Chapter One

It was day unknown in my lovely metal crate. Ha, catch the sarcasm there? I'd just woken up from a few hours of sleep before being cruelly dragged from my litte cage. Large, hairy claws clamped down on my arms so I couldn't do much but let them drag me. The erasers didn't seem to care that their claws were drawing blood from my pale arms.

Naturally, I couldn't resist saying something very smart assish, "morning guys! Have a nice doggy nap last night?"

The eraser to my left punched me painfully in the stomach causing me to bite my lip so I wouldn't wimper in pain. They laughed as they pushed open the doors leading to the antisceptic smelling hallway. I cringed as they pulled me past familiar whitecoats that looked at me like I was a project to be finished.

I held my breath when we entered the familiar white sterile room. The erasers kicked me down to my knees in front of two whitecoats. One was they only women "scientist" I've ever seen at the school. She had dead black hair that always looked like she'd gotten into a fight with her straightner. Sharp angles cut up her face making her look like she'd whip you for even looking at her. Evil black eyes summed up her devil face making me want to punch her into the next country.

The other was a tall lanky male who I see too much. White hair streaked his head showing his old age. Everything about him looked forced like his severe brown eyes and thin mouth. On his forehead was an angry red scar that he got from yours truly. This whitecoat learned the hardway that making me mad was a very bad idea.

"Morning James ", I nodded to the man then turned to the lady, "Morning Kendra."

The erasers kicked me painfully to the white tile floor. What can I say? I just couldn't resist.

Kendra looked as if she wanted nothing more than to kill me right then and there. I just rolled my eyes as James spoke up, "Don't worry it won't be making comments like that in the next minute or two."

I silently gulped not knowing what to expect. Today it could be anything, painful shots or a brilliantly evil surgery to "make me stronger".

"Okay," Kendra snapped looking down at me, " Your about to meet another succesful expirement like yourself, its going be a test to see who is stronger. You will fight him or you wont be fed for a week! Got it?"

I mulled this over in my head. Another like me? And I had to fight him. I wouldn't mind if it was an eraser I had to fight, but someone like me. I quickly recovered from the shock of knowing there was another like me and looked at them.

"it's not like you feed me anyways so I refuse to play your sick little games!" I spat at them, automatically getting kicked in the back by an eraser.

I coughed, trying to suck in air while forching to keep the pain off my face.

" Then how about this," Kendra grimaced evily," fight him or we'll kill him."

Okay I have to admit that shut me up quicker than a plane. It's bad enough that they tortured me, but I wouldn't let them hurt someone else on my account.

I dropped my dignity and muttered, "fine."

The whitecoats nodded to the Erasers, " Bring her to the battle room."