Author's Notes: Man, I've had a busy weekend. From being really sick, to getting my laptop, to my ultimate favorite… meeting one of the writers for a TMNT comic! Sadly, I can't remember his name, but I got pictures of the artwork so I should be able to figure out who he is. Best Saturday that I've ever had.
Anyway, as you can tell, my OC is a cat. Let me tell you this readers, there is a reason that she's a cat. I won't fully tell you the reason, but part of it is that she tends to be very very clumsy. So with that, let's continue on with the story. I also don't own the song "When the Mirror Cracks". That's owned by Xandria
New Life… Not! Ch 2
I could feel angry glares being shot at me as I walked towards the exit of the airport. Angry dark glares that were aim to kill if the saying "if looks could kill" was true. Of course, I should say something, but I didn't want to die. Not just yet; I'm way too young to die.
From deep into the cat carrier that I carried at my side, I heard deep scary growls coming from within. A chill ran down my spine; I was absolutely terrified of what was held within it. I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts. I was bigger than the creature in the carrier. I've faced scarier things then this! I could do thing!
"Meow!" went the carrier.
I jumped, yelping and nearly dropping the carrier. Nope, nope, nope, I couldn't do this. I was going to die for sure. My life might have been hard, but there were moments when I had fun. Like the moments when the doctors would take all of us mutants outside for training. Or when they would try to pop of a joke, in which they would fail… horribly.
"Tessa!" came a whisperer from the carrier. More shivers, holy cow he was talking now. I was in big trouble.
"Yes?" I replied weakly.
"You forgot about me," he simply stated.
I winced, before moving the carrier in front of my face. My eyes locked onto the golden eyes of the white tabby inside. "I know, K.R."
"You forgot about me," the cat repeated, his eyes glaring straight into mine. It took everything in my power not to visibly shiver from fright.
"Yeah."
K.R. was silent for a memento before, "HOW COULD FREAKING FOGET!?"
"Shhh!" I hushed, bring my finger to my lips as I stepped out into the outside world. "You don't want to attract attention do you?"
He gave me a blank look. "You're talking to a cat in a crate. Who's the one attracting the attention?"
I huffed at him, lowering the carrier. Ignoring his whines of the sudden movement, I tried to hail a cab to take us to our new home.
K.R. was like me, also an experiment being held and mutated. From what he had told me, before our Big Escape and before his mutation, he was just a normal human boy in his early teens. Like a lot of the other experiments, he was also sold into the mutation program by his greedy parents. He told me that he was one of the first ones being tested with this type of green mutagen that the doctors were given by this strange man in a suit with a stone like face, and spoke in a weird version of English that made it seem like you felt your own knowledge of the English language leave through your ears. Of course, K.R. said that he heard about the man in the suit when the doctors were getting ready to experiment on him.
How it was, he said after overhearing a lot of discussions, the doctors had divided a group of kids into different sections, each section being tested by a different animal. Apparently the doctors wanted to find a way to create the perfect merge between animal and human, to create the perfect super human. A mixture of animal, strength, psychic ability, and human look.
K.R. was the first of a group of five others to be tested with a cats. Supposedly, the last animal you touched before getting splashed by the mutagen, you would get turn into that animal. K.R. was allowed to play with a white tabby, not knowing what was going to happen. A doctor then suddenly poured a canister of mutagen on K.R.'s head and the mutation occurred. The doctors weren't happy though, for when K.R. mutated, instead of still being human with cat like features, he had turned into a cat himself, size features and all. The only thing human he had left was his thoughts and ability to speak.
Though the doctors were very angry with the results, they kept working on the mutagen and were even experimenting of K.R. still. Eventually, the doctors thought that they had it perfect and decided to test it on its newest victim, which turned out was me.
I was actually the first subject to be successfully mutated how the doctors wanted. Unfortunately though, even my mutations came with bad results. I can't remember what happened though. Whatever occurred, it was so bad that my brain blocks me from remembering it. K.R. said it was so bad that the doctors nearly killed me when trying to stop whatever I was doing.
Of course, I didn't know all of that until I met K.R. when the Big Escape was happening about three years ago. Since then, K.R. and I have been on the run together. He's been like a big brother to me. From what I could calculate, he's about ten years older than me. So if I'm sixteen now, then he would be about twenty-six.
"Tessa?" K.R.'s voice interrupted my thoughts.
I shook my head, before trying to hail a cab again. "Sorry, I was lost in my thoughts."
K.R. chuckled. "I figured. Two taxis stopped and waited for you to get in. You didn't move an inch, so they left."
"Oops," this time I was able to flag a taxi down. I crawled in, setting down the pet carrier beside me and giving the address of the house location.
"You worried about starting this new life?" K.R. asked, cautious about the driver in front of us.
I nodded my head before looking out the window at the tall buildings. Since I moved the opening to face me, I knew that he was able to see me movement. I could sense him smiling at me before speaking again. "Don't worry, honey. I would trust these people helping us. They seem to know what they are doing, especially that blonde girl who's slightly older than you. You can finally have a life of a teenage girl."
"I can," I agreed, but added in a more whisper like voice, "But does a normal teenage girl have spotted black and white cat ears that thankfully blends in with her black hair with white highlights? Does a normal teenage girl have fur that covers her body? Or a black and white spotted tail that she has to hide by wrapping it around her stomach?"
K.R. winced as my voice go louder with each passing word. He waited for me to calm down before speaking again. "No, normal girls don't have that. But that makes you more special. You have something that others don't have."
"And that something was forced onto me," I stated.
Before K.R. could answer though, the driver spoke first, his eyes staring at me through the rearview mirror. "Miss? Are you okay?"
"Hmm? Yes, I am. Why?"
"No, no, it's nothing. Just continue talking to your pet." He said quickly. I shook my head, sighing. I was getting a little tired of sitting. I needed to move.
"Excuse me, Mr. Driver?" I asked, tapping on his shoulder. I ignored the puzzled look that K.R. was giving me. "Do you thing you can drop me off here? I would like to walk the rest of the way."
"Umm, sure," he said, uncertain on why I would ask that. He pulled over to the side and I paid him. "To get to your location, you need to continue walking for about three blocks straight and then take a right where you will walk for another five blocks. The house should be in that area, all you need to do is look at the building numbers."
I crawled out of the taxi, "Thank you so much. I would have ridden the rest of the way, but I've been sitting for a long time and need to move around. Thanks again."
The driver nodded his head before driving off. He didn't go far though before he pulled back over to the side and rolled down the window. I quickly walked up to the cab to see what he needed. "Cause you such a nice girl who's new to New York," he said leaning over the passenger seat to see me more. "I think I should give you a heads up. There is a gang here that is very dangerous. They are called the Purple Dragons. Stay away from them and you should be fine."
The Purple Dragons? Interesting, but I wasn't really frighten much. "Thanks for the heads up!"
The driver nodded, driving off. I fixed my backpack on my shoulders and moved the carrier to my left hand. K.R.'s moans could be heard coming from it. Giggling, I started my trek forward to our new house. It was starting to get dark outside; it was almost 8:00 p.m. when I looked at my watch. Nighttime was always my favorite time of day. It was a time where I could finally become myself, without having to have my ears folded down constantly and my tail wrapped around my waist. I could finally show the true me without fear of being hunted down and sent back into a cage to be experimented on.
I was so peaceful that I didn't even know I started singing slightly. Ever since escaping, I discovered that I liked to sing and dance, doing either one at random times. And I was actually pretty good at it, if I do say so myself.
"Feel I'm in a dream, scary scenes, rush before my eyes. Wake up in a scream, this is real, where's my paradise?" I sang softly, stepping in time with the music in my head.
"Isn't that song a little dark to be singing it in a cheerful voice?" K.R. asked, interrupting my favorite part in the chorus.
I shrugged my shoulders. "Eh, it's a good song to sing! Even if it is dark. Speaking of dark though, I have a question."
"Shoot."
"Did you sense that we weren't the only mutated things here when we touched the ground? That there was something deeper going on here?" I asked, turning right just as the driver instructed.
K.R. was silent for a moment. "So you also felt it, huh?" he finally spoke. "My psychic ability might not be as strong as yours, but yes, I felt it as well."
I nodded my head. "It was very strong, at least to me. It even affect my sense of smell."
"That is weird. We should be careful here until we find ou—" K.R. stopped his sentence suddenly and I froze with a tingle at the scoff of my neck.
My pause was only for a slight moment before I started walking again, as if nothing happened. I focused my thoughts, trying to aim for K.R.'s thoughts. This new psychic ability of telepathy was still pretty new and I wasn't completely used to it yet. But at a time like this, I don't think K.R. would mind if I just into his mind like this.
Do you feel them too? I asked, still walking like normal.
"Yes, can you tell how many there are?" came his thoughts.
About four of them, all male, sizes of different variation. I feel that they are trying to herd us to an empty alleyway.
"Hmmm… okay."
Okay what? I thought, puzzled at his comment.
"Allow them to take you to the alleyway."
WHAT?!
K.R.'s chuckling filled my head. "I can tell that you've been sort of antsy all day. You can use this as a way to release that stress."
Are you sure though? I could hurt them!
"Think of this a practice of self-control. You need to find a way to take care of yourself and here's your chance."
I moaned slightly, and began to allow the men behind us start to crowd around and herd me. Alright, then.
The alleyway I was led into was dark and dank. I noticed on the side of the buildings were fire escapes with both ladders pulled up. A strong scent of garbage and sewage filled my sensitive nose and I struggled not to gag. I couldn't believe that K.R. wanted me to do this.
A hand pushed me hard on the shoulder, forcing me against a building wall. I struggled not to lose my grip on the pet carrier. I kept my head down, trying to focus my powers. I didn't want to hurt them, not too much anyway.
"Alright, lady," a lanky man with long greasy hair walked in front of me. He had his hand in his jacket and I knew he was holding onto something, most likely a gun. "Us, Purple Dragons, don't want much trouble. So just hand over the backpack."
I moaned internally. We haven't even been in New York for even a full night and we are already in trouble. And by the freaks we were just warned of. I really hope this isn't what my life if going to be from now on.
