Holding Silver close, I was afraid for my life. The noises had gotten loud. I was shaking, and Silver was licking my hand. I was covered in sweat from running so much (And I tell you, I don't run), my eyes burning from the liquid that was recently poured in them, and my arms were burning.
I tried forget all that. I focused on Silver. Her coat was sticking out on end, her eyes barely a sliver of their normal size. Her claws were unintionally drove into my chest (Which was were she was laying on me) and her ears back.
Silver meant A-LOT to me. I had to protect her.
I took her only cat-carrier (It was origanally a dog-carrier, but never the matter!) and put her on my pillow (which was inside [along with a few of her catnip toys, my 3DX, it's charger in the big, cat-carrying part. The top where the toys are suppost to go held my stash of money]), then zipped it up. She didn't like being confined...
I pulled it onto my back, one strap around my neck and and one around my waist. She wouldn't like such a bumpy ride, but it was for their safety.
Sadly, I wasn't thinking of the consquences..
I straightened my back, stretching out my limbs and spreading my fingers apart. It's quite a hassle to ever get me to run, so I was preparing myself for every aspect.
I wish I had been paying attention to the laughter growing louder.
.. ... ..
I grabbed the child by her hair. She didn't think about leaving the door open, I assume.
I regretted grabbing the firey flames of her head. I couldn't remove my hand.
"Oi, nice to see you again. You finally give up?" I said, hiding my own terror. My hand! MY HAND!
"...The hell do you want?" She muttered. I saw her cat hiss at me from it's box.
"Such a nasty mouth for a sweet girl!" I said, grinning. Oh my God... MY HAND! How nappy can a girl's hair get?!
"So? Why are you torturing us?"
"Adrenaline rushes are fun. Screaming is music to me. Terrifying? No, amusing." I said in a light voice, taking a momment to laugh off my fear of- OHMYGODIT'SMOVINGANDTAKING OVERMYHANDHELP.
"You sound sick... But you're terrified yourself, aren't you?" She said. SHEFOUNDOUT.
"What are you talking about?" I said darkly.
"Your hand is shaking."
"How do you feel that in your hair...?!" I said, curious, yet still on edge.
"Subject to experimentations." She said, shifting her weight. "Look, just go back in the closet, and all will be fine."
"You have my hand, deary." I said, pulling my hand out slowly.
She facepalmed. "Y'don't say.."
She used her hands and slowly pulled my hand free. I rubbed it, wondering if her hair had effected it.
"I hate war, so maybe we can make cupcakes sometime?" She said weakly.
"...I don't half hate that idea, love." I said. She was the only one who hadn't tried to harm me or threaten me. She just had a filthy mouth while alone.
And I had some soap.
(( So, Red has feeling in her hair due to some chemical mutantions. Her hair was shaved from completely off, mutated, and then it slowly grew back, just as hair-coated skin-nerves.
EXTREMELY small nerves, so it's EXTREMELY hard to notice the difference between her hair before and her hair now. It acts the same, it feels the same, it looks the same.
Just smells different.
No, her mother doesn't know she volunteered for experiments. Where do you think she gets money from? She's barely 13!
No, Red is not me. She just shares some (er, alot) of my traits!
-DR54321