Majic: Well I decided to post my new story.

Kon: Sounds interesting.

Majic: ...How did you get in here?

Kon: Back door

Majic: Well since you're here, you get the honors to read the story to the readers

Kon: Arse

Majic: I know

Prologue

Darkness, what really defines darkness? Some call it evil, others use it as a term for strong negative feelings, and it can also be used as an element that blocks one's vision. The last option is what is currently happening to me as I lay in a dirty cell; just because my eyesight was blocked, didn't mean that I was cut off from the world. The splashes created from the heaven's falling tears outside echoed through the dank building that houses me. Cutting off all other noise but the rain outside, do I find my body and mind relaxing, I don't know how the feeling washed over me, but unlike other people that find rain depressing, I personally get the sense of total calmness. The droplets of water remind me of the tears that I can no longer produce.

As the calmness continues to wash over me, I slowly open my eyes to the horrible world that I reside in. Making out the details of the cell, it seems that darkness mostly resided here, even with the little light received from the moon outside. In the farthest part of the room, in one corner lay a pot where I could release all the waste from my body, and against the opposing wall of the corner was a pile of hay that is used as my bed. Other then these two things, my cell (like all the others) were practically empty.

Questioning where am I? My current location is deep within in a facility that is hidden in the darkest parts of the forest that encircles the area. If you were to walk into said facility, then you would hear the painful cries of small children that lay within the building's walls. I am but one of the children that cry out for help everyday. Everyday, of every month that lay in a year, we are experimented, tested, and injected with a variety of different liquids that I can't identify, but even though being too young to understand what they inject us with, I do understand the fact that slowly, but surely it is mutating all of us kids in different ways.

I don't remember any of my life, as I have been here since my birth; sometimes I wonder if I was just born here. Do I even have a family? If I did then are they crying for me? Searching for their lost son? Can they hear my cries of pain? Or did they move on and forget me? As the days progress on into months that turns to years, my mind slips even further into my own personal madness.

...Stomp...Stomp...Stomp...

Ah, here comes the doctors. It seems like it's time for another test. Who will be taken away this time? If anything it will most likely be me.

Crawling to the door of the cell, I glance at all the others that share my fate. Around a year ago, I realized that unlike the other children in the cells around me, my body seems somewhat more healthy and stronger than the others. Looking around, I can see all the others on the floor trembling and crying, praying that death would take them so they could finally be free. Examining closer I could see how red their eyes are, how pale and pasty their skin looks, and how skeletal their bodies are.

Why am I different?

Crawling away from the door, I slowly make my way to a puddle that is forming underneath the barred window. Sitting at the edge, I peer into the reflection that stares back at me with dead emotionless eyes. Examining myself, I can see that, even though being fairly thin, I am not as skeletal as the other boys and girls, but either way I don't look like them in the least. Why you may ask? Well I will tell you.

Other then my hair being silk and smooth human hair, scales cover my most body rather then skin. Before I continue on, let me explain what those sick bastards, the world calls scientist, have done to us prisoners. The liquids injected into us have altered our DNA by replacing certain strands with that of certain animals. Only reason I know this is by an accident that happened during one of my training sessions. In the early stages of the experiment, the scientists forced me to fight random animals, but due to a careless mistake on my part, I was entered into a slight daze, but I could still hear and feel that the adults were taking me to the medical bay, where I would be treated to point where my body would be fine before throwing me back into my cell. As they patched me up, they were discussing about the project and that is how I knew what they were doing to us.

Now to continue on from where I left off, my once normal eyes are now that of an eagle, instead of normal human ears that are suppose to be on the side of my head, I have fox ears that rest upon my head. Shark teeth reside in my mouth and if you think my head is sickening, then just wait when I tell you all about my body. Arms of a gorilla, legs of a cheetah, fingers and toes clawed with webbing between each finger, and because of the mutations, my body has become an over sized grotesque bulked body. Resting on my back are wings of a bat and sticking from the base of my spine was an alligator tail and monkey tail.

Even though you can see only my external appearance, I know for a fact that my internal appearance is just as messed up. Traits and abilities mostly found in humans lay in my body and again I found this out the same time they were talking about the experiments. If, and only if I can live long enough, then I am sure that I would find out what exactly I have within my body. This form though disgusts me to no end and I have those that did this to me to blame; I am no longer human.

The steps are getting closer and just like my prediction, two men stopped in front of my cell door. Before I could do or say anything, I was on my back in pain, as volts of electricity ran down my body; all coming from the stupid collar that surrounds my neck. If a normal human had taken this then I am pretty damn sure that they would have died not even 5 seconds into it.

"Get up you piece of trash."

...Bam!...

"Urgh!."

"I said get up!"

...Bam!...Bam!..

I struggled to get up from where I lay, and after many shaky attempts, with kicks thrown in, I was finally able to get up onto my feet (if you can call them that anymore). Leading me away from the others I couldn't help, but think about how I will get revenge on the people that took away the life that all the children here had and set those that share my fate free.

Majic: Now that is a prologue...i think.

Kon: I think you did fine and as long as readers enjoy it then that is all that matters.

Majic: That might be true, but I still can't help think about all the grammar errors it has.

Kon: Someone will tell you about them eventually, but for now -gets closer- we should have some alone time.

Majic: Uh huh...-runs-

Kon: He is such a kidder, anyway R&R! -runs after Majic-