Warnings: Violence, Blood, Mentions of rape, Abuse.

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A Different Kind Of Day

A normal fourteen year old would be sitting on the couch on a rainy day watching T.V. Or playing video games. A normal fourteen year old would be running around outside with friends and enjoying the day. A normal fourteen year old would be welcomed home by loved ones. A normal fourteen year old would celebrate important days of the year like Christmas or their birthday. A normal fourteen year old would not wake up to pain and tests everyday.

But he was not by any means normal. Experiment Cougar or C for short, or if the scientists were really mad they would use his number 13, was a young male. He looked to be around fourteen although his true age was not recorded since he was born from a test tube. He was in other words, replaceable. He didn't have friends, he didn't even make contact with other hybrids and experiments. He would be used to experiment on until he dropped dead, then the data used would help make more, improved hybrids. He was the prototype, the first successful cat hybrid to live this long. He had no real name, he didn't know his own birthday nor did he really have one, and he was mute. An "Accident" during a experiment to improve his combat skills against weapons had ended horribly. His voice box had to be completely removed, he was very lucky they had decided to have him be used as a spy. They didn't need to talk. But they made sure he was a genius when it came to everything else. They didn't except failure and he would be shot dead in seconds if he did something wrong.

The scientists always used to repeat the words "You're stuck here forever, there is no escape, there is no happy ending, you will be free when you die maybe, and forever is a very long time." He hated those words to no end. He had never been outside before, it always go him curious, but he never ventured too far, "Curiosity killed the cat" was the warning he received and he held it close to his heart in fear.

He was a smaller male only around 5'6, they had made sure of it, it helped him move around faster and easier without getting caught. He had sandy blonde hair and brown eyes that turned almost green with slits if he was angry or terrified. His ears and tail matched his hair perfectly. The scientists were picky about appearances, they were afraid high ups could visit at any time. As a result the experiments were made to look presentable, his hair was left shaggy but trimmed when it got too long and it was required for a bathing every day, he didn't like those. Uniforms were given based on hybrid type. He wore all white, a cotton button up long sleeved shirt to hide the scars and bruises that covered his skin from the needles and beating, and white pants with white shoes. All of his clothes were baggy due to the malnutrition, he got one meal a day if it was considered one, pills and an I.V. in his arm placed in at night to be sure he was healthy.

He was extremely untrusting in fact he did not go near people willingly. He flinched away at every hand or potential weapon that came within a foot from him. He was known to attack on instinct in some cases, usually if someone tried to shake him awake. People would roughly pull him out of his cage through the poor boy into a panic attack complete with hissing and attempting to attack with scratching and biting, once sedated with a drug that forced him to calm down he was dragged off to his latest experiments.

He knew the day was different when he jumped awake to sirens blaring and lights flashing. Footsteps pounding on the concrete and the smell of fire. He curled up in his small dog crate scooting to the shadows in the back of it, his tail curled around him and his ears flattened to his head. He immediately regretted it jerking in agony from the bruises and opening the large cuts that soaked his white clothes crimson, it looked black in the darkness. He could feel the thin clothes sticking to his trembling body. It was very cold in the room, supposedly it made sure they kept calm and were too numb to move. So far it worked well but it did not help keeping them from getting sick. Many had died from the icy temperatures of the room. Instinctively he curled up into himself in hopes of preserving what little heat he could. Covering his ears with his shaking hands he whimpered mutely trying to block out the shrieking alarms that felt like they were physically beating his weak body.

His ears were extremely sensitive, one of the many enhancements, the rest of his senses were enhanced too. He did not have super strength but he was flexible and excelled in hand to hand combat as well as being an excellent gunman.

The scientists had made sure he was unable to go against them by making sure a remote control shock collar was place securely around his neck. It sent shock signals directly to the brain, he had seen experiments get electrocuted to death or go brain dead because of the shocking. The remote was special, the person in charge of him for the day would keep it and it would reply only to their thumb prints. The only person who could make it unlock was the Director, if one tried to rewire it to remove it the device would explode in order to keep the secrets of the experiments safe. The body would be completely destroyed to ash so no evidence could be collected.

He could remember every one of his tortures clear as day and would never forget because he had photo and auto memory. Once when he was a child he was trained in Resistance To Interrogation, they had used water to torture him. They had forced his head under the icy liquid too many times to count pulling him out to ask questions and when he refused to speak he was forced back under again. This was before he lost his voice and after they had discovered his phobia to water it became their main use of torture. It was just as affective now as it had been when he was younger, if anything it had gotten much worse. The bathing did not help it at all, a violent spray of water and the rough scrubbing of mechanical hands almost always sent him into panic attacks. They were still trying to beat and force his terror to the clear liquid out of him. It was not working at all but they would never stop.

A hushed silence filled the room and gas was released throughout the room. He listened to the choking and gagging of the others. The deathly gas did not effect him for some reason not yet at least. When his breathing became hard and gasped out he knew he was dying. He watched the a face come into view.

"Boss, there's a kid in here, he's still alive." A male, part of the army from the looks over his uniform, his voice was muffled and far away. Large gloves hands reached in and he tried to move away hissing weakly but he could barely move his body to attack. The small male shivered violently feebly trying to struggle as he was pulled carefully out of the cage. He tensed going rigid as he felt hand pulling his arms away from his bleeding wound. However a gentle voice began to echo around him. His trembling form relaxed slightly jerking as he struggled to breath from the after affects of the gas that he dissolved from the room when the men had disarmed the system and opened the door. He heard a sharp gasp from the man holding him, watching the blurred figure in front of him step closer. He flinched into the solider holding him and immediately tried to flinch away from that. In the end he curled into himself trying to get as small as possible. "He's freezing, and he's way too light!"

Something very warm and heavy was laid over him as best as possible, he cuddled into in savoring the rare heat that didn't seem to come with pain. He felt himself moving as he was carried away and the mumble of someone telling him not to sleep. He did not listen as he let his head fall softly away the chest of the man holding him, he breathed a breath of air as he dozed off.

Only for pain to wreck his body, he jerked and twitched violently scratching at the collar. Green eyes filled with fear and agony as electricity coursed through his body. His mouth opened in a mute scream. His sight cleared for the most part allowing him to see the men somewhat although the edges of his vision was defected by a blurry like fog. They were trying to take the collar off, larger hands kept pushing his smaller trembling ones away. He scratched, shoving weakly and shaking his head as tears poured from his eyes trying to make them stop.

As quickly as it had started the agony stop, his body jerked in the after shocks as he choked back sobs holding the large material, he realized it was a camouflage jacket, in a death grip. The soldiers thankfully seemed to understand that the collar would not hurt him if they did not remove it because they did not try again. Slowly his breathing slowed to a normal rate as did his heart as he calmed down.

They were speaking to him apologizing he realized but he just shut himself down trying to hide away from the pain. He managed to stay awake as they walked. His brain began to catch up with his body when he saw the bodies of dead scientists. The soldiers had come to either save the experiments or kill them. Looking up with wide questioning eyes he got his answer when the man looked down to check on him. A smile, it wasn't mean or cruel, his eyes were not full of hidden meaning or secrets, he had no evil in them. These people were here to save the experiments and against all odds he was the only one to survive the poisonous gas. He silently thanked his body's ability to fight off poison for longer then normal. It had saved his life. Letting his now brown eyes slide closed he fell asleep wonder what was going to happen next, he hoped there would be no more experiments.

Should the men who found him be the K-Unit or someone else?

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