AaN: I AAM SO SORRY. I know it took forever to get this up but my computer suddenly staarted rebeling aagaainst my writing. I didn't think I waas THAAT baad but aapaarently I aam. It might taake a bit longer for the next chaapter cuz it's aa reaally long one. I only own my chaaraas, nothing else. Pleaase pleaase pleaase R&R. No flaames, my first big story. Enjoy!


***The young woman's voice cracked but she cleared her throat and started again***

Who knows how long I was there. After the first few days of pokes, prods, tests, and electrocution, I sort of lost track.

I discovered I hadn't lost my speed or reflexes... or my ears and tail.

Yeah. I had tiger ears and tail.

Somehow, I also gain incredible amounts of knowledge. I knew as much as if I had gone through years and years of human schooling and college.

I wanted to give up, to give in, to let go, but that girl kept coming back and telling me to fight.

She came everyday, tapping my box and mouthing words of encouragement. I still didn't know why she was there, but it was nice to have a friend.

One day, two of the security guards that always escorted the girl walked by, carrying a stretcher. I managed to look at who they were holding, and my heart stopped.

The girl looked terrible. She was incredibly pale and shivering. She was bleeding from a nasty wound on her arm and seemed to have an injury on her leg, too.

I was furious! How dare they hurt her! All she ever did way obey their wishes! She never fought against them or spoke back!

I roared and pulled against my bonds on my wrists and ankles. Somehow, she must have heard me through the reinforced glass of my prison. Her eyes fluttered open and her hand reached out, weakly touching one of my clear walls.

My anger evaporated and I watched her sadly as her guards took her around the corner. I regret to this day that I hadn't protected her better.

Suddenly, I had a reason to keep going. I planned to escape with her, to save her from this horrible lab. I also wanted to find my siblings, however I hadn't seen them since the day we we first arrived in the building. I didn't even know if they were alive.

While I plotted my revenge on the crazy humans, they were making plans of their own. According to what I started hearing, I was a failure and was not at all what they wanted. Combine that with my resistance to everything they tried to put me through, it was not long before I began hearing the word "terminate."