It had been two years. Two long, horrifying years. Though she didn't know this. She no longer recognized time. Too much had happened. Too much had been done.
She had suppressed it all. She had no emotions; it was only primal. Survival of the fittest. Someone had once taught her that. Who?
The metal collar that fit snugly around her neck beeped slightly.
No. She had never known anyone. She was only a prisoner, theirs forever.
She shuddered against the corner of her stone cell, and curled up into her ball. No use sleeping, they would only wake her again when they were ready to continue the experiments.
And she was right. One of the guards threw open her cell door. He took pleasure at the site of her huddled in the corner, her long and tangled chestnut hair cascading down, covering her face.
He gruffly picked her up, and barked his orders.
Kitty heard flashes of a voice, "stand" and "move." She began following him, dragging her feet listlessly. She was a shell.
They entered a familiar metal room, and she was forced down onto a cold table. They strapped her down.
She saw one of the white men inject some sort of liquid into her left wrist, and the world went black.
* * * * *
They had only been half way through the procedure went the entry alarms went off.
The leader of the white men barked orders at the guards, and Kitty was picked up. They threw her in her prison, and she slumped against the wall, still unconscious. The guards ran to their collegues, who had been at the entrypoint, trying to find what had set off the alarms.
As soon as they were gone, a demon- looking creature stepped from the shadows. His yellow eyes glowed brightly at the long overdue site of his friend.
With a large puff of smoke, and a loud popping BAMF he was inside the cell. Bending down, he picked up the fragile figure, and easily carried her. In another puff of smoke, they were gone.