Prologue
I'm curled up in a ball, trying to keep warm. I can hear the faint click of shoes coming down the hall that leads to my cell. At the sound of voices, I lift my head. A pale man with long black hair and golden cat-like eyes is looking through the viewing window at me.
"Open the door."
He speaks with a commanding voice. The men with him bow and obey, opening the door that leads to my cell. I begin to growl. The man pays no attention to it and continues to walk towards me. Without warning, I launch myself at the electrical bars that separate us, howling at him.
"This is your fault! This is all your fault! If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be stuck here! I'll kill you, you asshole! Let me out of here so I can rip your throat out, you god damn bitch!"
I hit the bars and bounce away, electricity running through me. I don't pay attention to it; instead, I launch myself at the bars again. The man looks at me, cocking his head to the side before speaking to the mean behind him.
"What is she saying?"
"Um, well sir, we aren't quite sure. From what we've come to understand, that's the fox language. She probable speaks it due to the, um, experiments. All we can understand is the tone. She uses it one us all the time."
"I take it the tone isn't a good one."
"Um, well, um… well, no sir it isn't. That's the 'go fuck your selves' tone.' It means she's really pissed."
"I see. Drop the field."
"The men look at the man in surprise.
"B-But sir!"
"I said drop it!"
The men look at him with looks of fear on their faces, then comply.
"Yes Sir!"
As I jump at the bars again, the electrical field disappears and I launch myself at the man, snarling. In one fluid motion, he moves to the side and catches me by my hair. Whimpering, I hang motionless as he holds me.
"I like her attitude. I'll be by to pick her up tomorrow."
With those words he gently sets me back in the cell. I watch as the bars are reactivated and the man walks away.
I lay still, pretending to be sick. If that man is coming today, I want to be gone before he's here. I here the voices of my caretakers as they come to check on me.
"Holy shit! Something's wrong with her. Go get the Medics."
"Right."
I listen as one of the men rushes away.
"I hope she'll be alright. If she isn't, Lord Orochimaru will skin us alive…"
I don't wait for the rest of his sentence; I shoot up and quickly shoot out the open door.