The beeping of a heart monitor and the quiet hissing of an air tank were the only noises that filled the cold, dead room. A creature lay still and cold on a metal surgical table, the two machines hooked up to the lifeless being. The creatures flanks rose and fell as it breathed gently through the steady supply of oxygen it was provided from the tubes going down its nose. It was a faded shade of purple, the once bright and vivid markings on its ears, eyes, feet, tail and back toned down to muted and muddied colors, as though the life had been sapped away in the once glowing tattoos. A scar that looped around the collar bone of the creature stopped at the halfway mark of its chest in a swooping motion, recently stitched. The creature stirred faintly, cracking open its jaws just enough to let out a pained groan. It rolled its eyes out from the back of its head before cracking them open, a pure dead white. It blinked a few times, trying to get its lifeless eyes to adjust to the harsh lighting from the neon bulbs that was trained on it, surrounding it. Not even its own shadow could be found, due to the choking grasp of the lights. The creature took in its surroundings, showing all sorts of sharp scalpels and various cutting tools and tubes. Beakers full of unknown liquid and acid sat on counters, ready to be used, to experiment. The scene faintly reminded the creature of past memories, ones that had been shoved years ago into the back of its once void mind. Scientists in pristine white lab coats and gloves, goggles and masks on while they cut open and took samples of a poor young creature, squealing and screeching in searing pain and agony on the very same table it lay on. Idly, the creature flared its nose as though trying to scent the blood that was spilled so very long ago. More memories from the past emerged from the dark recesses of its mind. Escaping from a locked dog cage and killing one of the very men who had tortured it. Finding the energy source of the building and managing to blow it up, as well as everything inside and the building its self. Leaving the burning reminder of its birth in tears, saddened of the lives of the other experiments it could not save, yet happy that they were finally free in spirit, no longer having to be tortured and faced with death for their lives. It remembered learning how to speak, tricking humans to leave their homes or camping areas just so it could take their food. It remembered meeting another experiment that had managed to escape from the very same hellhole it had blown up. Growing up with the creature that had named its self Toby, to bond with him as though he was a brother, only for him to pass away by the cold hands of sickness. It learned of a high tech ship named STEVE that would go into space and harvest space stones called Gem Berries for the energy source that they contained. It remembered several of the other strange creatures that had taken jobs within the ship. Grinder, a large dinosaur like creature that held high disdain for it and others, who had viewed the large beast and caption as more of a mean uncle. Ward, a anthomorphic bird and raptor mix of a creature, who loved to crack smiles and tell jokes, who always did her best to cheer up others and keep them all in line. The creatures ears dropped. A terrible sadness weighed down on its chest as it thought of its once best friend. It felt as though something very saddening happened to the wonderful creature. It blinked, feeling something prick at the corners of its eye, which it chose to ignore. It remembered a very specific person from that ship the most. Yes, a very specific person indeed. It remembered Kralos, the first nice person it had met on that ship. The first nice person to care for its well being. The first nice person to take care of it, and love it, as though it was his own child, his own flesh and blood. The father like figure that it constantly tried to make proud and happy, and help him keep his sanity as the others on the ship drove him mad. It remembered what the others on the ship had called Doomsday, which it had taken with ease and decided to have cake, a food it hadn't had before, which had amused Kralos greatly. It remembered the first time it had met Kralos, having seeing him and had taken an interest and had silently followed to his quarters, only for the creaking door to give it away. He had trailed a faint glow its once bright markings had left behind and had managed to coax it down from where it hid on a top bunk. It remembered helping him find ingredients for a potion to help him sleep, only to find a rare flower that Kralos had only seen once before and even then, not even in bloom. They had named it after the 4 of them, its name being the very last part of the name of the flower, referring directly to it in Kralos's language. It remembered swimming in the lake that was buried within the gardens depths that was on the ship, Kralos swimming with it, as fish came to their sides, even one from Kralos's own planet. It remembered using some sort of elemental power it had gained on the trip to help its father breathe, so he could truly enjoy the same freedom it once felt once it was concealed in water. Oh yes, it remembered that day clearly, as though it had just taken part in it. It remembered,the day before it was to pass on, finally showing its father all the scars that it had hid, finally showing that the whole time, it had been blind. Kralos, in the sadness of losing another so close to him, another that he held so dear that was to die, had given it a privilege that only a selected few could ever have. It sighed. It remembered that while it lay on its death bed, it had told him of a sister, a literal sister of blood and kin to it, who shared the same genes, genetics and blood. It had asked him, begged him, to take care of this sibling, in a way it couldn't. Then everything had faded. It had finally passed on. The creature closed its eyes and let out a heavy sigh. Thoughts and questions echoed within its mind. How am I alive? Didn't I die? Was I so close to my spirit and soul finally being free, of being to deal without pain and the heaviness of life, only to be pulled back? Am I in Purgatory? A very unsettling thought came into life. Am I in Hell? It's eyes narrowed and it slowly sat up, reaching up to harshly yank out the air tubes and peel off the wire monitoring its heart. It felt its heart stir and its blood quicken, its body getting ready to move and work after so long of being hollow and inactive. Raising its head, it let a final thought enter its mind. I must be quick in foot and quick in mind if i'm to figure out what has happened. I should be dead right now, not alive and on some sort of table. I must figure out where I am, and who, or what, is around me. I think, that it is about time I truly, live up to my name. With that in mind, Fleetfoot slid off the table and with quick and quiet foot steps, slid through the door that had cut her off from the living so long ago.