It's been a very long time since I've written for this fandom. But since reading an old friend's stories and re-watching the movie, it inspired me to write on this site again. This is rated Teen for now but will be given a mature rating as the story goes on. It's not edited and I'm no editor but I hope you all can forgive the mistakes and enjoy the story as it progresses. I'm eager to write more and have a basic outline down for the story but want to see what you all think first. Read and review please, enjoy.

Unknown location, California

1:00 A.M.

Friday, June 6th, 2016

A man in his mid-thirties sat in front of a bland, steel desk, his peppered, gray hair fanning over his face and his medium length beard a complete mess. Folders with different results of different animals were sprawled all over, covering every inch of the dull metal as he covered his face with his hands and released a long, tired sigh as he rubbed his ocean blue eyes with his fingers, exhausted.

D.N.A. analyses, saliva, blood, small samples of fur and photos of the top secret research he had founded his company on not to mention the millions he had poured into it had finally, after ten years come into fruition, the company he expanded known as Evolution.

Taking out a golden locket worn around his neck given to him by someone special, he opened it to gaze into the smiling face of his only child, a four year daughter by the name of Namoi Breeze and another miniature picture of his lovely wife, Caroline warming his heart as he smiled back before turning his eyes to the reports on his desk.

"Doctor Breeze, we need you in the break room...come on Sam, I know you can hear me. Get off your ass and grab a beer, got a party going on you know, the animals and bullshit papers can wait until later." A loud, cheerful voice boomed over the intercom, scaring Samuel Breeze out of his memories.

He sighed again, closed the locket and looked at the report of his most promising candidate, a German white male Shepard he had personally found eating out of his garbage can years ago while his ideas were still in his head, the canine was a very tough and stubborn fighter and it took a long time to gain his trust.

But Bolt proved his worth, he accepted the injections without complaint and would be ready for testing soon enough, all of their hard work would not go unnoticed.

Samuel grimaced as he looked over the other reports of the different animals, some wild and savage, most dangerous and hated himself for being manipulated by his 'friends' and the military to inject them.

Every single animal in this facility had an ability or two, in rare cases even three, though none more than Bolt and that could cause complications in the future but for now he had bigger problems.

He looked at the larger than life paper in front of him, seeing the files for divorce staring at him in the face, mentioning how his now ex wife would take their daughter away from him, at how the military was just now after all their hard work taking over and shutting down his lab on another sheet of paper, and finally at how miserable and upset the animals looked inside of their cages.

He could no longer keep up the charade that everything was perfect and had worked out for him, he could not lie to himself or anyone else anymore, he needed to redeem himself.

Taking out a small mobile remote control from his brown jacket, he paused with his thumb over the single red button as he pulled a drawer below and grabbed a nine millimeter pistol before taking the safety off, cocking it and aiming it under his chin, knowing full well it was loaded in case of an emergency.

Looking up and seeing four large screens which monitored all the important areas, his eyes finally locked onto the live frame of his most prized animal, Bolt.

"We tried to play God, my little furry warrior….and we failed." He whispered quietly to himself before finally pressing the button, and without any regret, pulled the trigger.

Those two actions alone would change the canine's life forever.