Cyrus woke up sore all over. He yawned and curled his tail around him...wait. A tail?! He jumped up, forgetting the soreness and his ears twitched. Ears twitched?! He groaned. What happened to him? Then, he felt something weird about his arms. He looked at one arm a screamed. HE HAD WINGS. PTERANODON WINGS!!! He fell backwards and hit his head hard. "Owww..." He groaned and rubbed his head. Then, he noticed he was plain naked. "Oh cr*p." He swore and curled his tail around his body. He recognized the tail. It was a squirrel tail! He saw a mirror to his right. He gulped down another scream. So that was his ears. Coyote ears! But where was his ear ears? His hands instantly went to the side of his head where his ears should've been. But he felt nothing. He heard a gunshot. A tranquilizer gun. And he instantly fell and was out cold in seconds.

((Yay! Hiya Daemon! Guess I should congratulate you on being narrator! ^^ But er... this may be a bit er... yeah >< But I'm looking forward to the gore and have no qualms about any of my chars dying ^^ Actually, if all of them die, I'm ok with that too ^^ll Oh yeah, I don't know how to rp the scientist yet so I'm leaving him out of my openings ^^ll))
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Alf was curled up against the back wall of his cage, sitting on his bed. Peeking through his intertwined fingers, he glared at the scientists who were walk in the hallway outside of the steel bars. He had been experimented with yesterday, so had no need to fear what today would bring - they never tested the inhabitants two days in a row.... usually. Flicking his tail, he curled it around the pillow in his cell, bringing it to him. Uncurling his arms from his legs, he hug the pillow, flopping down on the bed, pillow covering his head. Sighing, the boy, laid on his side, rubbing his sore wings. His own fault for sleeping on them.
"What a pain..." He guessed he'll just laze around today then.

Lyre threw her pillow at the bars, not getting up from the bed to retrieve it. 'Annoying...' She muttered. Her ears twitched, and she stood up. Guess she might as well stretch now. Her arms over her head, she swayed her tail left and right, before bending down and trying to touch her toes. Doing the basic warm-ups, she peeped through the steel bars, retreating only when a guard or scientist came near. It was a routine to her, since there was nothing else to do. Shrugging, the female lay on her bead again, mind wandering off.

Richter was playing with his right hand, transforming it to different weapons. He still had trouble controlling it, but it wasn't as haywire as back then. Looking up, he scanned the passing people, noting their health, status and emotions. He grimaced at a few, those whose minds were dark, or who had wounds. Closing his eyes - he wasn't allowed to use the fire, the punishments he went through for that wasn't worth it - he laid on his back. They hadn't come for him in three days, and hoped it would stay as such.

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(question- Are we allowed to interact with other people or anything? And can we swear? XD )

Fina felt her legs shaking underneath her. She'd tried standing up a few times before, but this was the first time she had succeeded without falling flat on her face. The wings that seemed to have appeared from nowhere on her back weren't heavy, but it seemed that all of her energy had been zapped. She had to get out of here... but could she? And furthermore, what would everyone say when they found out that she now had wings? Sighing, she walked slowly around the bed in the room, gripping its sides for support. If she had the strength, she would have kicked at the walls in hopes of gaining attention, but she couldn't find herself having the motivation to do anything. Sleep constantly threatened to take over. I have to get out, she repeated over and over again, trailing around her bed in hopes of getting stronger.

Milo awoke to the sound of clattering. He looked over at the door of the room... well, his room now, he supposed. A pair of headphones lay there, looking to him like the only salvation he would get from this hell. All through the night, he was constantly awoken by fits of screaming, people muttering to themselves and the sounds of human bodies hitting the cold hard flooring. But as soon as he looked around, he could see no one in sight. He was sure by now that there were no speakers in his living area. He tenderly reached towards the headphones, wary of traps. Footsteps pounded away from him, but once again, there was no one in sight making them. He quickly snatched up the headphones and put them over his ears. The screams of agony and calls for help were immediately blocked out, and all that was left to hear was the sound of his own breathing, heavy in his chest. Relief and fear washed over him. What had they done to him to make him able to hear sounds so far away? And even worse, why was he hearing screams.

When Owain awoke, he found himself on the floor. Puzzled at first, he eventually remembered what had happened, the strange surroundings, the weird things on his body, and being shot. What a weird dream, he though to himself, stretching out to reach for his phone. As he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, he noticed that he wasn't at home, but where he was in his 'dream'. "Shoot," he muttered, getting up. The claws that were previously on his fingers had disappeared, but his tail and the necklace were still there. Grunting, he tried to tear the necklace off, but was given an electric shock as soon as he tried. He noted with surprise that it seemed to move, and sped up when the electricity was sent reeling into him. Weird. He stared at the mirror and swished his tail around. "Honestly," he said, speaking in his usual refined tone. "Who in their right mind would put a tail on someone, no less someone like me?" He received no response. Rolling his eyes, he went to jump on his bed, but over shot it by about three metres, and instead went face first into the wall. That wasn't usual. Owain spent the next half an hour jumping around his room, discovering that he had almost superhuman abilities now. I can't wait to show anyone at school, he thought, grinning. But then he morbidly realised, that he probably wouldn't be allowed back at school. He slowly sunk down onto his bed in defeat. Someone had kidnapped him, and chances are, he wouldn't ever go back to normal.

((Swearing, not too much, but yes. Don't like, do F Words after every word. XD))

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Lily awoke and rolled over onto her back. Whoever shot her didn't take the needle from her or and move her back to the table. She didn't know where she was but knew she needed to get out of here. She reached up and pulled the needle out of her shoulder blade and looked at it. They must have decided not to come in because the needle didn't hit a very affective area. She sat up and looked at the needle, it still had whatever they shot her with in it. She knew this could help her but she didn't know were she would hide it. She wasn't wearing anything but underwear and a bra. She stood up and looked around. She walked over to the table and kneeled down. She didn't know what she was looking for exactly but maybe a little slot were she could stick the needle with what she suspected was morphine. She stuck her hand around and began feeling. A little piece of the table folded back revealing a small space. She smiled and stool the needle inside and carefully closed it. Now when they came she would be ready. She stood back up and looked out of her cell. She didn't notice before but her cell number was handing on a little post outside her cell door. "525372." She mumbled and shook her head. She was still in shock and couldn't help but wonder why they were doing this to her. She wrapped her hands around the bars and heard a weird noise. It sounded like a 'clink clink' noise. She looked down at her hand and her eyes grew wide. Her nails mwere now claws and they looked sharp. Her hands were black and it looked like she was wearing gloves that went mup to her elbows. She took one more look outside but didn't find anything useful so she made her way back over to the table and sat down. She folded her hands and waited for whatever was to come. She wasn't scared, she was prepared.

Chalison woke up with a very sore chest and hard breathing. Not to mention a throb in her head and burning left arm. Plus a sting at her butt. She wheezed slightly and had a coughing fit that made her chest burn. She opened het eyes with a start and saw bars on front of her. Where was she? In jail? No. Then, she realized something was wrong. She felt different. Very different. She scanned her surroundings and words popped in her left eye. What?! Small letters... She recognized them. JavaScript. She knew JavaScript very well. She closed her eyes tightly. Why was she seeing JavaScript?! She had to be seeing things, right? No. She opened her left eye again and the words were still there. That wasn't right. It couldn't be, unless...? Yes. She had her eye removed and replaced. Her tongue suddenly flicked out and she hissed. She covered her mouth and stared in horror at her left arm. No... Fur! Black fur on it. And...and claws! No! This couldn't be happening to her. It couldn't be. She was...a monster! The black fur on her arm suddenly spiked up and barely missed poking her mouth. She felt tears suddenly spring to her eyes. Wh-what happened to her? She blinked them away and started feeling for anymore abnormalities. Her normal hand found what was stinging her butt. A tail! She had a TAIL. How could this get any worse? She buried her face in her arms and the tears returned. She hugged her legs to het chest tightly. But one of the legs were cold like metal. No, no, no. She was afraid to look. She looked. Yes. She was horribly right. She had a mechanical leg. A nerveless, feelingless, mechanical leg. She started to cry and tears streamed down her face rapidly. She coughed again. How? Oh, how could they do this to her? What did she ever do? She stopped crying and brushed some hair from her eyes. Then, she felt a strange feeling. She started feeling angry. Very angry. She stood up, and fell down. She sat dazed. Wait, what? Her hand went to her back and felt nothing. The angry feeling was replaced with a hint of confusion. Why did her back suddenly feel heavy? "She's going to get out of control!" A voice shouted and felt a stab at her arm and all went black.

Chalison awoke once again...this time not in a cell. She opened her eyes slowly and yawned, coughing up smoke. She looked around her. Everything was white. Blindingly white. "Test 1 in progress." She heard a voice say, somewhere above her. Then, she heard a hiss. Smoke filled the room. What? She blinked. Test? She coughed more as the smoke filled the whole room. What kind of test was this? What? Coughing she looked up. She only saw gray smoke. Then, she started to feel choked. She didn't get this. Her eyes started to water up. She blinked tears out of her eyes. What were they doing? Then, the smoke really got to her. She kneeled down, coughing even more. She heard a click and a whoosh. "Bring her back!" She heard once again. The smoke started to clear, but she was still choking. Gasping for breath, she laid down on the floor. Then she was pulled up by something. She felt something hit her hard in the chest and blacked out again.

Chalison, once again, woke up for the umpteenth time. Groaning, she opened her eyes slowly. She clutched her chest suddenly as if it was on fire. She stood up shakily. Her mind felt...distant. She closed her eyes and sighed. She heard some others in their cells screaming and crying. Though some, she saw, were quietly gazing out with blank eyes. Were they all...?

Zoey awoke and immediately threw the cup across the room. The leftover contents spilled all over the floor forming a big spatter. Her breathing was heavy and she was scared. She had hoped when she woke up that this would all just be a big stupid dream, but reality finally set in and all she wanted to do was curl up in a corner and cry. She had no sense of courage at the moment and she knew any loud noises would bring whoever it was running. She knew what she had to do, she had to find a way out. Slowly she stood up using the wall as support and looked around. There was nothing she saw that could be used as a weapon. Blinking away tears she slowly stumbled over to the bars that was holding her in and just stared out of them. She didn't see anyone one else, all the cells around her were completely empty. She noticed that all of them had numbers and she looked up at hers. "3742961." She read them and then looked away. She turned her attention on the bars and began pulling and banging. She felt like a moron when they didn't move. "Of course there not going to magically open." She muttered and walked back over to the table. As she was walking her reflection caught her eye and she remembered the mirror. She walked over to it and stared at herself. She was disgusted with the way she looked, she always hated the feline species. Zoey's eyes widened and she lightly grabbed ahold of the mirror. Lightly she tugged at it but it was bolted to the wall. She shook her head and looked down at her hands. Slowly she raised her hand and closed it into a fist. She took a deep breath and slammed her fist into the mirror. She pulled her hand away and was relieved that she didn't cause much physical damage. She reached her hand up and ran it over the broken mirror. She was a little more relieved that the pieces didn't fall everywhere and make a bunch of noise. She pulled out a piece that was as big as her hand and stuck it in the wrap that was covering her cleavage. She moved around a little to make sure it didn't poke and then walked back over to the bars. She leaned against them with a smirk on her face and waited.

Maria's eyes opened wide in pain. "More anesthetics! No, just tranquilize her again!" A voice above her hissed. Everything was white hot. She could not see the person above her. She felt a killing burn at her sides. She opened her mouth to scream in pain, but was surprised when she felt a stab at her side. "Pwump wser lquwob." She heard. The voice was getting slower and more inhuman and she was falling...into...a sleep.

Maria burned all over. She opened one eye very slowly...and saw a big blob of color. She blinked. Why couldn't she see? She rubbed her eyes with her self hand. Still stared into a blur of colors. No...no way. She gritted her teeth. Ugh. What was that burning intensity on her back? Her hand traced to her back and let out a high pitched scream. She had wings! Wings! She shut her eyes tight. Wings... No... No way, no how! She started walked across...wait, what? Walking? She wasn't walking. Her hand flew to her sides. Things...sticking out...of her! What were they?! She didn't want to know. "Hello?" She called out. Her throat was parched. She shut her eyes tightly. She flapped her wings and angrily flew around the small cell. Out! There had to be a way out... Right? Yes. There had to be. Irritated, she shook the bars. Ugh. She remembered something her mother said. "...made of diamond and titanium. Gold as well. Electricity stored in the bars. Most indestructible bars in the world..." She had promised. Maria, back then, was worried about the experiments escaping. But right now, she was worried that she wouldn't escape. She gritted he teeth. "I'm...escaping..." She promised herself.