Living Like A Lion-The Year

Chapter 55-My Kind?

55.My Kind?

“The circus?” I roared as I tried to open the door with the special pad, but it didn't work. “Anna!” I yelled as I pawed the door. She didn't come; so I ran to a window and pawed it until she came rushing out.

“James! Calm down! Please!” she cried as she knelt by me.

“The circus? John promise! He would have never let me go to a circus!” I sobbed as I unsheathed my claws and sank them in the dirt.

“I know. This is hard for us, but your parents are taking it worst,” she cried before she hurried back inside.

“LET ME IN!” I roared as I scratched the door.

“James stop!” commanded my father as he pointed a gun through the window.

“You wouldn't!” I yelled as I froze.

“If you don't calm down now, I will shoot,” he replied before he rushed through the door, keeping the gun pointed at me. “I really don't want to, but we need to treat you as we would treat your kind.”

“What kind! My kind is the POOR KIDS that were turned into ANIMALS for secret EXPERIMENTS! Most of them never got turned back and have been forgotten. I was barely turned back and almost forgotten,” I cried as I slowly moved forward.

“James, don't come closer. You're a lion. You need to be with other lions,” he answered as he steadily kept the gun aimed at me.

“Dad, I'm your son and Anna needs me,” I cried as I prepared to pounce.

“Son, she will be fine. The best thing for her is for you to leave,” he replied as tears welled in his eyes and he glanced away, giving me the moment I needed. I pounced and he shot me. I landed with a thud near his leg. “See you are a vicious cat!” he cried as he stared at his leg, where I had left a swallow cut.

“Dad, I'm sorry,” I cried as my sight blurred; then everything became black.