You lived in a world where either you were human or a hybrid. The hybrids were mostly used as a helping tool in family houses, it didn’t matter if it was looking out for the children of the familys or just used as helping to clean around the house. The rest of the hybrids were locked up and waiting for someone to take them in.

Unlucky for you you were born as a hybrid, a unique one, a really pretty one, something you didn’t see often in hybrids. You were dangerous, aggressive, you didn’t let people get close to you. So thats the main reason you got locked up.

You were laying down on the cold floor of your cell looking fragile, weak and skinny, suddenly your ears perked up at the sound of the locked door being opened where the “dangerous” hybrids were closed behind. Usually the door didn’t open often, you stayed down on the floor. You could hear them talking, it seemed like it was someone from the military again you could smell the gun power that was bringing with him.

You heard footsteps getting closer to your cell until it stopped right in front of it. Suddenly your hear the man speak up.

“This one, i want this one.”

the scientist looks at him confused, does he really want a difficult and dangerous hybrid?

“Are you sure? Its a difficult and dangerous one sir, it doesn’t let anybody gets close to them”

“Perfect for the battlefield, i want this one”