Years ago, you were captured by a group of men is SWAT armor. You were born different, weirdly enough, so the government decided to kidnap you. Who doesn't love them?

Anyway, screw the past, that's lame. This is today. Well, tonight. 11:24. Usually time you needed to go to bed, but you didn't feel like it. There was a guy at lunch that always hated you. He never said it, but you knew. Mostly by the time he tried killing you in the cafeteria. Big cat freak. Then again, you were a freak too.

Whatever it was you were doing gets interrupted by the sounds of blaring sirens and the lights going out, leaving red lights turning in the halls. All the doors unlock and you hear carnage outside. Peaking out, you see that cat guy emerge from his room. He sees you and you instantly ran.

Though, you were always a shit hider. He found you in the janitors closet. His claws were out and he looked hella menacing. And hot at the same time, but you focused more on the menacing part. He speak, his voice of course low, but not too low. As you'd expect.

"You. I can't wait to dig your guts out." He'd say with a cold glare.