The white walled room was his least favorite of all places. It was small, and void of anything of interest. Deep gouges were set along the walls progressing high as the sole inhabitant of the room grew. I killed him to be caged as such, but even more so to know that some how, despite how much he fought, he was helping the people who kept him caged.

From his Perch up on the bed Jay could hear the guards strut down the hall, likely to fetch him for some sort of training. Sure enough a moment later two armed guards swung the door in. "get up." they said, voices hollow. They didn't expect him to listen, rightfully so. "now" one of them added after Jay gave no sign of getting up. He glared at them, sizing them up, looking for a weak spot in their attire. Finding no such spot he begrudgingly stepped off the bed and approached. "I'm going to kill you one of theses days you know?" he chided, his eyes meeting the taller of the guard's. They weren't fazed, he hadn't killed anyone yet.

What came next was the usual for Jay. He approached the guards, they reached out to grab a hold of him. He made a grab for the one of the guns hanging on their side. There'd be a small fight as he struggled to get the gun off one. The other would come to the rescue, pulling him off, then bind his hands behind his back. Then the two would push him along to where ever they needed him to be. Today it was a dark room.

Inside the four white walls was another demi, holding her tail in her hands. His pale yellow eyes stared at her, as though trying to decide weather she was real or not. 

"who are you?" He said, still full of scorn that he'd been bothered so they could toss him in a smaller room with another person.
[@Arista]