Sorry it took so long. Anyone even reading this story anymore XD? R&R

Klunk groaned, unable to keep his eyes open they simply shut once more. Besides he could tell under his lids that the light was very harsh just past them. At least he was alive, what they'd put him through was harsh, and sedatives or painkillers hadn't been given to him during the whole process. He counted himself very lucky to be alive, and chalked that up as his first lost life. Good thing he had eight left. Where was he? Why did he feel so-for lack of a better term, strange?

Limbs twitched, fingers twitched. His brow furrowed as he tried to get his brain to process that correctly. His fingers? He had toes, and paws. Not fingers, but sure enough he commanded the longer digits to twitch and they did so.

Fear and dread rose up in his heart, and the simple fact of being alive was squashed by a new realization. He'd been changed. How much though? Was he a monster now? Upon further inspection of his body he realized, no. There was nothing new about him, well nothing that he hadn't felt before. His existing limbs just felt different than they did before. In fact he still had a tail, which was a monumental relief. Cats tend to grow dependant on their tails, without them balance is difficult. Of course cats could adapt, but that wasn't the point. Klunk was just glad to have what he came in with still present despite the change in them.

"He's waking," that was new. He could understand human speech now? Well he could vaguely get the main points of their language, but this made things ten times clearer.

"Good," his ear twitched at that voice and he took in a breath, trying to keep his fur from bristling. That was the bad guy, the one with an aura so tainted Klunk wondered faintly if he'd been born...or created. "Open your eyes."

He did what he was told without a second thought, but couldn't figure out why he'd done so. The lights made his eyes water, but he couldn't shut them. His fur bristled slightly at this, just what was going on here?

"It's working," the man said, his form obstructed by the light which was currently causing spots in Klunk's sight. "Good. We can begin the rest of the tests. Get up."

Looked over at the man, fear in his eyes, but he did as he was told. His body already reflexively tugging at him to respond to that command. It was just a tickle in the back of his mind, but it was still there.

Though as soon as his feet touched the ground they gave out. He slumped to the ground, new body shaking from the exertion of just trying to stand. This was new to him, walking on new legs, new muscles flexing to compensate for what the mind didn't know about it.

"It appears as if he's struggling," said the other man, the lighter man. He was no saint, but he looked a lot nicer than that man in the black suit. "It will take time for him to get used to this new body."

He didn't seem to listen, or care because Klunk felt his new arm being grabbed in a vice like grip as he was hoisted upwards.

"Stand," he said, voice rough and full of authority. Klunk tried and managed to stand shakily on his legs, the effort causing him to pant slightly. Yet he didn't fall, couldn't fall. The look in that man's eyes told him not to even think of falling or there would be punishment. "Good."

With that the man released his arm and left, coat tails gliding behind him as he made his exit. Klunk slumped to the floor with a sigh once he was sure that man was gone. The other scientist put a comforting hand on his head, but Klunk flinched away from the touch. The man didn't pursue and simply kept his distance.

"We must head for physical therapy and get you ready, tomorrow won't be as easy as today," he said, lifting him up and making sure he could stand before letting go. He motioned for the cat to follow, and he did as he was told, stumbling every so often. After all what else could he do but listen and obey. Run away? He'd trip over his new legs before he could even get a few steps ahead.

One thing the cat did notice though, as he followed the man was how small he was. He was a lot bigger than he had been as a cat, that was for sure, but he was still on the small side. His stature was probably that of eight year old child. As he walked he looked at his hands, flexing them and tilting his head to the side as he watched the skin and fur shift. Maybe it was because of his youth? Maybe he'd grow more- he shook his head vigorously. No, he needed to be a cat again. A regular one, not a mutated one.

At least this way though, he could get answers.

"Mister..." he whispered softly and the scientist turned, startled.

"It talks!" he said flabbergasted. Klunk's tail swished in slight irritation, the appendage bristling. Did he think he was dumb? Or that cats did not have speech?

"Who was that man?" he asked, getting used to his new voice. It sounded the same, but different all at once. Seeming to get over the fact that the mutant cat could talk the man answered promptly. Obviously this guy's identity wasn't a big secret.

"John Bishop," he said and Klunk's eyes widened as he listened to the way he said the name. He remember...master, he used that same noise several times, and so did his littermates. Their voices were always angry or worried when they said that name. No wonder Klunk had sensed such a bad aura. That guy was an enemy of his family! He had to get out of here.

Turning the cat only managed to get a few paces before, just like he'd suspected, he hit the floor. He heard footsteps and flinched when he was hefted into the air by a new person, when had they- It didn't matter, Klunk was soon placed inside a new room. Medical supplies lining the wall of this place too.

Using Bishop becasue...I can I guess...

Short chapter, hopefully they'll get longer.