In the not too distant future, humans share the planet with a race of techno-organic animal hybrids known as plushies. Despite their cuddly appearance, they can be very, very dangerous. A chosen few are sent to an advanced academy, in which they are...
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Centurion clicked his legs as he walked. He slowly made his way across the room. "This must be where the magic happens," He said as drool leaked from his mouth. Cherri realized he hadn't noticed her. She quietly crawled off the ground, and tried to sneak past him. His eight eyes snapped toward her. "Hello there...." Cherri's eyes widened. She rolled over, Centurion's arm slammed into the ground, piercing the metallic floor. Cherri leaped up, and tried to get away from him. "Get back here you little-! Oh forget it..." Centurion flipped around and scrambled away. Charlie wobbly got up and rubbed her forehead. "Uhhh...." she groaned. Centurion noticed her, the edges of his mouth shot upward. He lifted his abdomen up, it shot out a green fluid. It wrapped around her, cocooning her in seconds. She tried to scream, but her mouth was quickly sealed shut. Centurion hoisted her body up, and flopped her over his shoulder. Cherri threw her arm out, "Charlie!" The spider leaped off the ground and crawled across the wall. A plushie in a black suit and gas mask ran by. He held a long bazooka over his shoulder, and aimed it toward Centurion. Cherri jumped in front of him, "Wait! He has a hostage!" The soldier dropped the bazooka, "He's heading to the control room!" he said. Cherri grabbed Hudson's arm, and lifted him up. "Hudson, are you alright?" Hudson nodded, "Y-yes, Cherri....I'll stay here with everyone else. You save the girl." Cherri hesitated, "Are you sure?" Hudson narrowed his eyes and silently nodded again. Cherri let go of Hudson, he turned to the soldier and commandingly said, "Well don't just stand there, get some med kits!"
Centurion crawled across the walls of the facility. He left piercings in the complex as he moved. He twisted his head back and smacked the cocoon behind him. "Quit squirming, will ya!" Cherri swooped toward them, "Don't talk to her like that!" Centurion frowned, "The little pest won't leave me alone..." He hurled dozens of globbed webs at her. She quickly flew around, dodging most of the green globs. She slashed at him, popping one of the glass tubes on his back. "Son of a-!" Centurion flung another web, it hit Cherri's wing, she slammed against the side of the wall. She struggled, but her arm and wing were stuck. Centurion laughed, then crawled off. He made his way to the control room, he smashed through the window and looked around. A technician screamed at him, Centurion grabbed the woman and tossed her out the window. Cherri had cut through the webbing, but noticed the falling girl. She gasped, then dived forward. The woman screamed as she fell toward the ground. Cherri swooped by and grabbed her. Back in the control room, Centurion crawled all over the control panels. He jammed a thumb drive into a slot beside a blinking light. The screen on the computer began downloading information. Centurion stared at the screen as drool leaked from his mouth. Cherri hovered down, and placed the technician on the ground. "T-thank you..." she stuttered. Cherri anxiously smiled at her, she looked up at the control room. She shot up, and flew through the broken window. Her jaw dropped. The room was empty, Charlie and the Centurion were gone. The control panel had slash marks down the middle. "No, no, no...." Cherri muttered.
Meanwhile, at town hall, two men stood in the office. A younger man in a brown suit said, "Listen to me, Mayor Datch, the Plushie Program is a terrible idea," he slammed his fist on the other man's desk, "We can't put dangerous equipment in the hands of teenagers!" Sitting at the desk, was an older man in a gray suit, Datch, he adjusted his tie and said, "You're far too cynical mister Renfold. The plushies have more potential than you realize. Just last week a ragtag team of those youngsters took down three drug cartels." Renfold rolled his eyes. The phone on Datch's desk rang. "Oh, that must be Ms. Stevens," he said. He lifted up the phone, "Hello?" His face quickly became concerned. "What.....? Yes. Yes I understand." He slammed the phone down. "What was that?" asked Renfold. "Get down there, now!"
