thenextdestination

I served you all my life. From the moment I could walk, I was taken. To serve you. So why? You trained me. Fed me. Exercized me, and more. So why? We won races, and lost them too. You loved me then. So why? When I was hurt, you would attend to my injuries before yours. You would brush me, and pet me. You were estatic when we won, and praised me even when we lost. So why? And yet, one day as I pulled in second, the horse in first, a big chestnut, looked me in the eye. He said that he was doomed. I was doomed. We all were. So why? Years passed, I grew older, and slower. I was starting to go lame from racing to often on hurt

He ran into the alley, crying and bleeding, nobody cared. Nobody wanted him. The last thing he remembered before falling asleep was collapsing in a heap, watching as the trucks zoomed by. The next thing he knew. It was daylight. But different. This daylight was pure…yet, odd…artificial. He stood up, wearily, rubbing at his eyes. The world was different, unsettlingly quiet. He ran out of the alley, now quite nervous, even the sun looked different. This was odd. Very odd. He let out a cry, just to make sure he could still speak. Two figures advancing towards him, they were to far away to observe well, but he could tell that they were humanoid