Stella's Story

Chapter 22 - More Like Nighgmare

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Before this incident happened, I was a pound kitten. I never knew how I got in there in the first place, but I remember being abandoned by my mother.
I was considered a cripple. I couldn't do things that most kittens could. They could walk. I couldn't. Sure I had all my legs, but I remember not being able to move.
Of course, I was found by someone, and then dropped off into a room with what seemed like millions of other animals. It was the pound.
I was there for months because no one wanted a cat who couldn't walk perfectly. Eventually, I was picked up by someone. Not to take home, but to be used. I was useless anyways.
The person brought me into this one cold room with other cats. It looked like a doctor's room. The walls were kennels and there was an operation table in the middle of the room, with tools off to the side.
Instead of gently being put in an open kennel, I was tossed. Only sending more pain trough my useless body. The cage was shut, and then the whole situation that's going on in my dream happens.
The person that was by the doctor had to hold me down with some gloves on. They hurt my skin, like sandpaper. I cried out for help. I was squirming as much as I could to escape his grasp, but I couldn't break.
The doctor lowered himself so he hovered over me, and injected the syringe into my leg. I screamed at the top of my lungs. The other cats in the kennels curled up in fear to watch me in pain.
I could feel the liquid boil under my skin. The person let go of me and I curled up into a ball hissing and crying. It hurt like hell.
The next thing I know, the radioactive substance starts glowing in me, staining my eyes yellow, and started to make my fur all blue. The pain started to slowly disappear, and I silently sobbed.
I was laying there. Twitching. Crying. Aching... Blue. I eventually calmed down, but the twitching didn't. I kept my eyes shut, because every time I opened them, all I could see is a bright yellow, which strained my brain, giving me migraines.
"Well. That was worthless." The doctor said, walking over to a cabinet. He opened it, adjusted his lab coat and glasses, and took out an axe. "Is she still squirming?" He didn't even turn around to speak to his henchman.
It wasn't true, I was motionless. Powerless. I would even say dead. I could hear the soft pattern of footsteps approaching me.
"Make sure we get a lead shot of her neck." He demanded. The person moved me in a position so my stomach was facing up. I couldn't tell what was going on, for I was practically blind.
I opened my eyes once more. Still cannot see. The man raised and aimed the axe in my direction. Then an idea popped in my head. My eyes widen, and I-

Black. Pitch black is all I can see. Actually, I couldn't see at all anyways. One thing was odd. I wasn't moving. I wasn't thinking. Breathing. Or even in pain. The taste of blood still lingers in my mouth.

I died.

All of a sudden, I felt movement. My eyes started to clear up. The yellow slowly started to go away. My vision eventually grew clear. I was in the dumpster outside the pound. With other rotting cat corpses. Except. They all look mutated.
I sit up and- well.. my headless body does. I forgot that I was murdered for being a dud. My body wanders over to my head and tries to sit it upon my neck. It surprisingly stays. And- Oh my god it's healing!
I panic. Oh man. How am I alive? I wait until my head is fully attached to my body. It didn't take that long, so I'm fine. I jump up on the edge of the dumpster. I look back down at all the lifeless bodies. Animal abuse.
I jump down and onto the street floor. Something caught my eye. There was broken mirror shards against the wall. I ponder over by them and see this blue creature. I gasp.
What have they done to me? At least my vision was cleared. But.. I'm a bright blue. I'll never be able to blend in. I'll just stick out. It's the worse.
Before running away, I remember my neck. I go closer to the mirror and sit down. I used my paws to lift up my fur scruff. I saw a huge nasty bloody scar. I cried and jumped back. My eyes filled up with tears. "Can I.. not die..?" I sat up and shook my fur.
"Everyone dies at some point, honey. It's just a matter of time." A raspy voice said in the shadows of the alley. My fur sticks up and I hissed. "Who's there?" A figure in the shape of a dog came out. "Unless the doctor made you immortal." It was a bulldog, with a german shepard and rottweiler behind him.