Authors note: Okay just before I start I would like say a few things. Firstly I don't own anything from the books. Secondly this is a sequal and while you don't have to of read Borrowed Wings it will help with some of the back-story. Thirdly Kit is, as many of you will recall part tiger so expect more violence in this story, but it is only Erasers and White Coats and no one cares about them. And finally, enjoy.

Not Human

Kit-Cat

I could hear the steady squeak of the approaching trolley; they were coming for us, me and my sister. I looked at Sophie huddled in her own cage through the bars of mine, she hadn't heard them yet, she just sat nestled in her wings staring into space. She shouldn't have to be going through this; we'd been kidnapped about a month ago by a group of so called scientists, we'd been taken away from our family, put in cages and recently crossed with animals.

My claws sprang out of their sheaths when I thought about this. Yes the crossing with animals worked, there were eighteen other kids in the same room as us at the beginning of the month but now they were all dead, only Sophie and me worked. She got crossed with a bird and I picked a tiger out of the species lucky dip. I have fur, fangs, claws, a tail, big rounded cat ears and what felt like a short muzzle, and according to Sophie my eyes are now yellow.

The door to the room opened and two White Coats wheeled the trolley inside. I growled fiercely at them, out of the corner of my eye I saw Sophie cower inside her cage; she shouldn't have to be going through this, it was my job to protect her, I'd been doing that since she was born.

The White Coats stopped in front of us and one mimed making a decision between us. I growled louder, as if he didn't already know, they'd requested one of us for 'tests', and he knew even if we didn't.

"Her," he said pointing at me; I showed more fang and growled louder. They manhandled my cage on the trolley, the smart ass White Coat got his hand too close to the bars and I lashed out at him, one of my claws biting deep into his finger.

"They're in for a challenge," he observed dryly, sucking his finger. I grinned, I hoped it got infected. Sophie in her cage whimpered in fear. I wasn't surprised, the last time they took us for 'tests' Sophie got strapped to a table and I got a black eye, though I did put an Eraser in the infirmary.

"Don't give up Soph," I mouthed at her as they wheeled me away, she just sat there whimpering. I didn't know whether I wanted to hug her or kill everyone in the building for doing this to us, maybe both.

"Bloody thing scratched me," one of the White Coats grumbled sucking the tip of his finger, once we were out of the room and the door was closed securely behind us. I growled again, they didn't let us talk but growling isn't talking and almost as satisfying.

"So where now?" I snarled, I wasn't really expecting an answer, but what the hell, talking annoys them.

"You'll see soon enough," the one I scratched said, rapping the bars of my cage with his cattle prod and grinning almost as viciously as me. "And no talking." I growled again, I really hated him. We passed the door to the lab where they did all the experiments and I breathed a sigh of relief. Though knowing the White Coats, they had something even more nasty planned.

They opened a door and pushed the trolley inside and then dropped my cage on the floor with a bone shaking crash. They have never put my cage down gently, though I should probably be more annoyed about the whole cage thing more than anything else.

"Out," said the other White Coat menacingly, unlatching my cage and rapping his cattle prod on the top of my cage, sending a tingle down my spine. I growled a curse and pushed open the door and slipped out, ignoring just how easy it was to walk on all fours.

"Now let's see just how vicious you really are," he said grinning and backed out of the door holding the cattle prod between us at all times. I growled again, seriously thinking of pouncing anyway but I'd learned after all the little 'tests' they'd done just how much those things hurt. The White Coat stepped out of the room and pressed something on the wall and the door slid shut, the smug smirk never leaving his face.

I stopped growling with a sigh and looked around. It looked like I was in a cloak room of some sort. Totally empty of course, so no chance of finding a weapon, but the real question, why leave me here? I got unsteadily to my feet, really unsteadily, I couldn't get used to what they've done to my feet. I took a tentative step forwards and fell flat on my face.

"Stupid paws," I snarled getting back on all fours; it was easier, I could learn to walk properly later; and went to check out the door.

It was useless though, an ugly key pad lock crouched on the wall next to the door, and no way that was going to open. I rested my hands next to the lock and regarded it angrily, wondering if I hit it hard enough it would open. Suddenly there was a pneumatic hiss from behind me and I whirled, only just keeping my feet, but it was just a second door opening emitting a bright shaft of sunlight.

I smiled slightly, that was probably my first sight of the sun since the Erasers captured us, so long ago now. I didn't move though, just stayed frozen, tensed, and waiting for something to come through that door, probably an Eraser with a gun given my luck.

A full thirty seconds passed. Nothing. I took a tentative step towards the door. Still nothing. Another step. Zilch. I couldn't hear anything either, just the whisper of the wind as it slipped past the open door. They couldn't be letting me out could they? I squashed that thought before it could take root. What they'd done was illegal on too many levels just too let us go. I'd have to escape on my own if I wanted out.

I reached the door and, after a moment's hesitation, stuck my head out and glanced around quickly taking a deep breath of free air. The world had more scents than I remembered, probably to do with being part cat now, though it was still poisoned by the rank of antiseptic. I couldn't see anyone, just the edge of the building and grass fading into forest two hundred yards away. Oh, and a large enclosure made of fencing topped with razor wire attached to the side of the building, which I was slap bang in the middle of.

I took a step outside and immediately regretted it as the door slammed shut behind me almost catching my tail. Great now I was probably going to be picked off from a window or something. I walked slowly around my enclosure, looking for a way out I guess, it was about fifty yards square and had just been put up judging from the disturbed earth by the fence.

I spun around as I heard the door open and two Erasers emerged, attempting to walk nonchalantly, and failing miserably I might add.

"Hello kitty," one said smiling horribly and showing his too large teeth. I snarled, the corners of my mouth lifting to show my own fangs. They started to walk towards me, still trying to look casual; I think I fazed them though because they tensed, ready to move at a moments notice.

"It's not kitty," I told them with a growl, taking a few steps from the fence. My tail flickered in the edge of my vision, probably in annoyance; I'm still not used to the stupid thing.

"You look like a kitty cat to me," he shot back menacingly.

"And you look like some ugly mutt," I snarled in response. "But we can all have our good days."

"You're dead kitty!" yelled the touchy Eraser who began to morph.

"Kit!" I hissed, throwing myself forward onto all fours and sprinting towards him. The shock registered on his ugly face, halfway between man and wolf, a half second before we collided. Not nearly enough time. I leapt towards him baring my claws, hitting him in the chest and knocking him over like a skittle. He yelled in pain and surprise as I brought my legs up and dug my claws deep into his stomach. I clung on desperately as he toppled over and was almost thrown off when he crashed to the ground like a tree trunk.

He lay there looking stunned, seeing stars. I didn't pause. I unhooked my claws from his chest and delivered a quick punch between his eyes. Something cracked and his eyes rolled back in his head a trickle of blood flowing out of his muzzle.

I took a deep breath which turned into a hiss of surprise as I dodged a blow from the Erasers buddy that I only just heard coming. I struck out wildly with a forepaw and sliced though his jacket as he leapt backwards and then snapped at his arm as he raised it defensively. He scrabbled at a holster that lay empty at his side and backed away as I untangled myself from his fallen friend.

"Nice kitty?" he said hopefully, trying to smile, something totally ruined by his overlarge canines. Genuine panic shone in his eyes, he wasn't even trying to transform fully. I growled again, tensing to spring and digging my claws further into the unconscious Eraser, fresh blood welling up under my claws.

"N-nice…" he started and then bolted for the door. He got about five paces before I caught up with him, leaping on his back and hooking my claws deep into his flesh. He screamed in terror and then in agony as I bit into his neck. He stumbled and then fell to the ground still screaming for help, I bit down harder and shook him like a doll. Something gave way under my jaws and there was a sickening crack. He stopped struggling and went limp.

I got slowly to my feet, wiping the blood from my mouth and pulling my tail out from under him, how he managed to fall on it I'll never know. There was a yell of rage from the door and I whirled round to see five Erasers rushing towards me. Great. I took a few hesitant steps backwards as they rushed at me, spreading out slightly in order to surround me. A snarl picked up in my mouth as I flicked my head backwards and forwards, trying to keep them all in my field of vision.

I don't know how it happened but somehow I stumbled and lost my footing thanks to my new feet. I landed hard on my butt and hit my head on the fence making the razor wire jingle.

"Shi…" I started then was cut off as the Erasers charged, the middle one drawing ahead of the others and pulling his fist back ready to strike. I threw myself forwards, darting through his legs and lashing out at his calves, my claws tearing through skin and muscle. He bellowed in pain and then toppled over backwards crashing into the ground like a tree trunk. I accelerated away, just avoiding him falling on me. The other Erasers scrambled to turn around as I shot past, one falling over in his haste. It would have almost been comical if they hadn't been trying to kill me.

I came around sharply; digging my claws into the earth to stop myself from overbalancing and then picked the closest Eraser and charged at him. He saw me coming and bared his own claws, still halfway through morphing. I leapt into the air, going for his head. The shock registered on his face and he tried to throw himself out of my way. He managed it; just. My paw clipped his muzzle, gouging out long strips of flesh and sent me spinning out of control, smashing into the ground and rolling over and over.

I lay there for a stunned second and then a dark shape loomed over me. The Eraser kicked me hard in the ribs with a heavy booted foot and the breath rushed out of me. I leapt away from him, rolling on to my front and scrabbling to my feet. He lashed out again, this time aiming for my head. I threw myself to one side and then bit deeply into his leg as he tried to recover his balance, not stopping until I reached bone. He screamed in pain and flailed wildly, trying to shake me off. Something gave and I went skidding away, taking a chunk of his leg with me. I spat it out in disgust, Erasers really don't taste nice.

I heard heavy footfalls from the building and saw another eight Erasers running towards me. This was getting out of hand, not to mention the two now fully Eraserfied ones stalking towards me. I looked round anxiously; the fence was at least twice my height but the only other way out was back into the lab, so fence it was. I caught a flicker of movement in the corner of my eye and saw an Eraser struggling to his feet right by the fence. Maybe I could jump it with a springboard.

One of the Erasers dived at me, his overlarge claws scything through the air. I accelerated away, neatly dodging a kick from his comrade and charged at the rising Eraser. He heard me coming, whipping round and wincing when he put weight on his bleeding legs. He didn't have time to do anything though and didn't even try to, just stood his ground, rage burning in his eyes. No one has ever accused Erasers of being smart.

I hit him hard, digging my claws into his chest and pushing up with all my might. He fell backwards and I soared into the air clearing the razor wire by scant inches and even then nicking my tail on the way down. I hit the ground running, ignoring the bellows of rage from the Erasers, and dashed for the trees. There was a muffled bang from somewhere behind me and something embedded itself in the earth in front of me. 'A dart,' I realised before I'd whipped past it, still accelerating, amazed at just how fast I was running.

I crashed into the forest a few seconds later.

Free.