Hello! My name is Sahara. And I'm here to tell you my sad and strange story of what really happened that fateful night in New York City when the creature attacked…

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I yawned, turning my head to the right to look at my cheap, baby blue electric alarm clock. Seven o' clock in the evening. I sighed heavily, turning back to whatever the hell I was watching on my 50 x 50 inch flat screen T.V.

"Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice," the little gothic cartoon girl, Lydia Deetz, shouted into her dresser mirror.

Almost immediately, a blonde guy in a black and white stripped suit appeared in her mirror and winked seductively at her. "Hey, Babes!"

I scoffed. "When will you win Lydia's heart, Beetlejuice?" I asked myself, chuckling slightly. I popped my neck, looking around my one bedroom cell the scientist called "Apartment".

To my right was a small kitchen barely big enough to support me. The door to the bathroom to the right of that. And the door (which, for your information, is covered of pictures of Lydia and Beetlejuice (cartoons), Gir from Invader Zim, Jack Skellington and Sally, and the American Godzilla. All, of which, were drawn by your truly!) to my bed room to the right of that.

And to my left was a 3 inch thick glass wall. Beyond that was a laboratory that looks like it could have been form the lab from the movie 'Species 2'. And right next to the glass wall was a average looking door (Or you could call it the front door).

"Sahara," a deep male voice rang in my ears.

I cracked my knuckles and back, lazily turning towards the front door and slowly blinked. "Hello, Dr. Grant."

Dr. Grant stood about 6 feet in height. (I'm only 5'7! Shut up!! I'm short okay?!?!). He had short, grayish-white hair and a beard that went to his chest. He was wearing a white lab coat with pens in his chest pocket, casual men's shoes, a VIP pass around his neck, and a clipboard in his right hand.

"It's almost time for your next "Test".…" Dr. Grant informed me, turning his blue eyes away, avoiding my gaze.

I looked away, already knowing what was about to come. I sighed, pressing the power button on the remote, slowly hoisted myself off of my black leather couch, and tossing the remote on the coffee table. "Give me a second." I muttered, walking into my bathroom.

I stared at my reflection in my full body length mirror. The same face I've seen all my life stared tiredly back at me. Mid-back, dirty blonde hair with silver streaks running through it. Black as pitch irises, pointed elf ears, and long canines.

My wardrobe matched my bedroom door somewhat. I had on a green, zip up GIR hoodie, a black tank with the American Godzilla roaring on it, my black jeans had Lydia and Beetlejuice (Remember this, I like the cartoon better than the movie!) holding hands and smiling lovingly at each other on my left pants leg, and multiple rips and tears on my other leg. I also had a Jack and Sally wristband on my left wrist and a watch on the other.

I grabbed the hood of my hoodie and placed it over my head. It had GIR's ears on it, so from an angle, it looked like I had GIR's ears on top of my head.

When I had my last look at myself, I began to walk out when I felt a tug on my tailbone. I turned my head around and saw my tail all tangled up in my black shower curtain. With a few tugs, I freed my tangled tail. My tail looked like a scorpion's tail, pitch black and menacing. And yes, I do have poison in my tail. But I know how to control the release of it. And no, there is no anti-venom for it.

To tell you all the truth, I have no clue of what species I am (not human, that's for sure). I've lived in this laboratory ever since I could remember. I've also had a lot of "scientific research" and "tests" performed on me. The only person in this entire hell hole that I actually like and would listen to is probably Dr. Grant.

"Sahara, quit dawdling!" Dr. Grant shouted, breaking me out of my thoughts, a hint of impatience and sadness hidden in his voice.

"Yeah, yeah," I muttered, trudging out of the bathroom with my tail slowly swaying lazily behind me. "Why do I have to do this? I thought you said that they weren't going to dissect me."

Dr. Grant sighed. "I did everything in my power to reason with them," he then walked over to me and pulled me into an embrace. "But there was nothing I could do."

I scoffed, wiggling my tail in between us and pushed him away from me. "Of course…after all, I'm just a ugly freak and no one would ever want to love a ugly duckling…"

With that, I followed Dr. Grant to my death bed, crying all the way there…

~ An Hour Later…~

My throat went dry as they began to power up a giant electric saw they were going to use to cut my tail into tiny pieces.

"Come on," two Arnold Schwarzenegger buffed guys said to me, one grabbing my arms, and the other grabbing onto my tail. They both picked me up as if I were as light as a teddy bear. (I only weighed about 105 lbs.!) They strapped me onto the operation table on my belly, tieing down my arms and feet. They also kept my tail up in titanium chains.

A sleazy looking scientist with grey hair, glasses and crooked teeth cleared his throat and began to read aloud… "Sahara: 105 lbs., 5'7 in height, C-cup breasts…" I growled, flipping him off with my left middle finger. He ignored me and continued to read. "-25 years of age, dirty blonde hair with silver streaks-"

"Yeah, yeah," I spat out, bored out of my mind and on the verge of yawning. "If you want to dissect me like a fucking rag doll, then do it already! Your making everyone fall asleep!" Everyone that heard me began to snicker and laugh. The sleazy scientist glared menacingly at me with blue eyes and snapped his right index finger and thumb. Then, another scientist, dressed in a green paper outfit, came over with the electric saw whirring in his hands. They walked closer with the saw and slowly began to bring it down near the part of my tail that that was attached to my body.

My insides began to turn as the saw was only 3 inches away from me. Unable to stop my rapid tear flow, I closed my eyes and prepared to meet my maker. Please, I pleaded helplessly inside my mind as I felt the saw cut through my tail, followed by a huge wave of pain. Someone, help me!

As if on cue, I heard a deep, loud roar within the back of my mind. Suddenly, my head began to feel lighter, my eyes began to throb and hurt, and the pain in my tail started to subside. I opened my eyes and I felt this huge amount of energy and power serge through my body and mind. I heard the scientist with the saw gasp.

Suddenly, as if I knew what to do, I slowly, but shakily lifted my right hand as far as my bounds would let me. A faint silver light began to surround my hand. With a flick of my wrist, a faint silver light surrounded the saw. I barely moved my fingers and the saw flying out of his hands. It turned in a 360 degree turn in the air and sliced the guy's throat wide open. He gasped for air, instinctively grabbing his throat, and fell to the ground. I watched on a mirror as blood poured between his fingers and hand as he gagged and tried to breath. After a few more seconds of fighting for his miserable and pathetic life, he made no more sound. I ignored the smell of fresh blood and began to tug on my bounds. Seconds later, I could hear the sound of rushing footsteps on metallic floor get louder and closer. I gasped, tugging even harder on my bounds.

"Sahara!" I heard Dr. Grant's voice whisper in my right ear. I then felt my bonds loosen and slide off my hands.

I felt tears pour even harder as I felt him take off the bounds that were on my feet. "Thank you, Dr. Grant!"

He smiled warmly back at me. "Don't mention it. We have to hurry. There isn't much time."

I nodded, sitting up and jumping off the table. I then felt a hard tug on my tailbone. I groaned, and with a powerful jerk of my tail, broke the chains that were shackled on it. I cringed in pain, forgotting for a second that my tail was in pain. Dr. Grant then looked at me. "I need you to listen very carefully, Sahara."

I nodded again, placing my right hand over the cut in my tail to stop the bleeding. "Okay…"

Dr. Grant nodded, handing me a huge bundle of cash, a set of keys, and a silver Visa credit card. "I want you to run as fast as you can all the way to New York City-"

"But New York is on the other side of the country," I protested, slightly being a little bit too whiney. "This is Area 51!"

Dr. Grant grabbed my right thigh in frustration. "Just listen to me, Sahara! Those keys are to a cabin on a small island a little ways from New York and Long island. Once you get there, quickly go into town and get as much food as you can with the credit card and cash I just handed you! Do not reveal yourself until you think it is safe for you to," He then wrapped me in a gently embrace. "When ever I clean up all of this mess, I'll come for you! Do you understand?"

Tears flowed out of my eyes and soaked Dr. Grant's lab coat. "Thank you, Dad…" I whispered lightly to Dr. Grant.

I felt him tense up when I called him 'dad', But instead of freaking out like I thought he would, he just chuckled lightly. "Any time." We pulled out of the embrace and quickly made our way to one of the walls in the very back of the room. Dr. Grant knocked three times on the shiny silver wall. The wall opened up slightly and revealed a secret passage way. "Quickly," he said as the sound of pounding fists filled the room.

I nodded, quickly shoving the items into my GIR hoodie pocket and ran as fast as I could through the threshold. I didn't go further than two yards from the door when I heard Dr. Grant slam the steel door shut. I stopped dead in my tracks, smiling. I owe you, Dr. Grant…

A sudden, stabbing pain in the small of my back made me cringe. I looked over my shoulder at my tail, groaning as it began to heal at a abnormal rate. Within ten seconds flat, my gash was completely gone. (And thank god that they didn't get blood all over my black jeans and/or my hoodie.)

I grunted, then remembering the sleazy scientist. If only I could somehow see or hear what he was doing… Suddenly, my forehead felt like it had an invisible hand resting on it. Then abruptly, a swarm of voices and images began to run across my mind. I saw children playing in a park, Mature continent, cute little puppies. No way, I couldn't believe what was happening. Am-Am I reading peoples thoughts and minds?!?! I then came to realize that I was reading minds, for I heard the sleazy scientist mind voice say, I better inform the superiors that Sahara is heading for New York city.

I growled, running back to where the door was and looked through a small peep hole that peered into the lab. I saw the sleazy scientist come closer to Dr. Grant, holding a scalpel in his right hand. My tail, (having a mind of it's own at the time) suddenly punched through the steel door as if it were merely tissue paper. A few seconds later, I heard a cry of pain and the warmth of fresh hot blood on my tail. I looked through the peep hole and saw that my tail had stabbed the sleazy scientist right smack-dab through the stomach. Pleased with what I saw, I lifted him off the ground about four yards and jerkily threw him clear across the lab.

"Dr. Adams!" a few of the other scientist shouted as they finally opened the door and saw Dr. Adams fly across the room. He landed in a huge pile of boxes and the only part of him I saw was his right hand…covered in blood.

I then cursed to myself. Dammit! I should have used my poison on him!

Dr. Grant quickly turned his head around and glared at me. Sahara! Get the fuck out of here right now!!!

I gulped, reeling in my tail, turning sharply around on my heels and zoomed down the out stretched tunnel. As I ran, I couldn't help but wonder what the hell that roar was when I got my…uh… I would believe telekinesis…? I probably just imagined it, I thought, picking up the pace a little. It's not like I've brought a monster down to earth that will destroy the world.

Boy, how ironic I was…