JUNJOU TERRORIST

II

LOST

"Run, they're escaping! Close the gates!" roared a voice throughout the building, Shinobu trembled in his cage scared "2245! is 2245!" a voice called closer to Shinobu's cage and left towards the exit doors. Shinobu panicked watching the shadows running back and forward, the wrecked panels and tiles crumbling with a stampede "They're escaping, they are leaving!" the ruckus was becoming greater by the minute, many species were escaping, there was a chance, a CHANCE!.

Shinobu tried to fight against the lock on his cage but it was an iron bounded in a doubled lock, turning his ears to the corridor he cried and called as hard as his kitten's mews would allowed him. "Please, don't leave, please don't go! ...don't leave me... I'm here! …I'm…" but the sounds were getting farther and farther away. His chance, his only chance was gone as quickly as it had come. Shinobu cried hard, curling at one corner of his cage. "Mama… Papa…" mumbled between sobs, the voices and noise gone in to the outside world and the freedom he craved.

In the cold dark night between dreams and nightmares a poor soul fought to wake up.

"You're worth nothing, look at you!" a voice laughed darkly, he had tried to escape again. "Thank goodness you're all around the world, if we used the Angora specie they would have being extinct already" there were more laughs, they grew louder around his ears.

-0-

He opened his eyes slowly and looked around, noticing the empty street. What had happen? Why was he there? He tried to move his arms but his shoulder was bruised and cramped from the cold, making it hard and painful to move it, his whole body felt numb and the taste of blood in his mouth was of no help with the nausea. Forcing himself to move his arms, legs and tail he check himself up for any broken bones, sighting in relief when he found none, sore limbs are far better than a broken leg or tail, even twisted is better than broken.

"Where am I? How did I got here? ...Who am I?" wondered the young kitten, resting his back against the hard stone of the wall, his head throbbed and his ears hurt with every sound they caught, howls and cries, like demonic beats stumping through the earth, loud, shrill, long noises he had never heard before. The more he tried to understand what was happening the more his head throbbed. Looking at himself he noticed a small plate pending from a black collar around his bruised neck, "Shinobu" he read in it, the name did not mean anything to him so he let the plate fall and continue to look the floor around him he thought something was missing. A rucksack, it was his he knew, but what was inside he didn't know. He didn't search for it thought, deep down in his mind he was afraid. "Not now, not now" said a voice inside his mind. Feeling a wave of new pain and nausea coming he let his head fall against the wall and closed his eyes, hoping for sleep.

"Oh, you're so sweet." cheered another voice, an excruciating pain growing inside of him. "No, don't you dare, don't!" his mind screamed, trying for his body to resist, but his body was numb and would not move "Oh come on don't cry, you already know that doesn't work" responded another voice, they were so many.

Noises, breaking and growing like the ocean, woke him up from his dreadful nightmares, the nausea and headache were gone, but the pain had stayed in his snow-covered limbs. Licking his chapped lips he opened his eyes and looked up and around, watching the stranger faces looking down at him, they all talked in quiet yet excited voices, "It's about me?" wondered the young kitten trying to perk his ears and listen, when a sudden movement among the people startled him, gentleman in dark blue clothes came running towards him, followed by a men in a white coat.

"We must sedate him!" said another man in white, from a truck, to the other in-front of him and the blue-coat man came forward. The poor kitten felt his heart beat faster than ever, frightened he tried to run away but his legs were not able to stand his weight yet, the people around gasped and cried seeing the kitten stand and fall over and over again, sending awful growls and yowls of pain, yet hissing with fright, lashing against anyone that tried to touch him. But then, he felt a sharp pain, looking down he saw the needle in his hand, he had pulled it from his neck. Feeling his senses blurring almost instantly, his body became heavy and his mind blanked out, falling the ground.

When he opened his eyes again he was in a very big cage, feeling scared he tried kicking at the bars and break free, but it was impossible, sad and tired he curled in a ball to cry when a woman's voice, sweet and soft called for him. "Hello kitty-chan!" called the girl smiling, she was using a white coat but her smile was tender and her words did not give him chills, "How are we doing today?" she asked and he perked his ears a little, looking at her curiously. At this she smiled even broadly and placed a small bottle with water and a plate with food. "Eat, it'll make you feel better" she said and took a chart from above the cage to start on writing something, he waited until the woman was far enough and focused on the chart to retrieve the bottle and plate, and start eating. The food was miraculously delicious, but soon he realized it was water what he needed/wanted the most, drinking all the bottle and hoping she would be kind enough to give him another one.

"Oh kitty-chan you drank it all! You must be so thirsty after the anesthesia, I'll give you some more" said the doctor and smiled again her sweet smile. When she did, he took it between his small paws and drank slowly, savoring the refreshing liquid. Then the door opened and 2 people came in, a woman taller than the doctor, beautiful with long brown hair, soft curves and long legs, and with a very serious expression, the kitten did not like that woman, he preferred the doctor. "Good day doctor, " said the next person coming in, he was a very short old guy, he had a small mustache and gray looking suit, he had a soft easy smile and when he turned to see the kitten he smiled tenderly, he didn't hate the guy, but still preferred the young doctor.

"So how is the little one doing?" asked the mister looking at the doctor

"He's recovering now, but I must say it's a miracle he survived, malnutrition, infected wounds, teared muscles... " said the doctor looking at the kitten. The other woman followed the doctor's stare, her eyes softening "then, it was good you found him, Father" she said and the father smiled sadly

"I wish I had found him sooner" he said to his daughter and turned again to the doctor "is there anything else I can do for him?"

"I'm glad you ask," the doctor responded, pressing the medical chart against her chest, "there are not many willing to help and my shelter it's already full" she explained, "If you could adopt him and take care of him for the next 2 years, until he turns legal… maybe not adoption but, foster parent?, just until I could get him a new home... just"

"Of course I can!" cheered the man smiling, cutting off the doctor "My wife and I have always wanted a cute kitten to take care of" said the father, but his words made his daughter smile in a funny way and the doctor felt even more worried. "That's so nice Sir but, you must understand that this kitten has suffered a very traumatic experience, if not many more, post-traumatic stress, injuries and malnutrition, he needs treatment. It would end up being more difficult to take care of than any other "cute kitten", it might be like taking care of a son with serious illness". She didn't want to discourage the man's generosity but she had to say that, for the kitten's sake.

"..." The father looked sadly in to the cage and at her daughter and she sighed and smiled back, "don't look at me, I won't help you clean him but I'll talk to Mom if she says something about it" and that made her father smile, "we'll take the kitty with us, the moment we get him we'll have him with the best pet-psychologist and trainer and we'll follow their advises to heart"

"Take, take…" the words resounded in the young kittens mind, their meaning waking something inside him, it was no good, no good at all. He kept on looking at the people around him, Father and daughter spoke just a couple more minutes and soon they were gone, the doctor's expression changing between anxious and happy. But nothing happened immediately. For days he was cared by the doctor and a couple nurses who were just as kind and soft spoken. He ate till his belly was full and the wounds ion his body slowly started closing and easing away.

One day some men came, they talked with the doctor in hushed tones, papers were exchanged, another man with a white coat came as well with the Father and they spoke long inside the doctor's office, the kitten's small ears were not able to catch their words but the emotionless face of the man frightened his heart. After that, and through many days more men arrived in gray and blue overalls, they were preparing a big cage, the father kept on ordering things, kittens menu, clothes, medicines, when they had finished preparing everything they went away, waving happily to the doctor who waved them goodbye, smiling brightly. The kitten felt no happiness, he could feel in the air that something had change, "no good no good" repeated the kitten and fidgeted and purred turning around in his cage stressed, he needed to do something. But then the doctor came and gave him some milk, he drank it gratefully and then rested in his fluffy and comfortable bed inside his big cage, feeling his tummy full and his mind floating.

"This is a very mild tranquilizer so it should not do more than make you drowsy" said the doctor smiling and petted him on his head; the feeling was so wonderful he started purring contentedly letting himself fall asleep. "Tomorrow I'll do it… tomorrow" he thought

But when he woke up again the next day he was no longer with the doctor, but inside a different cage with no way to look outside except the clear sky, the room was narrow but tall, it was dark and it vibrated constantly, piled up cabinets, clothes and rattling with it's movement. The room was also empty of humans, horrifying sounds were heard from everywhere, horns and screams voicing things he didn't understand. After what felt like hours he arrived to some place he didn't know, the doors where open and the father and daughter appeared, followed by an old woman as tall as the Father, with a very serious face just like her daughter's, yet gentle eyes, she looked at the kitten and sighed deeply "I'll prepare some warm milk" she said wiping her eyes and went back inside the house, leaving the door open so the moving staff members could enter the house. He remained still, trying not to freak out, the daughter saw him "Father, I think he is way too nervous, it might be better to let him rest inside the cage for a few days, while he gets used to this place"

"That might be true" responded the father and followed the group inside the house, but stopped with her daughter to help prepare the kitten´s meal. The staff members continued on in to a spacious room at the third floor, it had many toys and plushies, with pink and blue painted walls, a rocking chair, a cradle, a closet and a television set. The kitten withdrew to the very back of the cage trying hard not to panic, the place was filled up with things, strange things to him, and the sounds; the noise was growing by the minute, there were people laughing, wheels creaking, furniture screeching, one of the staff member looked at him and laughed, the voice so dark it hurt the kittens ears and soul.

"Look he's so cute, let me open the cage" said the man bending to open it.

"Don't do that, the boss won't like it" said his partner turning around to leave.

"It's okay they're going to do it anyway right? I just want to pet him a little" said the man and opened the lock in the cage, his partner turned around and was about to speak when he saw the kitten's face, "DON'T!" he screamed but it was far too late; freaking out, his space reduced, the kitten lashed and bite the mover's hand, in reaction the man held and threw him out of the cage and against the wall in rage.

"He bite me! the son of a bitch bite me!" Hitting his head the kitten lost focus for a few seconds, but at hearing the voices, adding the daughter's and father's voices he regained his stand. His legs now worked perfectly, he had being resting enough. his eyes searched and landed on the window high above, a tree on sight.

The father entered the room and was only able to see the young kitten with blood in his mouth, jumping on to the television set and then in to the window to jump out on to a tree outside and disappear down in a matter of seconds. The daughter run as fast as she could but by the time she opened the door the kitten was no were in sight, his father arrived a few seconds later with a cellphone on his hand "yes, animal control?, we have a sick runaway kitten, his not feral but he suffers from post-traumatic stress" turning to her daughter he ordered "Call the doctor, inform her" she didn't respond just took her cellphone out and dialed the vet's number.

The kitten run as fast as he could until his legs could not move any longer, when he felt about to stumble and fall he stopped, and looked around, there were no more noises and the air was fresh, he decided to rest inside an abandoned house, there were no blankets or soft surfaces to rest on but the walls were thick and protected him from the wind. He searched his pockets, blessing in his mind the double layer of clothes the doctor had given him as well as the snacks. He quickly ate and after he drank from a puddle of water he found in an abandoned garden he tried to sleep, but nighmare-infested hours made him woke up early the next day restless and depressed, he tried hard not to cry, he had being so scared. He ate the last pieces of his snack and drank mouths full of water, and then continued on running, trying to find his way back to the doctor and her sweet voice.

He was about to turn in to a corner when he bumped in to someone, he was instantly knocked in to the ground crashing in to his damaged tail, "Mooowwrrll" he yowled in pain feeling small tears prickling his eyes. "Ohh look at that!" he heard someone saying and he shook his head lifting it to face 3 youngsters, not very well dressed and with very dark smirks.

"Ohhh we found a kitty!" cheered the one in front of him, his hair was kept in untidy dreads, his arms marked with tattoos in red and black. The kitten felt his whole body tense up.

"What do we do Charlie?" asked another one, blond and beefy, turning to the third youngster he called Charlie, he was slim and not as tall as the other two, but his eyes were cold dark rims, his lips curled in a crooked smile, there was an aura of death around him. The kitten moved backwards and hissed as loud as his sore rib cage allowed him, his ears pinned, claws showing.

"Whatever you want" he said and in a matter of seconds the group was on top of him, immobilizing his arms and legs. He scratched one, bite another but soon he was tied up and with his mouth covered with a piece of his own shirt, "Sweet dreams" he heard and then something hard hit him on the back of his head.

Author's note: This one had a tad more minimal changes, some medium changes too like Nowaki's number, which now is shorter, starting with a low number cause he was one of the firsts projects the lab started. I wanted to kind of show that. I have also changed Shinobu's number. For continuity issues.