I walked slowly, limping a bit. I froze as someone grabbed my shoulder. I turned angrily, hoping against hope it wasn't an Eraser. It was. I slashed at him and kicked him away, but more were coming at me. I jumped over someone's head and started to run. One of the Erasers suddenly appeared out of nowhere, grabbed my arm, and pulled hard, nearly pulling it out of its socket. I screamed loudly and he laughed at my pain.
"Aw, what's wrong kitty?" he jeered, pulling me backwards. "Does it hurt?" He was hurting me, laughing about it, and he was calling me a kitty. Big mistake. I turned around and made direct eye contact with him. He froze as I entered his mind. A flash of images appeared: a child running happily; a little boy crying; a loving parent being torn away from their child…I wrenched my arm away and ran, letting the tears flow freely. At least this kid had parents, even if only for a moment. I didn't have anyone.
Leaning against a brick wall isn't comfortable, but you get used to it. I looked around for pursuers, listening carefully. Nothing. The Erasers must've lost my trail. There was a sudden yell and laughing. Surprised by the sudden noise, Ilooked up to see a girl surrounded by a gang of guys. By the look of things, the lugs were attempting to do something rated NC-17. Groaning, I got up and walked over. The guys were big, but obviously brainless. They didn't even notice me walk behind them; they were too busy concentrating on the girl. Hoping to get their attention, I kicked one of them over and they fell on each other like a row of Dominoes. Priceless. They yelled and scrambled to get up, glowering at me. I lifted my arm and casually extended my claws. They stared at it in surprise. Before they could figure out if I was a mutant or an alien, I was busy beating the crap out of them. A few kicks, a couple punches, and an itsy bit of swearing got them running for their worthless lives. But before I could savor my victory, I was suddenly hit on the head. Everything faded into nothing…
I woke up with a horrible headache. I wouldn't open my eyes , but I knew someone was watching me. "Who are you?"
"A friend." The voice was soft, but it sounded strong. "Here." I felt someone's cold hands place something on my face. I felt at them anxiously. Glasses? I opened my eyes and half the world had a reddish tint to it. I sat up to see the girl and an older woman wearing glasses. I wanted to thank her, but I stopped. How'd she know about my condition? I sniffed suspiciously and got my answer. She smelled of chemicals.
"You…I won't let you take me!" I growled, starting to unsheathe my claws. The woman frowned and shot a look at the girl. She nodded and clapped her hands. Before I could blink, a couple Erasers appeared and pinned me down. I screamed and yelled every swear word I could think of, including a couple new ones I had picked up on the street. The woman picked up a walkie-talkie and began to yell into it above my screeching.
"We have Experiment 13!"