Government Experiment (Neko BoyxBoy)

Chapter Three

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Patient Alaska

I got up off of the sofa, carefully putting the wiped laptop down on the coffee table. California got up too and led me into the kitchen. 

To be honest, I never really knew Patient Phoenix. I never spoke to her back at the Facility, since she mostly just sat in her room on her own, as far as I could tell. I was pretty she just sat there drawing or something, but according to California, she was the one who created the original break-out plan. He was the one who had initiated it, so I had always just assumed that he had planned it, but apparently I gave him too much credit. Apparently, she didn't draw either- she was doing math. Like, who does math for no reason? 

California grabbed a duffel bag from underneath the small dining table and unzipped it. “We always kept emergency bags around.” He muttered, pulling it to sit on the table, pulling it open. He pulled open the few cupboards in the tiny kitchen, grabbing cans of soup, noodles, pasta, fruit, anything that he had stashed in the dirty shelves. 

After grabbing what little other they had managed to scavenge- like some clothes and toiletries, we headed out. He told me that Phoenix had stolen a car and they kept it just around the street, but both Cal and I knew it would be too dangerous to take the car in case they knew about it. We’d have to walk- which to be honest, was probably just as dangerous as taking the car. California’s experimentation had landed him with wolf traits- don’t ask me how, I have no clue how they did any of this- and he could, get this, shape shift. I thought that was pretty damn cool, considering I only had a handful of traits that could be counted as useful: sensitive hearing, good sight, a tail that moved without thought and my eyes which were just adorable. Everything else was damn stupid- I mewled like a baby kitten and I constantly seemed to be falling over, considering I seemed to have skipped the balance gene. My own person assumption is that I wasn't actually a cat state- I was a kitten state. Which was pretty cool, except it kind of renders me useless. So much for useful traits. 

“So, uh… I know you said you guys aren’t, you know, but…?” I trailed off. Jeez, I’m awkward. 

He looked at me, obviously confused by my half-question, half-idiocy. 

“You know?”

“No, not really.” he said. I wasn't sure whether that was the answer to my question, or a response to that fact that he didn't know what I was talking about.

I just sighed and fiddled with the sleeves on my old tatty cardigan that hung loosely off my frail frame. I couldn't wait until I could be alone somewhere- somewhere I could let my tail out. It always made me feel free, but this was like being in a cage. Okay, it’s better than being in a cage, I went through all of that back at the facility. 

I spent the walk just thinking, reflecting on recent events. Usually I didn't have time for this- I’d have to watch myself carefully, make sure no one noticed me or find new supplies, but with California by my side, I didn’t have to worry about that. I kind of had the urge to ask him about his life before all of this, but I didn't. A) that was rude, B) I didn't want to annoy him and C) what was the point? We couldn't go back to that now, not ever. We’d always be on the run. 

The walk went by slowly, that was, until Cal noticed someone following us. 

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Sorry this is so short, exams suck :/ Anyway, if you’re enjoying this (or even reading along just for the kicks ;) ) then make sure to follow this, comment and vote :) 

Danke,

Kat