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THERE'S SOMETHING ABOUT growing up the way I did that really makes you care about human life. Most likely, I think it was the complete, utter and horrible mistreatment of it.
My earliest memory was of the small wire mesh dog crate that was my home in the west wing of Building C. I spent most of my time as a wolf because that form fit more comfortably in the little kennel than my toddler human form.
And, yes, you read that correctly; I said "wolf". The crazy mad scientists who spliced my DNA figured that avian-human wasn't enough so they threw lupine into the mix. That's right, I'm human, bird and wolf all at the same time, but fortunately I'm not at all deformed or dysfunctional like those retarded erasers. I swear those idiots have bricks for brains! No, my shape shifting is smooth and all natural. I am a real wolf.
But that doesn't make any difference in the way I was treated in the Itex labs. I was just another mutant experiment to them. Only one of them was different. Only one treated me with love and kindness. She even gave me my own secret name: Luvian. Lupine and Avian mixed together. If it wasn't for her, I would've cracked long ago; busted out of Itex, killed everything in sight and, in the end, getting killed myself. Her sole purpose for staying there, witnessing countless horrors, was so that she could be there for us. The experiments.
She couldn't fight Them, not all of Them but she put on the evil face in front of them, only to comfort and care for us behind all their backs.
One day, I was just recovering from an "accident" in the wind tunnel when they came for me. By this time I was fourteen and my dog crate was way too small, even for my wolf form. I was trying to sleep, my head resting on my forepaws, when I heard footsteps coming down the hallway and the door that led into the lab that I was kept in opened. I lifted my head and growled. I didn't have the strength, nor the care for a full out snarl that day. The mutants in the cages surrounding mine stirred. The cat girl next to me backed up to the corner of her cage and hissed. I saw the White Coats that had entered do a quick sweep of the room with their eyes. Please not me, I prayed, Don't pick me. Then I saw one reach under his white coat and pull out a hand gun.
I groaned inwardly, knowing now that they had come for me. I was the only experiment in here they needed to tranquilize before transport. I didn't even try to dodge the shot. The cage was too small to. I just stared at them angrily as my world went black. My last sight was of them shifting uncomfortably under my fiery gaze.