The great predation

This is a story that I usually write in the bus when I get bored here it is! 
I will keep writing this eventually, but for now, here's all I've got :D 
Prologue 
The rain poured down on that fatally rainy day.
    Everybody knew that is was bad luck for rain to fall, but today was special. We were a peaceful tribe, we didn't want war of pain, we just wanted happiness and friends. We were the best tribe that could ever exist.
    ... That is until the Great Predation, a day that would change everything. Dragons fell from the skies, twice as big as us, and stole our food, kicked us out of our homes, and treated us like animals. We didn't understand what they were saying, but they still persisted. They showed us scrolls and roared at us, and all we could muster in return were whimpers. Some dragons began to kill us, and soon it was discovered that our blood is the best thing they have ever tasted.
    
    To them, our blood is like a drug that takes away all pain or bad emotion, and in return makes them want more. We were being eaten all across our peaceful island, and some even flew away with our carcasses. The ChillWings were no longer the peaceful, happy tribe we used to be. We're now sad, scared, and out for revenge.
Part one: The Sewers
Chapter one
    Our family has been hiding in a delivery facility for years. We found a sewer somewhere in the back after being shipped to Pyrrhia, and we went inside and hid. Turns out, we're not the first. Dozens of ChillWings are hiding there. It's their only hope. Otherwise they'd still be unconcious and on a plate at a fancy restaurant. My mother always told me the story of how she escaped with my egg from the breeding grounds at our island and hid. She was eventually found and shipped. Apparently the stronger ChillWings 'taste better'. This is pretty disgusting. Who would eat a dragon like that? We heard the dragons talking about how we tasted like "the most delicious SandWing deserts mixed with some adrenaline and joy". I decided to test this theory. I tried knawing on my arm. I tasted nothing special. Maybe it was just a Predator thing. Us Prey thought that we tasted like dust and weirdness. Some even gag at the idea of eating a fellow dragon.
    But here we are, I guess. Anyways, my mother told me to write this diary to give to the dragons and show them our true feelings. We wanted to show them, we didn't mean any harm, and we didn't want them to, either. I love my mother, she really thinks that I can save the world. Many times I've tried to remind her that I'm nothing special, but she persists. She says someday ChillWings are going to write stories about me and I'll be the most famous dragon alive. I don't believe her, but it's nice to know that someone believes in me and loves me that much.
    I never knew who father was, but I always assumed he was weak. Even still, mother told me stories about my father. He told me how he was the most handsome dragon she ever knew. She told me how he would kill a million dragons just to protect her. I didn't believe her. How could he be oh so brave but still get caught and eaten? I guess I don't really know how to feel. How can I love my father if I never even met him? Oh well, I have more important things to worry about, like the noises above. Mother said we were safe down here, but every once in a while I hear pounding up top, like talons trying to pry something open. The noises always silenced down in the night, but they were still very ... unsettling...
Chapter two
    One day a noise pierced my ears while I was trying to sleep. This is uncommon, as normally, the noises of the dragons above quiet down, but today, I heard a big wrenching 'BANG'. Screams. Blood. Pain. And then darkness. I couldn't react to how fast this was happening, but next thing I knew, I awoke in a refrigerator.
    All my fears were coming true, getting caught by the big dragons and eaten, execpt they weren't very good at trapping ChillWings. For one, they left the door open, and second, they kept us in an open fenced area. Even though ChillWings don't have wings, we have incredibly sharp claws for climbing up any kind of wall, especially a measly fence. I crossed it easily and searched for a way into a sewer system, but not out in public. NEVER out in public, where I'll surely be kidnapped and eaten. I walked out through the kitchen stealthily, when I froze. There was a DRAGON RIGHT THERE. I hid behind the nearest garbage can and watched. She was treating a customer. The customer was placing their order, and she began walking back toward the kitchen.
    
    I stood still behind the can, not making a sound. The dragon went into the refrigerator and pulled out an unconcious ChillWing. This dragon though, they were familliar. I realized. Familliar BECAUSE THEY WERE MY MOTHER.
Chapter three
    I scrambled to the sight. The dragon looked around. I froze. Then the dragon put mother on some sort of board and pulled out a long, sharp knife. I begin to sweat. This is what ChillWings are taught to fear. "One authentic ChillWing snout, coming up!" The dragon announced. She raised her knife to cut, and I ran. I ran like the wind towards this dragon and knocked the knife out of her hands, while also gripping the dragon with my razor-sharp claws to the ground in one swift motion. The dragon roared and lifted herself. The room began to get hot, and the dragon let out a strange hissing noise. Then a giant plume of flame shot out of her mouth, directly at me. I grabbed mother and I ran. The dragon was getting up, talon to her head. She looked like I gave her a huge headache.
    
    She turned to me with bloodshot eyes and dashed in my direction. She grabbed mother by the arm and yanked her out of her grip. "RUN BACK TO THE REFRIGERATOR, LITTLE CHILLWING, OR YOU'LL BE NEXT." The dragon began to squeeze my mother's wrist harder and harder, until it popped. Blood spewed on the red floor. "NO!" I yelled. "I REFUSE TO LET YOU MURDER MY MOTHER!" The dragon just stared at me for a moment. Then she grabbed my back and began to walk me back to the refrigerator. "LET ME- ARGH -GO!" I yelled, but to no use. She threw me and mother against the wall. Hard. The good thing was that mother isn't dead. The dragon took another ChillWing instead.
    
    "STAY IN THERE, USELESS LIZARD." She ushered at me. She slammed the refrigerator door. I could hear muffled screams from the ChillWing she took. I looked through the window. I saw the dragon put him on a cutting board and then... well, no more ChillWing. His decapitated head rolled on the ground, still screaming for a few more seconds, but then it stops. The dragon takes the head and cuts off it's snout. She puts it on a plate and sprays spices on it. Then she puts the snout in the oven. I was deeply terrified. I had to do something about this. As a dragonet, I was always told by my mother that I would be a hero. That I would fell dragons with just my rigid talons. But I often shrugged it off, or "confirmed" that I would do that when I grow up, only to keep believing I never would.
    But today could be different. I could change the world, if I understood how...
Part two: The Proposal
Chapter four
    The freezer was not only filled with ChillWings, but it was filled with a fair amount of large boxes and chunks of meat (probably ChillWing liver). I decided to put these rescources to use. I took blood vessels from the meat (yuck, but it's what had to be done) and some boxes. I tied the boxes together using these vessels. I created a sort of heavy pole, and with the help of the other ChillWings, we lifted it and repeatedly hit the door with it. Dents appeared, then cracks, until eventually there was a hole in the door. I looked at my fellow ChillWings and bid them a farewell (hopefully not final).
    
    I walked into the kitchen, and spied on this dragon. I took a few of the boxes with me. I stealthily approached the dragon, hiding behind counters and bloody garbage cans. Then, when I feelt i was close enough, I threw the box. I missed her head, and I started to sweat (have I been caught? I don't want to die pathetically...). But the dragon turned towards the box and walked over to pick it up. Now's my chance! I charged silently at this dragon and grabbed her by the neck, sinking my claws into where her vocal chords should be. "Please..." the dragon said in a drowned whisper. "Let me go, whoever you are..." I just looked at the dragon. Her neck was bleeding. Have I become a monster? Am I like the bigger dragons, killing others for fun? No. I'm fighting for my life, the lives of others, and the lives of anyone who may live in the future. 
Chapter five
    
    "I... have a proposal." I uttered. The dragon looked at me. Her face suddenly filled with rage. "You..." she whispered. "Yes... it's me again." I responded "I'm willing to let you go... under THREE conditions." "Which three?" She whispered in response. "Alright." I prepared my three reasons. "First of all, you never speak of this incident to ANYONE. You hear me? If you do, nobody will believe you, and I'll be after you. Tell them it was a panther or a lion." "What a work day..." The dragon uttered. "Fine." "Okay. Second of all, you need to quit this job and tell everybody there's a cleanliness problem. Spread a bunch of meat all over the place." I stated. "I hate ChillWings." The dragon coldly replied. "I'll take that as a yes. Finally, you shall take us to the nearest sewer and leave us all there. Never disclose this location to anybody." I replied.
    
    "Get. off. me." the dragon warned. I didn't budge. The dragon began to lift a talon toward her neck, but I just sqeezed harder. Her arm snapped back. "So what's your name, anyway? If I someday end up saving the ChillWing tribe, I need to know the name of the first dragon I used to do it." I inquire. "It's Ember. Now LET ME GO!" she roared. Her recovery of her vocal chords shocked me. I understood that communication would be harder now, but I squeezed her neck harder until she had lost her voice completely. I didn't want her to attract any customers that were more into live prey. Her pupils shrinked. Her face turned pale.
Chapter six
    
    For a moment, I thought Ember had died. That would be unfortunate, considering I needed her to escape. But then she started to cry, which confirmed she was alive. For a moment, I felt bad for Ember, but I held it in. I can't show compassion. Not until we escape, anyway. "So. Will you follow my steps to keep whatever is left of your life?" I asked, one final time. Ember's bloodshot eyes turned to me. She nodded slowly. "Perfect." I said as I loosened my grip on her neck. I had forgotten she couldn't breath while held. Anyway, Ember followed me to the fridge, where other ChillWings were waiting inside.
    The ChillWings began to hide behind eachother, fearing they'd be picked and cooked. Then they realized I was with Ember. The group started to loosen up a little. "Is she with us?" one of then asked. "Wanna know something great?" I asked, hyping the group up. "Yes!" a few dragons screamed. "She's with us, and she agreed to all three rules!" I said. The group cheered. Ember stomped her claws. "Now Ember, you made an agreement. The first part of it is to never tell anybody, and I kind of guaranteed that anyway." Ember's face looked hurt. I had taken off a very dragon part of her, after all. "Your second agreement is to quit this job and have no one ever try to take it ever again." I said
    You know what that means!
Chapter seven
    After throwing pieces of meat around and breaking furniture for a little while, the restaurant looked in desperate need for repair. "Now the final condition was to take us somewhere safe." I opened the back door to the restaurant. "Lead the way." Ember started walking out the door.
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