling. "Sorry fella, no use for boys here." The boy spoke above his clucks of terror. None of those watching seemed to care. They sat watching him, his fellow inmates looking everywhere but him. Help me! He cock-a-doodle-dooed. The boys stretched his body out over his knee; talons pointed straight, neck clutched tightly between the boys fingers and pulled the two in opposite directions. Pain choked his clucks, wings flapped in agony. He pulled tighter, straining to keep control of the body, until there was a pop. He went limp. Pain subsided, the body gave a couple of twitches and into the black abyss of plastic he went.
He stood in crowded cage of normally flimsy wire, but in this instance rather strong. Not chicken wire but still damn strong. He commanded the situation easily enough, strutting towards the back of the cage pushing aside his female counterparts who were crowded in with him. Six to a cage seemed to be the rule of thumb. At least that's what he gathered from looking at the surrounding cages, to the top, bottom d sides of him, even from behind. Six to a cage, but he was lucky number seven. Yeah, lucky.
A light shone down the thickly clouded hallway, sending a wave of prison-yard yells as the visitor passed the cages. He hid the best he could, the light getting nearer as it flashed into each individual cage, the ladies squawking in horror. The travelling sun found its way to the his out of the thousand of cages, and stopped. Flashing bright into his eyes it blinded him and his company. "I see you," A boy's voice whispered.
The boy slid the doorway up with as much as rusting wire could produce. A slim hand barely fit through the entrance, but he still held his spot still as a statue with prayers that the hand would take the one next to him.
The boy hooked his fingers around both his legs and tugged them off the cage floor with ease. He sent several jabs onto the hand but a gloved layer absorbed each one. Panic sent impulses to his arms to catch the sides of the doors. He flapped for a better grip, but with feathers in the stead of thumbs, caused for several failed attempts. He passed through the small door with slippery ease despite the constant struggling.
"Sorry fella, no use for boys here." The boy spoke above his clucks of terror. None of those watching seemed to care. They sat watching him, his fellow inmates looking everywhere but him. Help me! He cock-a-doodle-dooed.
The boys stretched his body out over his knee; talons pointed straight, neck clutched tightly between the boys fingers and pulled the two in opposite directions. Pain choked his clucks, wings flapped in agony. He pulled tighter, straining to keep control of the body, until there was a pop. He went limp. Pain subsided, the body gave a couple of twitches and into the black abyss of plastic he went.