AN: Today's challenge? Have someone actually review. Urph, people are looking at my stories, but no reviews...
|||Evil, Story Stealthers That Don't Review: 3 - Me: 0|||
Figures...
-_-_-_-Chapter One-_-_-_-
Where'd you go?
I need you so.
Sometimes it feels like forever…
Please don't go.
Life is the game, but you, Kakopoiisi, are the player... Play well, but don't play fair...
I sat stock still, allowing the familiar words float about my mind, awaiting my fate, whatever it may be. The other creatures, things that had no name to them, no species to belong to, experiments, surrounded me, their pleas, whimpers, and strange wailings filling the air of the 'bedroom' as they called it. I call it a dungeon, Hell's waiting room.
Were all victims, of course, not the monsters. We are the subjects, err, outcomes, of their sick projects. Most of them, us, don't have feelings anymore. Not from the extremes they put us threw, though they do that too, but from the way they have been altered internally. They no longer care what is injected in them, I can hardly call myself one of them, if you haven't noticed. It makes me think I might end up like that too. I'm the only 'success' they have in this particular building, so I have heard. 'Success' as in, not a mental and physical wreck.
I am the subject to the Homo Sapien-Vulpes-Harpia Harpyja experiment, and my name is Kakopoiisi, Greek, which I am, for Violence. In other words, I was genetically mutated with 2% Harpy Eagle, 18% Corsac Fox, and 80% Human. I must be a lovely sight, right? Well, I look better than your giving me credit for, most likely. I look the same as any human, except I have 2in retractable claws, 13ft wings, I'm 5'6 but only 13, and I have 1.5 in fangs that peek out of my mouth if I don't pay attention; example, when I'm asleep, which is a rare thing to happen to me considering I like my innards on the inside and have to make sure they stay that way.
I suddenly heard the thing two crates, yes, we live in cramped dog crates, me having quite large wings is no exception. Pfft! Anyway, I heard it wail out loud, then suddenly get very quiet as it subsided into terrified whimpers. I would have cried at such a pathetic display, but I had used up my feelings, I didn't feel anything anymore. I had the same feelings towards a dead body, one of the others, as I do to a stuffed doll now. That's what this place can do to a mutant. That, and brainwash, cruel experiments, and genetic manipulation. But why were they messing with us so late? At least, the clock on the wall, which I taught myself to read, said it was 2am.
They hauled the other out of its cage, sorry people, I don't know who's a lady and gentleman in this crap yard, and it flailed a bit before being sedated in the side of the neck. To my honest astonishment, it stopped breathing all together, going limp in the Whitecoats' arms.
I, somewhat, wanted to scream at them, asking what they had done to the poor thing, but terror held my tongue, as did my terrible weak feeling from everything they did yesterday, and a bit of hunger…
Flashback
I watched wearily as the whitecoats came up to my crate, kicking at the metal door, lightly, but annoyingly. I snarled, lunging, as my cornered-fox-instinct took up its role, and slammed into the metal. The stupid people chuckled and called some Erasers in, 5 of them. They opened my cage.
I instantly noticed two whitecoats, which stood on either side of the entrance to the room, with tranquilizer guns in both of their hands. I wailed out loud in frustration, the Erasers cackling at my patheticness. Having seen I had crawled out to scope the situation, they snatched me up, not giving me a chance to attack. One of the retched creatures grabbed my feet; hoisting half of me up as another ran and grabbed my hands, smirking to himself. They started to swing my body between them, I only letting out an outburst of rage and flailing in random directions, making it harder to hand onto me. The one with my arms gritted his teeth with what was obvious annoyance and another rushed up and put my back on his shoulder.
"Come on!" He mock-whined, the one who had my back on one broad shoulder.
"Yah!" Another chimed, not so tunefully, in. "Act like the civilized little mutant we know you are."
"Shut-up and lemme go, you stupid, ugly, fish-breathed mongr-," I stopped, an idea popping into my head.
I smiled, remembering my claws were still usable, and unsheathed my talons, letting about a half an inch sink into stingy Eraser flesh. It howled out loud, I taking my turn to cackle at his pain, and another came up and punched me in my exposed stomach. I gritted my fangs and teeth together in focus not to barf on myself, the Erasers chuckling once more as they one of my limbs and started walking to the Wind Tunnel. Daily physical abuse from creepy, mutant dogs? Check. Th-
-Flashback is Cut Off-
"OW!" I howled out loud, realizing I'd drifted off and something had just fired its way into the soft, exposed flesh, from lolling my head in my slumber, of my neck. I reached an annoyed hand up and yanked it out, looking at the vial I held in my hand with sheer panic...
AN: Magical chocolate chip cookies with pink pegasuses drawn on them for anyone that tries to guess what was in it, 'cause I don't know!
-eye twitch-
IAN {Important Author's Note}: I don't usually include the actually main characters in my fanfictions, sorry =(