S U B J E C T

1 // It Begins.

Dark. Only dark. It was only dark, thats all they ever saw. No light. It wasn't for them. They were to be found and turned into subjects. Mindless, unthinking, submissive, subjects.
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3rd Person
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A normal labrador , walking down a normal street, during a normal night. That was all they saw. They didn't see what he would become. They couldn't see what he would become. They picked him up off the street, chanting 'good puppy,' at him. They didn't need to. People gave him scraps of their lunches and snacks if he was friendly, so he had no fear of them. He should have.
After they grabbed him, they were much rougher. Their tough gloves hurt his skin and rubbed sores into his sides as he squirmed to try to get away. They smelled bad to him. They tossed him into a crate in the back of their truck, so he was stuffed in with various other strays and lost pets they'd picked up from around the town. He yelped and cried, certain that nothing good would come out of this. And nothing would.
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SUBJECT's POV.
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Sores. Everywhere. It hurts. Bad people. They're everywhere too.
Jabbing me with sticks that sting.
I bite and growl but they laugh and jab more.
I can't. Cant do it. Not any longer.
Don't know how long. Picked me up long ago. I think. Too long. Can't stay.
Need air. Fresh air. Smelly air here. Dead creatures. More pills. Injections. Hungry. Im hungry. And tired. Tired of them.
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3rd Person.
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All animals were treated the same. Horribly. They were starved for days, given hardly any water, and forced to swallow medicines and pills and have creams and other disgusting things smeared on them. It mutated them, though the mutated hardly lived long. Even if the did, they were killed, for even though the humans held power, they were scared. Scared of what they had created. Then, Subject 32 mutated. It started slow. Flesh fell away but was quickly replaced my new tougher skin. Muscles began growing, he became harder to handle and force into submission. Then his eyes went dark. Solid black. No one knew if he could even still see. Then leaking, gooey green liquid dripling constantly from his eyesockets, ears, jaws. It covered his paws, he left puddles of it where ever he stood. He killed all of the animals stuffed into a cage with him, using teeth that had steadily grown sharper. They decided to get rid of him, before he got too strong. That was a mistake. He'd grown used to seeing animals taken into that room, with the bright lights and heavy door. But they never came out. Only the workers did, covered in blood. You see, he'd also grown in intelligence. He knew what happened beyond that door. And he didn't want it to happen to him. So, when they tried to drag him out of the cage, and prod him with the sticks towards that door, he faught back. Their sticks snapped pitifully under his paws. His teeth tore straight through their gloves. He ripped them to shreds, destroying the lab in the process. Then, he saw a light. He'd knocked aside some blinds. He could see the outside world. A window. He leapt through it, shattering the glass. He landed hard, but ran. The first time he got to run in a very, very long time.
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