A little monster named Mayla :01

Thunder roared beyond the dusty old window pane of Mayla's bedroom. She gazed out of it in wonder as a bright bolt of lightning lit up the dark sky.

A smile lit up her young face and her eye's shined with excitement as she awaited the next strike.

The room was old and dusty, scattered with ancient pieces of cloth and paper, an old fashioned bed stood in the centre, it's metal frame covered in rust.

Mayla giggled and jumped as another clap of thunder sounded, followed closely by many forks of lightning. The small, dark wings protruding from her back shuddered slightly.

Lightning was something that Mayla truly loved; it made her feel, alive. Not that she was dead but sometimes, in her world, it felt almost as though she was. To everyone else she was a monster, a creature with dark, sharp wings, fangs and claws. Her long dark purple hair bounced lightly as she restlessly jumped up and down, her pink eyes glinting in the light of the next lightning strike.

To strangers, she was to be feared, however what they didn't know, is that this so called monster is nothing more than an innocent child. Living, feeling, learning, just like any other child, but unlike most other children, suffering, in pain, locked up away from the world. Ruled by fear.

Mayla's chest rose and fell softly, the storm was over and she lay sleeping on the dusty bed, wrapped up in blankets.

The sun slowly began to rise, casting a line of light over the floor from the small, high window. Mayla awoke to the sound of banging, she sat up quickly and stared at the door, the banging got louder and louder and as it did Mayla found her heart beginning to beat faster and faster in her chest. She found herself smiling at the excitement, waiting to know what would happen next. The door began to buckle and in sprinted a group of men dressed in military uniform. Before Mayla knew what had happened she had been lifted off her bed and was being tied up and carried roughly out of the room. Her eye's shone, this was the first time she had ever left that room, she didn't care much that she was in danger, all that mattered was that something was happening.

To be continued! Please Rate! =)