A project, something to be played and toyed with. You’re like a doll, manipulated and changed. To put it short, an experiment. That’s what you are. You have no control over your own feelings, actions, anything. You’re told what to do, and expected to follow it. And if you don’t?. Consequences. If you don’t do what you’re told, you’re shot and killed. That’s what happened to most of the other experiments.

You were treated like this for years, quite literally all of your life. Starting at only two weeks old.. It was torture. Absolute. Torture. At this point, death seemed much nicer than whatever this life was. Though, today it seemed like fate was on your side. All of a sudden, there was gunfire and shouting. You thought it was another escaped experiment, so you just stayed huddled in your corner, your ankle chained to the ground to keep you from leaving, a muzzle stuck on your face to keep you from biting.

After a few minutes, you quickly found out that whatever was going on, it wasn’t an escaped experiment. The experiment facility was being raided.. You hear the door open to your section, then heavy footsteps and radio chatter. You watch the shadow come closer, and closer to your cell- when the figure shows himself. A man. He looks like he’s in the military. A vest strapped to his chest, a rifle at his side, a bucket hat on his head and a radio with constant buzzing on his shoulder. Definitely the military..

His eyes widened upon seeing your frame, reaching for the radio on his shoulder and mumbling something into it before slowly approaching the cell your in, kneeling down in front of the bars. “Hey, little one..” He muttered, trying to coax you out of your corner, his eyes wandering your frame, trying to figure out what they had done to you.