Striker looked down at the sleeping figure huddled next to him. She purred as he rubbed her head. She looked so small and defenceless. Kitty was ten with the mental age of a five year old. Her little cat ears at the top of her head peered out of her blonde hair and her tail twitched. Her human body was cold from the air. He wrapped his wings around her tiny body to keep her warm. He remembered the first time they had met.
The young white coat was new and got the cages mixed up. He didn't see the to her experiment huddled in the corner. He shoved the little girl into the cage and slammed the door. The girl cowered in the corner, away from the other experiment. Striker was overwhelmed with the smell of fear. He shifted slightly closer to her, she whined and clung to the cage door, her fingers poking through the bars.
Striker kept edging closer until he saw her face. He instantly felt in love with her cute face. She was terrified, but her face was illuminescent. The tiny three-year-olds body started shaking violently, not from fear but as an after effect of a drug they had just injected her with.
He quickly huddled next to her, wrapping his wings around her, protecting her from that moment on. He didn't know it then, but from that day he would love her as his sister, protecting her in everyway, never letting her out of his sight…. willingly.
After that, every time they were separated they would whine, meow (well she would) and make as much noise as possible. They were inseparable.
Footsteps echoed from further up the corridor. Striker held Kitty closer; ready to protect her from any danger that may approach. Kitty woke up from the sudden embrace and stared at him curiously. Then she heard the footsteps and burrowed her head into his chest and hugged his waist.
The white coat stopped in front of their cage. "Hello Striker. How are we today?" an evil grin appeared on his face. Striker growled and held Kitty even tighter. "We have a busy schedule today, especially for our little prodigy," he nodded towards Kitty. "Only if you can catch us," Striker pushed Kitty aside.
He launched himself at the white coat as he opened the cage. The white coat was weak and fell back without much effort from Striker. The white coat pressed a button on what looked like a garage door opener. A buzzing noise came over the speakers and the thundering of running Eraser feet. They broke through the door at the end of the corridor, charging towards him. Just when the Erasers were centimetres from him, he blacked out. His heart started racing, he felt adrenaline pumping though his veins.