I woke up, strapped to a lab table. A lamp shined in my face. I moved my head away. Blinking away the spots in my vision, I looked around me. Tons of doctors tools sat next of my lab table. Tons of cabinets filled with stuff I don't really want to fucking know about.
"Storm?"
"Cobra!" I said, excitedly. "I thought you were gone."
"I'm also here." Said Python.
"Well, that okay for now." I wiggle my arms, trying to get out. "Can anyone get out?"
I heard their feet and hands pound on the tables. "No." Both of them replied.
A large squeak filled the room. The subjects are awake. Then a phone being hung up. Our tables now moved up slowly, like a dentist chair. We all stared at each other. The door opened, footsteps echoing.
"So, they finally woke up." Said someone, stepping in front of me, studying my face.
"Bite Me!" I growled, sneering at him
"Whoa! This is a feisty one!" He tapped my head with his pen, then under my chin. "Good bone stucture." He scribbled on his clipboard. He looked like Rykre. Is he a brother of Rykre? Shit Cobra, tell your mom to stop popping out kids!
"So are these two." Said the other two people, observing Cobra and Python.
"What happened to the others? Others you found in the trees?" I asked.
"They were experiments we were trying out." He looked at my forearm, then scribbled more.
"What about us?"
Dead silence.
"You... How do I put this? You were actually born with animal genes." He said, not looking at me. "We put animal genes when you where still in your mom and bam! You where born with animal inside you."
More dead silence. I stared at the lamp, trying not to cry. Born with it? Cool but creepy.
"So, everyone. Bears, Turtles, Wolf. Just experiments." I said, my voice wavered. "My mom and dad?"
"Your mom died when you were born and your dad was a scientist."
The tears now rolled down my cheeks. I could feel Cobra trying to hug me, trying to get through the restraints. The dude nodded to the others.
"What's your name?" I asked.
He smiled. "Think about it. You and Cobra know it." He turned to the door.
I cried harder. No, why him?
END OF CHAPTER 31
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ActionBeing orphaned at 11 isn't that bad. I mean, your mother dying at home, right in front of your eyes and your dad leaving you to go on a "supposed" hunting trip and never coming back. Yeah, that doesn't faze me at all. Also, being scarred at 10, naw...
