The Torture House
This is a story you’ll never forget; this is my life story in a 3rd person version. I’ll cut all the chit-chat and tell you the story now.

THUMP! A baby chevaun fell to the ground. Chevauns are like horses but chevauns are more valuable and can be any colour. It was Christmas day. The snow was falling and everyone was happy. The same day a baby chevaun, who was dark green with a brown mane and tail, was taken away from his very sick mother at birth. His mother sadly passed away soon after the baby chevaun was born, as she didn’t have the strength to live. Every night, two horse like creatures kept going in there and giving him food.

His owner was an evil man. He wanted a girl chevaun. He had a vicious dog that also hated the little chevaun.

Many times this chevaun tried to escape but all he got was a very hard wallop with a whip a lion tamer would use. All this chevaun with no name wanted was a taste of freedom. The little chevaun sighed sadly”, I wish I was free and had a name,”
He wondered if his dream would ever come true.

One dark, rainy, miserable winters evening the chevaun’s owner, Jack, had a horrendous day at work. He stormed into the chevaun’s stable.

BANG! Jack slammed the door angrily. The knives in the stables rattled too much to be comfortable with, fell to the ground barely missing the chevaun. Then his dog, Rex, and he bit the chevaun badly several times.

When he left the chevaun said, ” He usually only beats me up for 1 hour not 2!”

That night the little chevaun lay down. He thought, “Everything will be ok!” The chevaun knew he’d be ok; he’d been through that before. He did feel agonising pain all around his body, but he knew he’d make it through the night.

A few weeks later and the chevauns health got worse and worse. One day Jack was really sick of having the chevaun around so he took him to a cliff. It wasn’t just any cliff it was the tallest cliff in the country. At the bottom of the cliff there was a river full of crocodiles.

Jack got a tiny head collar and put it on the chevaun and then got a lead rope.

“I’m going to get rid of you once and for all!” Jack hissed angrily.

He lead him to the cliff, he wanted the chevaun to fall off.

“Come get the carrot boy! Come on!” Jack said, trying to bribe the chevaun to follow the carrot and fall off the cliff. Once the carrot was over the cliff’s edge, the chevaun had nothing to do with it.

The chevaun laughed. “Bring it on! I never knew humans were so stupid; I’m bigger and stronger so he can’t push me off. I’ll never go over that cliff edge.”

He ran away from Jack. Then Jack puffed “”I’m going to have to push you off this cliff!”

The chevaun kept on running away. Jack grabbed the lead rope and pulled. He got his German Shepard, Rex, to help him. The chevaun flung his head back in attempt to get Jack to drop the lead rope. Instead Rex went flying over the cliff edge.

“You killed my dog you beast!” Jack shouted. Jack grabbed his lion tamer whip.

Fighting and whipping the chevaun long and hard, finally Jack got really tired. The chevaun gave one last shove. Suddenly Jack toppled over the cliff edge falling in a lake full of crocodiles.

“Oh No!” The chevaun thought in his head” What should I do? I could go home and wait for the RSPCA to come or stay here and try fending for myself. URGHH I’m so confused!” The chevaun was hungry, scared and alone. He felt a raindrop past him with a little bit touching him. It made his spine tingle.

Suddenly, a pack of hungry vicious wolves wanted some chevaun for dinner. They were frothing at the moth and growling loudly. The wolves were nearly as skinny as the chevaun.

The chevaun sprinted through the thick mud with the wolves closely behind him. He went faster ‘til he couldn’t see the wolves anymore. There was two-way turn. He galloped to the turn. He swiftly turned right. There was an amazing lake there. The rain poured. He didn’t care he ran to it and drank. He felt much better to quench his thirst.

The wolves ran but turned left and they ended falling off the cliff too.

The chevaun lay in the mud. Then he started to fell dizzy.” URGH I don’t feel so good!”

THUMP! The chevaun fainted. He was so skinny many passers by thought the chevaun died of starvation. Many passers by would say,” URGH! They should really clean up them dead bodies!”
Was the chevaun really dead? Or was he alive?

When the chevaun woke up he heard voices “Hey! Hey! Are you ok?”

“Urghhh! What happened?” The chevaun asked.

“Well you got the wolves away, then you sort of fainted,” one chevaun said.

One chevaun, Storm the leader, was orange with a yellow mane and tail and a blaze down his face. He had beautiful brown eyes and his hooves where perfectly white. He loved adventures and was really brave

The other chevaun, Neon, was black and green. He had a blend pattern and the only male chevaun with the blend pattern. He preferred running to adventures but he was brave, although he didn’t think it.

“Hey what’s your name? “ Neon asked.

“Actually,” the chevaun said, “I don’t have a name.”

“Well that’s a darn shame,” Storm comforted the chevaun.

” When’s your birthday? Just so we have an idea for your name.”

“Well my birthday is on Christmas day,” The chevaun said.
“How about Santa’s little helper?” Neon suggested.

“Don’t be so stupid!” Storm shouted, “that isn’t a good name!”

“Do you like it?” Neon asked.

“Yeah!” Santa’s Little Helper said.

“Come on!” Storm said brightly,” Lets go for a walk by the cliff!”

They reached the cliff. It was really windy and it was very dangerous. The crocodiles licked their lips when they saw the three chevaun.
“Ignore them scaly green idiots,” Storm said,” there nothing but trouble.”

“I’m starting to get a bit tired,” Santa’s little Helper, said wearily.

“Ok then lets go you need your strength before we do this again.”

“When we get back Santa try wash some of that blood off.” Storm said sternly.

When Santa got back he was to tired and lay down and went to sleep, not washing any blood off.

The next morning, when Storm and Neon went for a graze, Santa’s Little Helper jumped into the freezing pond.
“Huh?” he said very confused,” some of the blood isn’t coming off!”

Storm and Neon appeared through a bush.

“I heard the blood won’t come off you Santa,” Storm said.

“It actually looks like a really cool pattern not like blood at all!” Neon said.

“Can we see your place?” Strom and Neon asked.

“Yeah!” Santa’s Little Helper said happily.

They travelled for a while but only to find a horrific sight.
The stables were up in flames.

“Come on lets just go home,” Santa’s Little Helper said very sadly.

They arrived at the pond. “Sorry Santa I really am,” Storm said.

“It OK!” Santa replied,” I didn’t really like the place anyway,”
Storm and Neon talked for a bit the nodded.

“Well if you want we’ll take you to an RSPCA centre but I would like you to stay here but you can choose,” Storm said.

“I like it here!” Santa’s Little Helper said.

Suddenly a giant phoenix flew down.

“Watch Out!” Santa shouted.

“Hi Sam!” Neon said brightly.

“Hi Neon, Storm well I’m a busy bee, got to go!”

I know my life’s been hard, but it’s all paid off! I’m still good friends with Neon and Storm. I’m an also really good friend with Sam too! My burnt place became a wildlife vets. My life is perfect! Well I have to go Bye People. I’ll be back!

By Ailish Beat