AH & RT One Shots {Open Requests}

Six Trillion Years {Mavin Song Fic}

{First attempt at doing a song fic! But after listening to this song, I just had to write something! Oh, and it's RT!Hybrid AU!

Trigger Warnings: Mentions of suicide, torture, death, and violence.
-Admin 2}

Often, as a scientific practice, chemicals, medicine, and products are tested on Hybrids. Humans will take or kidnap homeless Hybrids and test on them without consent. They'll be forced into seclusion, and be constantly forced to test out drugs. Results always vary between Hybrids. Some barely live for a month. Some live for years.

Michael Jones was one of them.

Abandoned by his mother at 5, he searched for food and shelter. The only type of connection he had with her was a note left by her.

Michael, I'm sorry. I have to leave you, but I've told you why. The bad men are coming and if they find you, they would've taken you also. Please understand. I'd die before I let them harm you. Don't bother looking for me, don't get yourself into a mess that I created.

I love you. Be strong, my little tiger.

Tears stained the cat Hybrid's eyes as he first read it. He needed to survive in memory of her. Thus, he began to wander around the city they lived.

Needing to live meant also learning to fight and steal. It was wrong. He knew. Living in the streets doesn't mean he has no moral code. But it's either you fight and steal or you get killed and starve.

He took note of every single shop's detail. He knew there was an air vent that started at a back alley and stopped at the ceiling of the store. He knew the grocery store organized their fruit by lightest to darkest, from top to bottom. He knew there was a doorstop always to the left of the potted plant of the deli.

With fighting, he trained himself with other Hybrids in the same situation as him.

They taught him to angle himself as he ran on all fours, or both twos, to get the best speed and push from the wind. He now knew to use his claws sparingly. Most cat Hybrids didn't have claws, so use them as a shock trick and to throw them off.

Both of his cat ears had scars and cuts into them from fights he was forced into for money.

But, he still remembers December 5th clearly.

A year later, the 6 year old cat Hybrid wandered the city streets. He ignored the passing glances and scowls from humans who looked at him.

Night was close to falling as he felt a drop of rain hit the tip of his ear. He perked up, tail up straight as he looked for shelter. He ran into the nearest alleyway and hid in the darkest part of it. Typically, any Hybrid that was unfortunate enough to stay out late were beaten by racist gangs. He had to learn that the hard way.

Just as soon sleep was about to take him, he heard loud, hammering footsteps from the outside. He took a small peak and saw men dressed in black suits holding something that let out a red beam of light.

He was mesmerized by the light, watching it move side to side. Wait. Why was the light staying on him?

He slowly looked up and saw the men looking at him. Instinctively, he began to run the opposite way into alley. He couldn't angle himself correctly to get the breeze to help him run. His hands and feet barely touched the ground as he ran. His tail was between his legs as he could hear their footsteps become louder and louder. His ears were pressed against his head.

Suddenly a hard slam stopped him. Falling backwards, he saw a large brick wall in front of him.

He snapped his head back and saw the men surrounding him. One man grabbed him by the waist and lifted him up. He kicked and screamed as he forgot every fighting technique. Wait. His claws!