When we were young
And why
would I go back? I wouldn't. I couldn't.
Not when I know what they would do to me. Use me, abuse me.
But why
would I stay? For Logan? It would never work out anyways. He doesn't understand what I went through. He can't even begin to realize the shit they
put us through. All the intense
training….
Training. Training for what? We became the deadliest fighting machines unknown to man, and for
what? To fight for Manticore? So they could breed us and make more of their
soldiers? A bigger, better kind of soldier.
Faster, smarter than even Manticore could ever imagine. They made us, but they could never hold us,
something they never expected.
We were
nothing to them. Dolls for them to
shape and mold into the perfect fighting machine. We had no souls. It made
it easier for they to hunt us down if they thought we were soulless. Something without a soul could never come
back to haunt you.
Looking
back, I see how they must have thought of us.
Small little kittens…with sharp claws.
But we grew up. A cat is only a
kitten…when we are little.
