I'm so sorry I haven't updated in a long time but I've had a TON of homework and 3 projects so I just havn't had the time.

Fierce POV

I spent a sleepless night in my ever so comfy cage. At around five am the whitecoats came to pick me up for testing. No one bothered to try to get me out. Nope they just chucked my cage onto a cart paying no mind to the fact that I was upside-down. I was ceremoniously dumped outside on the ground. Before I had time to react a whitecoat rushed forward and snapped something around my neck then hurried back to his buddies inside.

"Stand-up." Someone ordered through the speakers.

"No thanks. This grass is actually quite soft compared to that cruddy plastic thing." I rolled over onto my stomach and surveyed my surroundings. Buzzing electric fence with a low chain link ceiling, rock wall, tar pit, set of hot wires, various other ridiculous things. Oh goody! The obstacle course!

"I said, get up!"

"I said, no." One of the whitecoats pressed a button and electricity coursed through the collar. It brought tears to my eyes as I lay there trying not to scream.

"Get up." This time I complied pushing myself to my feet. "Good. See how much easier things are when you listen?" I said nothing, choosing instead to glare at the window. "Now go to the start."

"And where would that be?"

"Don't play dumb, you were out here last week." I got a little teeny shock as a reminder to be a good little mutant and do what the scientists said. The start was over by the north corner, about 10 feet from the rock wall. "Stay right there, experiment 23654787 will be joining you soon." I held back the grin that was threatening to break out. Experiment 23654787, also known as Scratch, was part of a group of experiments created using the DNA of extinct animals. The scientist who created her had an ongoing argument with the scientist who created me over who had a better feline hybrid. I know what your thinking, didn't I say I was the only successful feline hybrid while arguing with Falcon? Yes, but I meant the only one with wings. As for just plain old feline/human combos, Scratch and I were the only two.

Anyway, when we were about 8 years old they had this brilliant idea to test who was stronger(the arguement had been going since before we were born). By that time had was just starting my screw with the whitecoats plan. It was mainly little things like "accidentally" knocking over huge stacks of paper and the usual snarky coments. As I was waiting for the two whitecoats to quit bragging long enough to start the race I had the perfect idea. Long story short I had convinced Scratch that we should both make sure we crossed the finish line at the exact same time. From then on we had done everything equal to see the pissed off looks on the whitecoats' faces when neither of us won. Who was really the best? I have no idea since we'd never actually tried to win.

Scratch walked over to wear I was standing.

"How has the hellhole been for you lately?" I asked politly. She ignored me. That was odd. We weren't really good friends or anything. More like two strangers united for a cause, but she had never been rude before. I didn't have time to question this new development because a whistle blew and she shot off at top speed, way faster than we usually went. I broke out into a sprint, barely able to keep up with her. Over the rock wall, across the river, through the tar with her one step ahead of me the whole way. We hit the final stretch and she started pulling ahead. I saw red. No one EVER beat me. I wouldn't let them. My claws came out and I felt that little extra burst of adrenaline that I got when I was angry. The gap between us slowly closed. 63 feet, 54 feet, 30 feet, 14 feet, 5 feet, 1 foot, 5 inches. . .

She crossed the finish line a fraction of a second before me. She wasn't even breathing hard.

"What. The hell. Was that?!" I asked between gasps. "What happened to screwing the scientists?" Her lips curled back into a sneer, her fangs even more exposed then usual.

"What are you 5? Misbehaving to get attention. Grow up." She scanned her hand on the pad the white coats used and the door opened. "Oh and by the way, nice collar, dog. Guess their keeping you on a short leash since that temper tantrum on Wednesday." She turned and sauntered inside, the door swinging shut behind her.

What was wrong with her? What form of torture would be strong enough to get her to become one of them. Because that's what she was, a whitecoat. I watched her through the window kicking a dog mouse thingy that was being injected with some sort of fluid that caused it to howl in pain. She then ordered one of the patch work 5.0s to go do something.

"This proves it! My smilodon(saber tooth tiger) hybrid is better than your avian/feline mutt!"

"That wasn't a fair trial! Yours was injected with the Sharp serum! A huge advantage and my hybrid still almost beat yours!"

"It was completly fair and you know it! There weren't any rules about using any experimental drugs! And if I'm correct, you were planning to use the Sharp serum on your experiment, and doubt you were going to tell me!" The yelling went on and on. Sharp serum? Where had I heard that before. . .(flashback)

"You have got to be kidding me! Join you? As if!" I burst out laughing.

"Laugh all you want, kitty, but we've almost finished creating the Sharp serum. After your given that and a quick operation you won't be as resistant." The Professor, the guy who runs this place, shook his head as he walked out the door.

Oh God. It seemed like Sharp+some operation turned you to their side, and from the ease that Scratch did the obstacle course with it also made you stronger. The perfect weapon. And I was about to become one.

My crate was dropped on the floor next to Falcon's who was finally back.

"Nice collar, it seems to be the new trend since they tested how it works last night."

"I'm sorry this is all my fault." I looked over at Chibi and Spike who also sported collars. Clementine didn't have one. Probably because she always did what she was told.

"It's not your fault that the Professor is a crazy freak who has a sick fascination in torturing kids."

"You saw the Professor?" I was suprised. He hardly ever preformed any of the testing.

"Yep. He said something to the others about considering me for the Sharp Procedure. Something about a serum and operation. Thank God they said no." My face went white.

"They said their going to give me that. It turns you into a monster. Falcon, if that happens I. . . I want you to kill me. Kill me and get the others out. Promise me, please." He looked horrified conflicted between protecting the others and hurting me. A long silence passed between us.

"Ok. But Fierce? It's not going to come to that. I won't let it.