Disclaimer: The only things I own are Whiyyn and this plot in particular……and some other characters as well I might add in. The rest of the stuff belongs to Man of Action. A'ight?

Note: Whiyyn is pronounced (Why-in/en)

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Location: Somewhere in space; en route to Earth

Using her icy blue eyes, she quietly searched around the spacecraft from the safety of her personal corner. It had been just minutes ago that her masters had been dropped off in the prison planet, Incarceron. Despite on now being able to get permanently away from the extensive abuse and forced, illegal experiments, the young 7-year-old girl was still haunted by the memories of it all.

"Hey, look! That's the freak I was talking about!" taunted one kid with metallic skin and spikes on his shoulder.

"Wow! It's even uglier than what my dad said!" said another kid having the same skin but had his spikes on his back and arms.

The 'freak,' having a very orange and white colored skin and fur along with a tail, stayed in her spot having her back at the two kids. She sat curled up somewhat like a ball.

"I can hear you, you know." she muttered as quietly as she could.

The two friends gasped in complete shock and fear.

"It….It can…talk!" stuttered the one with shoulder spikes as he pointed with his shaking finger.

She hugged her knees close to her body, "And I am a girl…."

"L-l-let's get out of here!" suggested the one with the spikes on his back, "My dad told me that it can put curses on us!"

Instantly, the 'freak' turned around to face them with her neon blue eyes.

"I do not put curses!" she timidly shouted at them.

The two then screamed in terror as they started dashing for their lives. One grabbed a rather large rock and threw it at the girl which she instinctively caught it with despair.

"Freak!!" they both shouted in the distance.

She was born into the very ruthless planet of Zamxa where she doesn't look anything like the planet's species. This lead to constant verbal and physical abuse on the girl, calling her a "freak of nature." Zamxa's high-tech government ended up forcing her as the "guinea pig" of their crucial experiments, just to put it lightly. Though it wasn't until a couple months ago that she was being sold off to three people as a slave.

"So this is it? This freak?" asked the alien who had just bought her for a large sum of money.

The dealer nodded as he threw the small crate that contained the girl as it crashed onto the ground.

"Yes." replied the dealer as he counted the money he was given, "She'll be perfect for anything you want her to do. Experimenting, servant, just about anything as long as you give her a lot of discipline."

The young 7-year-old started scratching the crate from the inside. Quickly, her scratching changed into punches for escape. She was silenced, however, by the harsh powerful kick of the dealer's foot on the crate. The 'freak' curled up into the ball like she usually did as sort of a form of protection.

The abuse had worsened as the experiments on her were much more torturing than those of Zamxa. Her three "masters" had repeatedly injecting and fusing other alien DNA into the girl, which resulted her having 28 percent of multiple DNA species while still having 72 percent of her own, supposedly extinct species, VulpeFelis Tacitus. Any refusal to the experiments and she ends up beaten 'til the point of unconsciousness.

Collapsing onto the ground by the taser, she tried to get up but her arms were already weak even before her refusal.

"How dare you decided to rebel against any of us?!" one of her 'masters,' named Qymo, spat at her face, "You're lucky enough that we kept you alive this long in the first place!"

Qymo then telekinetically threw a large piece of unusable metal scrap right at the girl. With no strength to even move away, she was hit and was knocked out cold with fresh cuts on her orange and white-striped body.

But not before thinking that her nightmare will never end…

Just several hours ago, her "masters" became arrested by human Plumbers for illegal experiments concerning a living being. The young girl was finally free of the horrid life, but she could not felt the freedom just yet. She was asked by the two Plumbers about her name (she never received one) and the events leading up to getting owned by criminals. It took them nearly four hours just to even get her to speak. The Plumber partners had then named the young alien, "Whiyyn," meaning, "last" in VulpeFelae language.

Whiyyn, not getting used to having a name for the time being, sat still on the corner as she listened to the conversation between the humans. One perk of a VulpeFelis is their sensitivity of hearing.

"How about having her in my care? I could raise her as a legal guardian until she's old enough to take care of herself." suggested one plumber.

"Max, you know very well that this girl isn't human." said the other plumber, "Besides, you have a family with grandkids even. How are you going to explain to them about a girl who just magically came into existence."

"Bringing her back to Vulperla is out of the question since it had been destroyed years ago, and you know that, Phil." the Plumber referred to as Max replied, "I'm already keeping my Plumber secret from my family so it shouldn't be that hard when it's time to introduce her to them."

"Suit yourself as long as you can handle it." said Phil before going back to the control systems.

Max nodded as he glanced at the orange skin/furred alien who was still at the isolated corner. Whiyyn held her breath as the Plumber walked up to her at a steady pace. She didn't want any eye contact with him as well.

"Don't worry, Whiyyn." Max assured the VulpeFelis with a gentle smile.

Her face was covered by her arms and parts of her dark burgundy/brown and white hair as Max continued.

"Your life will become better than before. I'm sure of it."

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DenJ: Well that was short-ish. Me and my semi-bluntness. :P

I need some rates and reviews before I can continue on. And kind of mind if there's any slight grammar errors and such….I barely even notice them anyway. xP