Kind of rushed towards the end, sorry about that. Last few parts of this chapter took like ten minutes cause I was on a roll baby! Sorry for taking so long and that it's so short, I have life that's getting in the way, sorry. Updates will come as soon as I can get them.

Disclaimer: I don't own them! I barely consider the OC's used in this mine.

The first thing the tom noticed as he was roused from his induced slumber was the splitting headache he currently had. In tuned with his heart beat the orange cat groaned aloud, trying to shift around. Except he couldn't really move, at all. The next thing he noticed was a weight, one across his shoulder blades, and the other fitting snug around his hips. There was no pull, it was uncomfortably tight on him.

"What's going on?" he mumbled out, green eyes bobbing open for a moment. What he couldn't figure out was why he was being restrained. They didn't restrain you at the shelter, just locked you up in a cage as you waited to see what would become of you.

"Look! Poor sap is awake!" a voice cackled from his left. His ear twitched, homing in on the voice. Muttering slightly, he couldn't seem to open his eyes, they felt like they were glued shut. His legs didn't feel any better, those felt like he'd run up and down stairs for a whole day, none stop. "C'mon! Respond you rude little thing!"

Finally his eyes opened. The room was dimly lit, and the young tom could see cages of varying sizes lining the walls he could see. Not all were full, but a vast majority were. Most animals didn't move, some didn't even look like they were breathing any longer. What was this place? Klunk heard something whistle at him and his head snapped over to a cage, three down from the ceiling.

"That's right, up here pretty boy," she was a grisly looking she-cat, but not old in the least. Around a year old is what she looked like, but her sand colored fur was all kinds of messed up. It was patchy in a few places, revealing her pink skin just beneath, and it was matted in others. Amber eyes glowing like fire greeted him through the bars of the cage she was nestled in. "Ya probably should've stayed knocked out."

"What do you mean?" he inquired, green eyes blinking sluggishly.

"Just looky at what you're strapped on!" she hooped, a grin forming on her maw. Looking down Klunk realized an unsettling fact. He was on a table, an examination table to be exact. A lump formed in his throat as his head snapped up to the she-cat. Her eye brows were raised up slightly, lids at half mast as she grinned coyly at him. "Awful predicament you're in, looks like they want to dig right into you. I bet you'll make an awful mess! Yes it'll be-"

"Oh would you shut up Purdy!" a voice snapped out from one of the lower cages. Klunk looked down to see a small dog glaring up at the she-cat known as Purdy. "Some of us are trying to sleep, and you're scaring the poor thing!"

"Shut up mutt!" Purdy hissed back, hackles raised. The dog paid her no mind, rolling her eyes before resting her head back on her paws.

"Don't listen to her," Klunk's attention was diverted back to the dog, who looked up at him with sympathetic eyes. "Too many times she's spent on that table. I wish you luck."

Before Klunk could even respond the door to the lab opened, and a man in white stepped inside. It was like one of those horror movies that his master loved to watch with his litter mates. Klunk was getting the full experience a little too close for comfort. Talk about 3D...

There was a hand pressing down on his head, ruffling the fur atop it almost affectionately as the human muttered a few...consoling words? He wasn't buying it, this guy was definitely going to cause him some form of harm. The way he was strapped to the table proved that.

Losing sight of the man Klunk let out a startled meow as he began to roll him down a stark white hallway. So he'd decided to move him, that didn't bode well with the young tom cat. They headed through a doorway, going from dark and gloomy to bright and irritating.

Klunk snapped his eyes shut at the brightness of this place, a headache blooming at the base of his skull. This place was clean, very clean, too clean. The things they used to keep the place so spick and span burned the orange cat's nose and on a few occasions he sneezed, trying to rid his nasal passages of the unwanted smell.

Quickly he was wheeled into another room, this one much smaller than the previous one. The lighting was as bright as the hallway here, but soon dimmed around the edges. A large light centered in the middle shone down on an empty space. Klunk's table was soon wheeled to that particular spot, the man released the table as soon as he found a good place with the correct lighting.

Dread collected in his stomach as he watched the man walk over to a table filled with all sorts of 'goodies'. All of which were sharp and lethal to anything that wasn't plated in some sort of protective gear. Klunk let out a pitiful mewl as the man selected one particularly sharp object. It gleamed brilliantly in the stark light's rays. Beams of light bounced off the walls as he walked carefully over to Klunk. The man rubbed up and down Klunk's spine, trying to soothe him but it would not work. The orange tom let out a low warning growl, fur bristling as that horrid knife like object headed straight for him.

He felt them cutting along his skull, it was a small incision, but no less painful. They took sample after sample from him, but why? What could they possibly be getting from him that they couldn't get from some other cat? He knew he shouldn't act that way, and that no cat deserved treatment like this, well he could think of a few, but this was just too much.

Eventually he lost consciousness, it wasn't by his own will. He faintly remembered a syringe being stuck into him at some point during the sample taking.

XxXx

When Klunk woke up he noticed that his limbs were still very stiff, and that the straps hadn't left yet.

"You up pretty boy?" he heard Purdy ask, her voice raspy and pleased as could be. He wanted to roll his eyes, but it seemed like too much effort. "Aw, the scientist's golden boy finally returns to the world of the living!"

"What...are you talkin'...bout," he mumbled, still groggy from the drugs they'd put into his system afterwards.

"You've got the genes," she purred. "Why you think they've been collecting cats? It's some big conspiracy y'know. But you've got what they want!"

"How...you know?" He just couldn't get his mouth and voice to work together, his speech still coming out in a slurred mess. This worried him though, he was their 'golden boy' and how on earth did Purdy know anything about this?

"Got the smarts, genius," she said, cackling softly, voice crazed. "Been in here long time! Since I was born, you don't think all those experiments wouldn't have an affect, didja? I'm smarter than your average she-cat."

Okay, that really worried him now. Experiments seldom came with no side effects, but he didn't know whether to take her for her word or just remember she was a crazed she cat. She'd been here since she was born, something probably got knocked loose in one of the many experiments she'd been forced through. It was nothing, she was just trying to get to him, yeah, that was it. Just trying to make him crack and go nuts like her.

Yet somewhere, in the very bit of his stomach, Klunk knew that something was going to happen to him. Whether he was their 'golden boy' or not, unless his master came and saved him then he would end up just like Purdy. Haggard, crazed, and lonely. It honestly caused him to let out a whimper, a pitiful, downright embarrassing whimper.

Purdy laughed, she laughed hard at that, her whole form shaking with the fits of her amusement. It turned Klunk's ears red with embarrassment as he tried to find a way to sink through this table and floor and just remain in the sewers forever. Then he'd at least be with his family, safe with his family, and happy.

The doors flung open with an excited noise form the human that'd got samples form him, and just behind him was some weird man dressed in black. Klunk's ears pinned themselves flat to his head as he let out a hiss. This man, this new scent was bad, very bad. His instincts screamed at him to run and find shelter somewhere, shelter where this man couldn't get his hands on him.

Klunk tried to dig his claws into the table and pull himself out of his restraints. Of course it didn't work, he knew it wouldn't, but he had to try. Needed to try something, anything to get away from the bad scent, the bad man with the evil aura about him.

He walked over to the shivering cat, a smirk playing on his lips and the light caught his glasses making him look like the monster Klunk could see on the inside. Klunk's eyes widened as he said something, something he couldn't understand, but the look was enough. It sent his stomach flipping over and over as a hand was placed on his head and his ears were affectionately stroked.

-Insert evil laugh here-