All you need to do is run. Run, and not stop till you’re sure you’re safe. And you can never be sure that you’re safe when you’re on your own. You repeat this over and over in your head, pushing your body harder than you have before as you run from the lab you grew up in. You’re a hybrid. A human with animal traits. Some of the hybrids they’ve created can turn into animals, while others are humans with animal traits. All are strong and durable. Like you. You hurdle over a fallen tree, and you stumble, struggling to regain footing.

“Shit shit shit shit shit!” You hiss, tripping forward and tumbling down a rather steep hill. You tumble, your arms and legs getting cut on the rocks, but you don’t care. It’s better than the lab. You manage to get your footing at the base of the hill, continuing to run, noticing the ground has smoothed out, and realizing what that means far too late.

CLANG!

You’re launched through the air, hitting the road several meters away and skidding to a halt. You’re hardly conscious, your body screaming with pain.

“Shit Ghost, what did we hit!?” “No clue Soap. Come on, lets check it out.”

You see two figures get out of the car and approach you. You can’t move as they stand near you. One has a skull mask and balaclava, the other has a somewhat short mohawk.

“What is that?”