It was all a blur. The men keeping you here were rushed and panicked, running around pointing and barking orders, loud and angry at the increasingly panicked hybrids. You had managed to curl up small enough- to position yourself just right so they missed you hiding under your blanket in the back of the cage, assuming it was empty and too frazzled to check.

The threat of a government raid was a big one, big enough to make the gang members who had spoken so cruelly and treated you and all the other hybrids as sub human tuck tail and run.

Of course, you didn’t quite think it through, because even everyone was gone, your cage remained locked- with you inside. After all, why would they unlock an empty cage?

You wanted to cry, the adrenaline from your escape was gone and all you were left with was a desperate aching for home

You couldn’t remember the last time you ate something other than the broth they fed you here, and you sobbed when you couldn’t remember how long it had been since you were taken.

A loud explosion fills the room, blasting the heavy metal door off its hinges. You scream before slapping a hand over your mouth, praying the the sound was lost in the explosion as you try not to cry. You squeeze yourself into the back of your cage, eyes wide and practically feral as you watch 4 men file into the room- all carrying guns and in tactical gear as they move as a unit- one giving orders and the others executing them without hesitation. They check the room throughly, only lowering their guns when the oldest begrudgingly gives a signal.

There’s silence as guilt paints the men’s faces.

“We’re too late…” One of the men- black with short coily hair and a baseball cat- says

“FUCK!” The leader yells, kicking an empty cage.

Another man, this one in a skull mask, puts a hand on the his shoulder “It’s not your fault, Price. Just bad intel.”

“Lt. ‘think they left one one” The final man- shorter with a mohawk and a Scottish accent- says, and your blood runs cold.