I was sitting in a room which was soaked in blood. Like the typical Vykker experimentation rooms. I ran and huddled over in the corner, fearing the worst. I heard a loud creaking noise, and I began to shake uncontrollably. A towering Vykker walked in.

"Come here!" it shrieked. I shook my head no.

"COME HERE!" It screamed. I refused to budge. It dropped a medical bag I didn't notice until now. I began to shake even more. It pulled out the remote for my shock collar and waved it. I STILL didn't budge.

"Fine! If you insist!"

I screamed and I collapsed on the ground, shaking uncontrollably. My legs were kicking and I grew faint. It stopped and I gasped for the precious air. I clawed at my collar in a vain attempt to remove it. It cackled and it beckoned for me to approach. I trudged over to it, and it stuffed me in a cage and lifted me up. I slumped onto the ground. They may put cruel implants into me, or worse. It turned several corners and I watched as it opened a door. Inside was a bunch of Vykker wearing surgical clothing and using surgical equipment. I gasped and fear struck through me

Vykkers were operating on Fuzzles, and removing their organs.

CRICK!

I felt an odd numbing sensation when my shoulder made that noise. Then my other shoulder did so. I stared at my nails as they turned into daggers. The cage grew even smaller, and I felt extreme pressure around my neck. I began to gasp, and then my collar snapped in half. The cage bursted open like a bomb. I felt metal digging in my flesh, and I ran out the door. I ran on all fours turning random corners. I turned around another corner.

BAM!

I was dazed, and then a purple beast grabbed me by my throat like I was a stuffed animal. It was painful, especially with three sharp claws holding me. I was kicking and squirming, gasping for air. I began to grow light headed. It threw me into a white room with blood stains everywhere. I dashed to run out, but the door slammed before I was able to. There was a humming sound.

"Now you must be punished, scum!" said a voice that rang from above. I swallowed and watched as all six walls glowed blue. Th-this can't be good.

My eyes flew open and I was in a cold sweat. I closed my eyes, and steadied my breathing. I opened them, and noticed I wasn't in the mineshaft where I was, I was a lot deeper in the mineshaft, near a pool of water. I swallowed and sat upright and looked at my leg, and there were fresh bandages on it. Not bloody, crusted, filthy, and dyed. I wobbly stood up from lightheadedness, and hobbled over to the large oasis. I sat down and quenched my thirst. I needed to, to help restore my blood count. Drinking would refresh me and make me able to fight and heal. I doubted I would have to fight right now though.

" 'Bout time ya woke up!"

I jumped up, and flew into a defensive position. My claws automatically began to grow. I surveyed the opponent. I about came up to his shoulders, he wore a cowboy hat, with darts placed in it. He had two ears similar to mine poking out of his hat. He also wore a jade green shirt, with a battered and sewn poncho. He had brown jeans, and cowboy boots. He had leather gloves with a foldable crossbow placed on his arm, and he had a beard, with long hair and a ponytail. Most of all, startling green eyes. He brought his hands up in a non threatening way. I calmed my self, and my nails sucked back in. I came out of my crouched and defensive position, and I eyed him cautiously.

"I ain't gonna 'urt ya," he said in his deep voice, "in matter of fact I saved ya life!"

My eyes widened. I then realized he was the one that helped me. No one has ever helped me besides Fuzzles that one time in the labs, and my friend Fuzzle- Wait where is he?!

"I jus' got done baggin Filthy 'ands Floyd, an' I stumbled upon ya', almost bled out."

I nodded and weakly smiled "thank you..." there was a pause.

"When I was passed out, was there a Fuzzle near me?"

"Hell yeah. That little demons bit me!" I widened my eyes.

"W-where is he?!" I stuttered. He patted a leather bag attached to his belt.

"He's right 'ere, why?"

"H-he's my friend." He cocked his eye brows at me and chuckled. He lifted the lid of the pouch and my Fuzzle jumped out and rushed to me, climbed up my body and cuddled on my shoulder.

"Thank god you're alive!" he chirped.

"I'm glad you are too!" I scratched his little head and I received an odd look from the strange man.

"Did ya jus' talk ta a Fuzzle?"

I nodded my head, "yea, it's a long story..." he must have taken the hint, because he didn't press. I noticed my leg pain has disappeared. It must have healed. I bent down and began to take the itchy, and aggravating bandage off.

"Hey, what are ya doin?! I ain't gonna put a new one on, if ya bleed out again!"

"Ah, relax, it's probably healed by now." I began to unravel it.

"Fine, I guess ya be looking to amputating yer leg in the future." I chuckled and I finished unravelling it. A round, pink spot where the bullet was. He furrowed his eye brows in disbelief and looked at me dead in the eyes.

"What the hell are you." He said.

"I don't really know for sure."

It was partially true, but partially a lie too. I was a hybrid of three creatures. Steef, Fuzzle, and a Berserker. But I don't know what the name of my hybrid creation is. So, technically I don't know.

"Are you sure?"

I looked him in the eye and nodded he adjusted his large hat.

"I have a question," oh god, what is it now?! "Why in da hell are ya in a bloody lab coat?!"

I didn't know how to respond without letting him know I came from the Vykker's lab in the sky. Instead of lying, I changed the topic.

"Do you know where my supplies are?"

"You mean your stuff? I had to leave it up there."

I growled and mumbled, "that was just a waste of time!"

"What do ya mean?"

I was surprised that he could pick up my mumbling.

"I stole the supplies from one of those reptile bitches, after I killed it. I got shot in the process." I sighed

"Why in the hell are ya doin' in the desert unprepared?!"

"I got my reasons."

"Then tell me."

"No"

He sighed.

"Fine. Be that way," he paused, "well, what should I call ya?"

I was partially stunned. I was never given a real name, just a number. I pondered on it for at least a minute.

"Ya gonna ignore me this time too?" he grumbled.

"Rouge." I said. "Now tell me yours."

"Ya can call me stranger."

"Okay." I paused. "I better get going. Thanks for helping me."

I went to walk past Stranger, into the mine shaft behind him.

"Whoa whoa whoa!" he stepped in my way.

"Now how in the hell do you think that you could survive in the desert without supplies. Do you even know where you're going?!"

I shrugged, "I don't know where the heck I am at, but I do know that anywhere is better than where I was." I stopped, catching myself.

"In where?"

I huffed, "doesn't matter."

He sighed

"Okay, ya'd better stick with me fer now, cause there is no way dat a lady gonna survive to long."

I stood there thinking about the offer. If I followed him, I would have protection, help, and supplies. Though if I didn't, I would probably die either from dehydration, or getting shot like I just did not too long ago. Or worse. Though if I did, he hand me over to the Vykkers. The pros out weighed the cons, and I nodded.

"Now don't be mad if I decide I want to split up." I said and smiled. He nodded his head, and turned around and walked through the mine shaft without a peep. I followed him, and I wondered what he was. We were similar looking. Both had long brown hair, our ears looked similar, except mine were larger. Our facial features were similar, but my face was slightly longer.

I sighed silently and trudged, wishing I had something more than a bloody lab coat and crusty fur.

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