T-bone made his way through the dense swamps on the outskirts of the city. His eyes glowed in an eerie yellow manner. His body ached; his flesh was falling off with each step.
"The master will help; he will make the pain go away." He thought to himself.
His mind, once full of thoughts was beginning to crumble, he felt like he was reverting back to a primitive nature. Drool began to seep out of his mouth and his ears perked up at each noise in the distance.
He found his way to a large monstrous cavern and made his way into it. It was harder to walk on just two feet, he started to crawl. His fur began to fall off in patches, revealing green scales. His tongue became more reptilian like, and finally he slithered into the realm of the master.
"Damn! It appearssss that katalist 89 wasn't a good choicccccce!" The mad doctor cursed at himself.
Dr. Viper watched as his creation become nothing more than a large puddle of putrid smelling green ooze. The reptilian/feline hybrid rolled his eyes and picked up a stainless steel device and headed to an observation table.
"No matter, I'll ssssimply clone another one!" Viper hissed to himself.
The large kat lay restrained to the table. He was in complete and utter agony, his bloodshot eyes watched in horror as Dr. Viper paced towards him to take more blood and tissue to create another one of his horrors.
"No more! Please, just kill me!" The unmasked Swat Kat begged.
"Ssssorry, Mr. Furlong. This may sssssting a bit." Dr. Viper sarcastically quipped, flashing his razor sharp yellow teeth.
Chance howled out in pain. Dr. Viper hadn't used any anesthetics or pain reducers the first time, and he still felt the pain. He winced as he felt the random tools and devices being inserted into his body, peeling flesh with each flick of the wrist.
"Viper….if I get loose…I'll kill you!" Chance screamed, fighting at his restraints.
Dr. Viper began to reach into his pocket and pull out another surgical tool. He dramatically pulled it out and inspected it.
"Time for another brain tissssue sample." He said, without any emotion at all, how a scientist would dissect a toad in an experiment.
Chance stopped fighting the restraints and dropped back down into the stainless steel table, emitting a small thud that echoed through the bizarre laboratory.
"No, not that! NOT THAT!" Chance screamed in horror.
Dr. Viper let out a hideous chuckle as Chance Furlong squirmed around the table like a worm trying to avoid the reptilian hands holding the surgical tool.