Sierra is the proff reader of my storys. This is the begining of Pockets life in the 'Buidling' with that white coats.

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Chapter 1

The building was as white as a hospital, for it was kind of used like one. Testing rooms, surgeries, and it is a very scary place. Hospitals are scary to many, and I will never step a paw into one ever in my life after what I saw in this building.

I came to the building when I was just two, still young and small. Many animals where here; rodents, felines, canines, equines filled each cage, room, and stall. Many of us felt like we finally had a home. A place where they fed us, cleaned us, but we were wrong.

My place was in a small clean walled room. Only one window let in light and one table in the middle of the room. On the walls where shelves; we were on the shelves in small cages. If you were lucky, you dint have to share a cage.

This was good for two reasons, one, you dint have to share the food they gave you, and two, if they died in the cage you have to worry about the smell.

I had to share a cage, the old mouse didn't live that long, she died in her sleep after the second week I arrived there. Poor old lady, she told me amazing stories each night, but I knew she was insane from the virus. She spoke of places where no human has seen, places where animals could live free.

Maybe know I will believe her, I just have this little feeling in me that she was right. Sadly, I didn't have the hope of getting out of this place alive. Many of the animals where 'failing' the tests; meaning they died from the virus.

I never failed a test yet, my body just seems immune to the virus or the virus made me immune to other sickness. This might be a good thing, but because of my able to pass power, I was the talk of the animals in the room, even the talk of the animals from other rooms.

As a normal day came and a white coat picked me up from my cage, he took me pasted the equine stable. There I saw the most beautiful thing in my life. She was a dark bay mare, long legs and soft wind tossed mane.

Later, I lean that she is Candace. We become great friends, but in the beginning she hated me. Being a horse as she was, she hated rodents; small little bodies that crawl over the ground. I was confused at first.

Soon I learned that the equine kind saw themselves a high race or breed of us, so they never liked us so close to them. I still think that's a silly idea. Rodents are very smart, we should get some credit.

After the white coat talked to a few others white coats, when he was done talking, he walked into a strange scented room still holding me very tight in his grip.

The walls where grey as a soon to-be storm cloud. I didn't like it in here, I bad feeling filled me as my fur became damp with a nervous sweat.

I was set down on a table, a bright lamp turned on and faced to me, and my little pink eyes squinted at it. Before I knew it, a sharp pain pinched my tail. I let out a scream, but to human ears it was more of a squeak.

I searched around pasted his hands, trying to see what he did, and then I saw it, my wonderful, beautiful tail was gone. The horrible white coat dropped my bloody tail in a little bag and all that I knew to do was bite, and that's what I did.

A sharp, fat bite on is wrist. He winced and smacked my away, cursing to himself as blood dripped down out of his glove he wore.

I was proud of myself, I proved I was not just this white coats little testing subjected. I had feeling, I cared about myself and I was angered and full of pain with that lose of my tail.

To a rodent race born with a tail, if hurt to lose it. We are not like a lizard that thinks they are cool because they can lose their tail without a sweat.

Looking back to the man, he was using a phone thing and about a few minutes later there was a group of white coats in the room. They had these odd hats on their faces, crowding around the one I bit into.

He was rushed away and without a second thought, a hand grabbed me, hard. I felt my life being smashed away from me, and for a moment I could have swore I saw the light.

When I came to, I was in a new cage, in a smaller room then I was ever in. The room had a scent of bleach and air cleaner. Slowly I stood, a little dizzy; my body was unbalanced without my tail.

I voice startled me.

"Welcome little hamster, to the room of the biters, infectors, and mentally challenged animals. Also know as End of the Line. "

My little gaze went around till I saw a large sharp in a cage across the small room. Sitting up I looked closer seeing the light brown eyes look back.

It was a germen shepherded. His coat ragged with age and had a grin like an old man. His eyes showed he was not in his right mind.

"I'm a rat, sir." I told his kindly, knowing he must be insane to act so calm in a place like this.

"Is that so? Well rats have ugly tails, and you lad have nothing but a stub on your rump." With that he nodded to himself, seeming glade he knew so much.

My gaze dropped and I looked at where my tail should have been, but it was gone, and all was left was a scabby stub, a sad excuse for a tail.

"My name is Chief, lad. Who are you and why are you in this room?"

"I'm Pocket, sir. And I believe if I'm right, it is because I bite one of the white coats hands."

"That's a shame lad, he might die you know, humans always die when one of us bite them. It's sad but true, you might not think its sad now, but you would most likely be dead if the white coats didn't take you in." he just jabbered on and on after that.

Soon I was asleep, not ever knowing the time, for this room had no windows for light to come in. Days passed, well I think there days, I still can't tell, but not a single white coat come in, food was already in our dishes. So much food we could live forever on it.

Chief talked to me all the time, mostly every moment of the time I was awake. I believe he is lonely; no one else is in this room that's alive. Chief said he has been in this room for over a month know, only seeing one or two white coats bring in food.

I began to feel a little weak; ever after I ate, to tell the truth I felt worse after I ate. That old dog never ate, well I never saw eat. He just sat there staring at all wall talking about 'it was the end' and 'beware the food' or curled up in a ball. Never eating, just talking to his self. I never understood him, still one day a white coat did come in.

"It's still alive." The white coat muttered to herself and replaced the old food in my dish then the same with Chiefs'. She stood up and then left the room.

At that moment it hit me, the food was poison, that why Chief didn't eat it and why I felt sick from eating it. With a little gasp and pushed the dish away from me.

This was the end of the line. But I was going to make it out of here, one way or another.

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There it is.

Scary, trying to poison the animals that do wrong. o.0

How wrong can you get?