The 6th Maniax

Prologue

Warning:
Slight gore
Attempted Rape
Molestation

Cheshire

It has been years since they took me away from my family and sold me to these monsters, men in white coats who call themselves scientists. The men in white coats have done nothing but repeatedly experimented on me. I was simply their lab rat. They would cut me open and take my organs out every day letting me suffer through it until I pass out from the pain. They love injecting my body with chemicals that leave me writhing in pain or make my bone break and realign in the most inhumane shapes.

The guards are just as bad, they love torturing me. It began when the scientists found a way to give me enhance regeneration, so they never found out. Whether it's skinning my feet, knees and the palm off my hands then forcing me to walk on fragments of glass and salt until I fall and crawl or simply releasing their frustration out on me.

Days money are low they would rent me off to the highest bidder for a week, where I would be forced to do as they say. They couldn't afford to sell off their only successful and last lab rat. Of course it helped that I was different, I wasn't only human. I was what they called a hybrid, between a cat and human. The rich creepy old men always wanted something different weird, they didn't care how young, which was me. They would pay millions for a week which would be used to fund their experiments. These old man would make me where skimpy outfits which were close to nothing, they would touch me with their grubby hands and they would try to have sex with me. Fortunately, I've always managed to get out of the latter. Once the week is up they would send me back to here, my living nightmare, my personal hell.

The several times client complained that I wasn't pleasant it got me a scar that gave me the nickname Cheshire. The guards, ordered by the monsters, took a knife and cut a long line from the edge of my lip half way though my cheek on both sides. The pain was unbearable that I screamed ripping my cheek further. After hours of blinding agony and screaming they finally sent someone in to stitch me back up.

The heavy chains clank noisily with every movement, digging further into my skin. The stench of chemicals and blood lingered in the air. Every movement sends a sharp pain through my body. My body aches from the recent experiment and beating. Crusty blood stuck to my matted hair tangling it. I sighed, sitting up waiting for the next guard to come for his session.

I watch the door knob jingle before multiple men with masks enter the room. Whimpering I tried to move to the furthest wall, the chains prohibited anymore movement. I could feel myself trembling as they surround me. Sinister smiles are plastered on their faces. The familiar glint in their eyes sent chills down my spine, I know that look, it was the same glint my previous masters had. I frantically crawled backwards, tugging on the chains, anything to get away from them. Large callously hands grabbed my shoulders, holding me in place. They began to approach me one by one. They grabbed onto my limbs pinning me down onto the cold rough cement floor and took off my chains. One of the men tore apart the meagre rags I was wearing leaving me bare to them. I thrashed and squirmed against their grip. No, this can't be it I can't let them take my last and only precious thing. Their disgusting hands grabbing my breasts and touching me everywhere. I screamed as loud as I could. They shoved their disgusting things in and my face and one down my throat making me gag. One of them grabbed me 'there', I snapped.

With adrenaline pumping through my veins, I got my leg out of their grip and kicked the man as hard as I could. I grinned as I heard the satisfying crunch of bones. Escaping from their claws, I extended my own. I laughed maniacally, as I clawed at their throats, watching the beautiful crimson red liquid gush on the ground. 'Such a beautiful colour' I thought giggling to myself, retracting my claws.

I heard the rustling of clothes and saw the man I kicked pathetically crawling away. I skipped towards the man and kicked him in the side flipping him onto his back. Straddling him, I grinned, "Aw...poor man. Don't worry. I'll put you out of your misery...soon enough," I chuckled evilly. I stood up and picked up the knife one of them dropped. I hummed while skipping back to the man and dangle the knife in front of his face. "Hm...what should I do with you?" His face paled and fear shined in his eyes.

"Spare me please. I beg you!"

"Let me think about that....No! You didn't think about sparing me so why should I?" I spat, plunging the knife into his knee. He screamed in pure agony. "Did I hurt you? I'm sorry." I pouted, taking the knife out of his knee. "Why aren't you having fun? Smile! Smile for me!" When he didn't reply me I stabbed his hand. Oh I love the look on his face, the look of torment and terror, sends delightful shivers down my spine. I left the knife imbedded in his hand and extended my claws. "Here let me help you smile!" I sliced the corners of his lips to the his ears. His screams and the gurgling sound of him choking on his own blood was like music to me as I danced around the dark room.

I'm free. I'm finally free.