Kurt was running through a field of tall corn. There were other figures moving towards him in all directions. Kurt felt a bone crushing pain in his ankle. He looked down, discovering a bear trap chomped on his foot. The 4 year old Blue mutant screamed out in pain as blood seeped into his fur, dying it crimson. The fur covered, blue mutant screamed in agony. He was bound to a steel table while scientist poked at his insides, without putting him on anesthetics. He was cut open, being used as an experiment for the sick and twisted minds of the people around him. When He wasn't being sliced open, he was being injected with chemicals, or trained to fight.
The small blue boy sat in his cell, beaten and cut. Boots stomped down the hall, coming his way. The 8 year old pleased in silence as he kept his glowing yellow eyes to the cell door. English words rang out loudly through the cement corridor. Kurt had no base to make sense of these words due to only being able to understand few words like, Stay, Go, Attack, and as they called him, Furred Freak. Suddenly, the cell swung open and a large, tan hand grabbed the mutant by the spaded tail, and ripped him from the cold cell floor into shackles.
The 9 year old stood with his Katana in his hand, while his opponent bled on the floor. The pink haired 17 year old looked up at him. Usually, this would be when they stopped, and whoever lost got punished by no food for a most of two days, and the winner would be thrown into there cell. "Finish this." The announcement from outside the white, blood stained room boomed. Kurt looked over the the camera with worry in his eyes. By now he knew most English. "B-But.." "KILL HER!" It yelled, hurting both opponents ears. Kurts eyes went wide as he looked down to he girl, crying on the floor. "N-No! Please! Don't Kill me!" She begged and cried. Kurt dropped his Katana and stood to the camera. "No. Vont Do!" His english still needed improving. One of the military specialist walked into the room and went right up to Kurt, Punching him in the face. Kurt fell to the floor with a black eye and a bloody looked over to the girl without a name, who knew she was going to die, but begged for life. The military man took the Katana and stabbed it into the floor, The pink haired girls skull had the blade of the katana going right through it to get to the floor. Blood sped from behind her head, onto the floor, pooling around her. Kurt backed up to the wall as he cried. Fist began to make contact with his body, leaving blood, bruises and broken bone.
Kurt shook in his cell only 11 years of age, Blood mixed with a white fluid all over his body. The commander of the weapon X project zipped up his pants, leaving the boy to be covered only by his blood, and the others seed. The same as what covered his body, leaked from his anus while he tried to keep his breathing at an even pace, but the tears running from his eyes made that difficult. The man named Martin Sutter walked over to the cell door before looking back at the boy with a grin. "That was fun." He said before walking out.
The furry mutant ran on all fours as he tried to escape the lights and guns in the forest. He ran and he ran until he could run, no more. He feet and hands bled, but he would not stop. He ran for most of two days until he passed out by the side of a pond. The 13 year old Kurt woke up to the sound of laughter and music. Looking around as he stood up on two feet dizzily, He listened for were the music came from. He stumbled to were the sound came from, back into the forest. He noticed himself walk past a tent. He went towards the people who all went quiet at the sight of fur coated with blood. He passed out, right there. He chose to have his memories blocked that day.