Can't control self... No. Blood.
Going by scent alone... Smell. Blood!
Teeth extending, paws forcings down prey... Throat. Blood!
Need more now! Need more blood, must feed the monster inside! Can't control self...
I blacked out. My body continued to walk without my permission, searching for more blood. I remember a sick slicing sense between my claws in my sleep. I was a monster who couldn't control myself most of the time, and I have created other monsters too. I wish I could stop.
It all started when I was found by twolegs. It had been a horrible battle between my clan and WindClan, ThunderClan which was my home had lost badly. We were all limping home and I had stopped to take a breather. Soon everyone was out of site and I continued on my way, when out from the sky a cage landed on me!
I got a horrible feeling something bad would come from all this. The cage, with me in it, was scooped into the air by sick smelling twolegs. They walked weird for them to, with odd limps. They gave me to a confident looking guy who drove me for hours on end.
They didn't bother to feed me, or water me. We just drove for three days while I slowly bleed out in the back. Finally we arrived at a white twoleg den, and he took me inside. They patched up my wounds super well, a little too well, it scared me. After they healed me they gave me water, but still no food. I remember the water having a tangy taste to it, which I found to be the strangest thing there.
When I went to sleep moments later I didn't wake up for a long time, and when I did I saw things being stuck in my body and I passed out again. I didn't pass out from fright, those things in my body where pumping liquids in me. I stayed under for a long time. To my disappointment I never dreamt about StarClan, where were they? Where was my clan?
When I woke up I felt different, I was different. I looked down and saw nothing different though, besides that all my scars from past battles had gone. They placed me in a cage with a tom cat who seemed off. When I attempted to speak to him and question him he never replied. Just would stare, until the twolegs shocked him with a stick, then he attacked me.
As his claws hit my face I remember what happened so clearly, on that horrible day. I transformed into something else. My blood started pumping, my vision went red, my fangs unsheathed easier than my claws. I struck back and pinned the scrawny tom down. I hissed at him then drank his blood.
It was so horrible but I loved it. Every last drop. The twolegs apparently liked this those, because they cheered. A green thing passed between two, and I sat there confused. Who are they? I wondered, why do they do this? Well soon I would find out I was just there for their profit, but I wouldn't have that, I would escape.
My name is Experiment# 2445867. My path of experimentation, survival. Over the course of, well, however damn long they please, they will experiment on me. I got this information from the cat next to me. I am also a green, which means I am non-hostile to humans and don't cause trouble. That is good I hear.
There are four colors. Green, which are the nice animals who don't fight our human overlords. Yellow means that sometimes we clawed them, or would bite, a little trouble. Orange were those who were very hostile and would take chunks out of twolegs given the chance. Red, there weren't many marked red, they killed multiple twolegs and cause much trouble.
I was also marked with two tallies on my cage, showing that I had venom. I laughed at the tom next to my cage. "Venom in a cat? You're crazier than what has been happening!"
"Tell me your story then, how did you get here?" He asked.
"While my clan, ThunderClan, had just finished getting beat by WindCla-"
"Woah woah, what?" He meowed, "What are these, clans?" He asked.
I looked at him and remembered, not everyone here was from my forest. "The clans," I bagan, "are these four groups of cats. There is ShadowClan, they hide in the shadows and sneak around. ThunderClan, we are the strongest! WindClan, the fastest. RiverClan, they can swim. We all live in one bIg forest with our own territories. For each clan there is a leader, there name ends with 'star' because they get nine lives from StarClan. There is also one medicine cat, and medicine cat apprentice per clan to heal us. They communicate with StarClan.
"Well, after fighting a WindClan patrol over territory I paused on the way home. My wounds were bad and I needed to take a breather. As I was resting the mangy twolegs captured me! I bleed in the back of there monster for days. They brought me here and healed me though, then they made me fight a cat and..." I trailed off, terrified by the memory?
"And?" He prompted.
"Drank his blood." I whispered mortified. "I killed in cold blood, I am a horrible warrior!" I cried out.
He looked at me in sympathy. "Shh, no, he would of killed you first! Being a good warrior is protecting yourself from those who kill you first!" He tried to assure me.
I looked at him with slight disgust. "You have no idea what a true warrior is, or about the warrior code!" I said. "A warrior never kills in cold blood, and you always protect the clan."
He shook his head. "You come from a world of crazy. What's with this StarClan? It seems important to you."
"They are our warrior ancestors, they watch down on us and guide our paws. They give us the warrior code, and we go to StarClan when we die, they live in Silverpelt." I replied proudly.
"Oh, so they are a religion thing, sounds nicer than most if all you have to do is defend your clan. Territory is territory." He meowed.
"More then that!" I protested. "We have to feed the clan too, and we have elders and queens. Kits, elders, and queens always come first."
"That is very morally right." He purred. "In the city it is every cat for themselves. Oh and my name is Johnny."
I grinned, and since I got there I felt happy. "Hullo Johnny, call me Redheart."
Just then the door opened and a twoleg stepped out. He feed the others around us, and some of them weren't fed normal cat food. Blood or glop went into their cages. To my horror, blood also went into my cage. Even after the twoleg left I sat in the far corner, hissing at the blood bag.
Johnny looked at me with sympathy. "Well Red, looks like they want you to be a fighting cat to, which is there side hobby. If they aren't experimenting on us, it's forcing us to fight. Only lucky ones get to breed, well I think its lucky." He shook his head.
"Redheart." I said automatically, my eyes never leaving the blood bag. "We don't shorten our names back home."
"Ok." He said doubtfully, like he would ever use my full name.
We just sat there talking for hours, we didn't talk about the lab, but what lay outside it. We didn't just talk about our old homes either, we talked about places we had heard of. We talked because it was the one nice thing you could do there besides sleep. But as we talked a fog in my head had entered. It creeped up slowly, but soon my mind was spacing and my throat was burning. Talking became difficult.
"Hey, are you ok?" Johnny asked.
"Water." I croaked. "I need water!"
Of this he seemed doubtful. "You got a blood bag, sometimes cats just need blood. Its from being experimented on."
I cringed. "Don't want!" I cried, but my mind became foggier. Soon my vision changed. Before me stood prey, no longer was it Johnny my new buddy.
I lunged forward and snarled, saliva dribbled down my jaws. My face hit the metal before me and my prey jumped backwards, taunting me. It taunted me! I stepped back and let loose a blood curling yowl, then looked around wildly. There! Prey that was slain! Fresh for the taking, mine!
I pounced on the bag, exploding it, then lapping the insides greedily. So delicious, I needed more... No wait, I didn't. I needed to calm down. I stopped and returned to normal. Around me was blood, it had exploded from the bag, and in the cage next to me Johnny sat cowering, and I cried.
What had I done!? My new and only friend in this Dark Forest of a place was afraid of me. He stopped trembling though, and confronted me.
Walking back next to me he meowed, "Shh shh, its ok. You just scared me, but the twolegs make sure the metal always hold."
"Its not okay though." I whined. "You didn't know how I saw you, how I saw the blood bag. You weren't Johnny my friend, you were Johnny the prey. That blood bag wasn't a bag, it was killed prey, mine for the taking."
He put a paw on the metal web between us. "I know what I looked like, there where others before you who were like you. Blood, that is all you need though, so its ok. The twolegs will give you plenty of blood." He grinned. "Besides, no harm no foul."
I grinned shakily and put my body next to his, our fur touched between the metal web. We slept like that for a few hours before a twoleg grabbed him. I jumped up, no they were taking away my Johnny! I hissed.
Johnny looked down at me and shook his head. "Be right back." He promised.
That left me worried. I paced the floor, could I make new friends without him? All the cats here seemed beaten or brainless, or concerned about themselves. Would I find myself slipping into the depression that they lived in? Was that the only type of cat here in the green room? Maybe that was why they were here, because they were to lifeless to rebel!
I continued to pace until my stomach growled, then I looked at my still blood splattered cage. Could I like the dry blood off the wall before the fog set in? If Johnny came back I didn't want him coming back to me crazily lunging at him. Most of my questions were answered when Johnny came back 30 minutes later and I was picked up.
He seemed fine and was going to greet me, but he quickly became worried when I was picked up. "Just don't fight the twolegs!" He yowled as I left.
I kept the warning safe in my mind as they carried me past a table and into another room. This room held a pen with tall metal webbed walls. The twolegs opened a door and threw me in, then closed the door. I spun around and ran towards the door. I wanted out! I knew something bad was going to happen in here, but I was meet with the shock stick.
A new smell hit my nose and I turned around. Before me stood another cat, but something about his smell made me wary. He smelled delicious. The twolegs also used a shock stick on him, propelling the cat forward, but he didn't attack her. They just sat there staring.
Finally he spoke. "They will make us fight, are you willing to lose?"
"No, but I am not willing to attack." I replied.
"I can wait, thats how I win." He smiled and he looked haunted by past deeds.
That was probably how he won past fights. "That must be horrible, to only win when forced." I meowed.
"It is…" He now seemed wary of her. "The twolegs should of shocked us by now. What did they do to you?" His question was almost angry.
"I don't know, they healed me that was it." I lied. Something in my gut told her to lie, to tell him that when I became mindless when hungry was bad. "They do anything to you?"
"Nothing!" He laughed hollowly. "I just need to survive!" He continued his sad laughter.
All the while the fog had come again. Slowly it built around her brain once more, and a spark was again in my throat. I coughed once, wishing it away, and the twolegs got excited.
The sad tom sensed something coming. "Hey, why you coughing?" He asked panicky.
I couldn't answer, just back up. I was slowly losing control again and my vision was playing tricks once more. "Run." I coughed and arched my back.
Alas though, there was no where for the poor tom to run, and inside I cried a little. My body lunged forward with the need to hunt, to kill, to feast. He cried out in pain as I pinned him down with brute strength and sunk my teeth slowly in his neck. I tried to resist, but I couldn't. The blood was mine! I sunk into a black part of my mind and lost all control.
Hours later I woke up in my cage. It had been cleaned thankfully, and so had I. Johnny was washing himself.
"So the cat awakes." He greeted me.
"Hey Johnny." I meowed with less enthusiasm.
He noticed the look in my eyes. "They made you fight?" He guessed.
I nodded, then thought. "When you got back from wherever you seemed just fine." I accused. "I am not sure I can be friends with a killer who likes it."
He puffed out his fur. "I really am surprised by that!" He spat. "For you to assume that some cat in here, the green room, likes killing! No, you grow used to it, because you can't not grow used to it when it always happens! As for me, I don't fight. I am a breeder."
I looked at him with washed out eyes. "Breeder?"
"I make kits." He explained. "They have few of us so they won't risk us in fights. Well sometimes we have to fight to mate, but I haven't been forced to do that… Yet." He meowed.
I sat up and began to clean my own pelt, it smelled like twolegs. "So you father kits into this place? It must be horrible to make kits to know they only wind up experimented on." I murmured.
He shook his head. "No, my kits will go someplace else. They have few breeders for a reason, few experiments are complete. Those that can pass the experimented gene on breed and the kits are sold. I am a no body, just a breeder here." Johnny didn't seem sad about this.
"A sad life. There is surely more than passing your legacy on to strange she-cats." I meowed.
"Of course there is, but I can't live that life. I am stuck here." He meowed. "Now before we were interrupted, lets finish that nap." He meowed and stretched near me.
I nodded and pressed against the metal webbing.
I do not own WarriorCats, this is a disclaimer.
So, first chapter of Monster! Woooooooo. I hope this goes somewhere because this was made with the intention of not being a real story but just one chapter of this insane urge to kill but then I was like, "No, I read a story like that for warrior cats. I liked it, but I want something new!" So I did this because I haven't seen it before!