Post by mysteria on Jun 1, 2007 14:52:34 GMT -5
"I'm hungry!" The newest member of their little group, a tiny thing, with straight blond hair, and angry blue eyes, howled, her tail swinging around angrily. Stupid kid... Kitty thought, leaning back against the iron bars of her cage, attempting to shut out the noise. They were always doing this. Pull a kid off the streets, or out of an orphanage, and inject them with some twisted form of animal DNA, subjecting them to several hours of pain. Kitty had it easy. She had been born the way she was, without the screams of agony that come with the change as your DNA is screwed up.
"Shut up!" She barked angrily. God, didn't they learn the first time not to inject people with dragon genes? It made them irritable and loud, and kept her from sleeping, something she had to do a lot to have a good enough attitude to talk to someone.
"Well excuse me if I'm not going to sit down and wait for food like some animal! I'm hungry now!" A huge burst of flame shot from her maw, illuminating the dark lab, causing Kitty to throw a furred hand over her eyes in pain, and the dragoness threw herself against the sturdy cage.
"All that's going to do is get you-" But Kitty's warning came too late. A scientist plunged a syringe into the girl's shoulder, sedating her, much to Kitty's pleasure. At least the stupid child is quiet now. She felt no connection to the new people coming in, not until they had earned enough trust to be counted as one of her siblings. And why should she? Since she was old enough to understand them, Kitty had been told that outsiders would fear her, and fear equated to hate. She was taught not to trust anyone other than her kin.
"Food time!" A scientist yelled out cheerfully. Joy. A plate of gray mush that just barley passed as food. Moans of disgust answered him, and most rolled over in their cages, not wanting to face another patronizing scientist who was obviously thinking, what freaks... they're so creepy. Why am I here again?
"Hello Kitty!" Coralline, a soft spoken scientist, called as she made her way down the rows to bring food to Kitty, and check her vitals. A large band was strapped around her wrist to find her pulse, Coralline measured Kitty's wingspan, and had her expand her needle sharp claws to check for any possible cracks or parasites.
"Why do we have to do this every day?" Kitty said, her gray tail twitching in annoyance. She tolerated the testing, but just barley. At least they weren’t attempting to make her leave the comfortable solitude of her cage to go be examined anymore.
"Because, the big guys up front are trying to decide whether or not to teach you to fly, and they wouldn't be able to if your wings weren't long enough. So I have to check the length. The rest of it is just to make sure you aren’t dying." Coralline explained as she drew blood.
"Oh. I see."
"So, how are you? Been making friends?"
"Fine. No."
"You really should try to be a little more social, Kitty." Coralline sighed, closing Kitty's cage and securely locking it.
"Let me go you bastards! *@%!" Came a voice from the next room. The sound of a heated struggle reached her pointed cat ears, along with the sound of yelling and panic. Great. They were bringing in another one. He was rolled in, quite obviously sedated. Even so, he had been strapped to a gurney, and a plastic mask covered the lower half of his face, like he was some sort of cannibal. They tossed him into the empty cage next to hers, and quickly pulled away the mask and locked him in. He was fairly cute, with dusty, reddish-brown hair, brown eyes, and lightly tanned skin. The only things marring his features were his furry pointed red-brown ears, which stuck up from the top of his head like Kitty's, and his large bushy reddish-orange tail.
Another fox? They seemed to be favoring that DNA recently, almost as much as they did the wolf. He stirred slightly in his drug induced sleep, and Kitty poked him through the bars of the cages.
"Kid? You alright?" He wasn't really a 'kid', but was more or less Kitty's age, somewhere around 15. He slowly sat up, holding his head in his hands.
"I'm fine. Name's Tristan. Who are you?"
"Kitty. Why were you yelling at the scientists?"
"I tried to escape, they caught me, and they wouldn't let me go. It is my Constitutional right to be free and yet I'm kept in this cage like a common animal!" He ran one of his hands through his hair, and leaned against the cage, as though he didn't have the energy to support himself anymore.
"That was really, really stupid of you. Why would you want to leave? We have it all here." She turned away from him, wrapping her large wings around her body, brushing a strand of black hair out of her face.
"Yeah, everything except our freedom."
"Who needs freedom? I'm perfectly content right where I am. Besides, their going to move us to this one huge enclosure soon anyway, to see how we interact with one another."
"Don't you get it? All we are is an experiment! They don't care about us! But people on the outside would!"
"Look at me, Tristan!" Kitty hissed, standing up. "Look at yourself! My face and arms are covered in fur; I have a tail, and a huge pair of wings sprouting from my back! How am I supposed to be accepted?"
"It doesn't matter what you look like, Kitty. I think you're beautiful, even with the fur and tail and wings."
"Shut up!" She barked angrily. God, didn't they learn the first time not to inject people with dragon genes? It made them irritable and loud, and kept her from sleeping, something she had to do a lot to have a good enough attitude to talk to someone.
"Well excuse me if I'm not going to sit down and wait for food like some animal! I'm hungry now!" A huge burst of flame shot from her maw, illuminating the dark lab, causing Kitty to throw a furred hand over her eyes in pain, and the dragoness threw herself against the sturdy cage.
"All that's going to do is get you-" But Kitty's warning came too late. A scientist plunged a syringe into the girl's shoulder, sedating her, much to Kitty's pleasure. At least the stupid child is quiet now. She felt no connection to the new people coming in, not until they had earned enough trust to be counted as one of her siblings. And why should she? Since she was old enough to understand them, Kitty had been told that outsiders would fear her, and fear equated to hate. She was taught not to trust anyone other than her kin.
"Food time!" A scientist yelled out cheerfully. Joy. A plate of gray mush that just barley passed as food. Moans of disgust answered him, and most rolled over in their cages, not wanting to face another patronizing scientist who was obviously thinking, what freaks... they're so creepy. Why am I here again?
"Hello Kitty!" Coralline, a soft spoken scientist, called as she made her way down the rows to bring food to Kitty, and check her vitals. A large band was strapped around her wrist to find her pulse, Coralline measured Kitty's wingspan, and had her expand her needle sharp claws to check for any possible cracks or parasites.
"Why do we have to do this every day?" Kitty said, her gray tail twitching in annoyance. She tolerated the testing, but just barley. At least they weren’t attempting to make her leave the comfortable solitude of her cage to go be examined anymore.
"Because, the big guys up front are trying to decide whether or not to teach you to fly, and they wouldn't be able to if your wings weren't long enough. So I have to check the length. The rest of it is just to make sure you aren’t dying." Coralline explained as she drew blood.
"Oh. I see."
"So, how are you? Been making friends?"
"Fine. No."
"You really should try to be a little more social, Kitty." Coralline sighed, closing Kitty's cage and securely locking it.
"Let me go you bastards! *@%!" Came a voice from the next room. The sound of a heated struggle reached her pointed cat ears, along with the sound of yelling and panic. Great. They were bringing in another one. He was rolled in, quite obviously sedated. Even so, he had been strapped to a gurney, and a plastic mask covered the lower half of his face, like he was some sort of cannibal. They tossed him into the empty cage next to hers, and quickly pulled away the mask and locked him in. He was fairly cute, with dusty, reddish-brown hair, brown eyes, and lightly tanned skin. The only things marring his features were his furry pointed red-brown ears, which stuck up from the top of his head like Kitty's, and his large bushy reddish-orange tail.
Another fox? They seemed to be favoring that DNA recently, almost as much as they did the wolf. He stirred slightly in his drug induced sleep, and Kitty poked him through the bars of the cages.
"Kid? You alright?" He wasn't really a 'kid', but was more or less Kitty's age, somewhere around 15. He slowly sat up, holding his head in his hands.
"I'm fine. Name's Tristan. Who are you?"
"Kitty. Why were you yelling at the scientists?"
"I tried to escape, they caught me, and they wouldn't let me go. It is my Constitutional right to be free and yet I'm kept in this cage like a common animal!" He ran one of his hands through his hair, and leaned against the cage, as though he didn't have the energy to support himself anymore.
"That was really, really stupid of you. Why would you want to leave? We have it all here." She turned away from him, wrapping her large wings around her body, brushing a strand of black hair out of her face.
"Yeah, everything except our freedom."
"Who needs freedom? I'm perfectly content right where I am. Besides, their going to move us to this one huge enclosure soon anyway, to see how we interact with one another."
"Don't you get it? All we are is an experiment! They don't care about us! But people on the outside would!"
"Look at me, Tristan!" Kitty hissed, standing up. "Look at yourself! My face and arms are covered in fur; I have a tail, and a huge pair of wings sprouting from my back! How am I supposed to be accepted?"
"It doesn't matter what you look like, Kitty. I think you're beautiful, even with the fur and tail and wings."