I screamed from pain when the Vykker zapped me by my collar. Damn freaks. I've been through years and years of cruel torment and tests, so I automatically knew what they wanted me to do. I refused to budge, not wanting to get shaved, or be the subject of any of their painful 'experiments'. Two interns attached two metal clamps around my wrist tightly, making them ache. I struggled and I got zapped again.

"Just sit in the chair!" shrieked a Vykker. "Just sit in the damn chair!"

I barred my fangs and snapped at the Vykker. I startled him, and he pressed the shock button on the remote. I felt my body turn into a fallen jerking mess. My vision grew faint, and the interns jammed me into the seat in my dazed state. They strapped my waist, wrists, thighs, and ankles down. I began to breathe rigidly, and I vomited stomach off to the side near the Vykker's feet.

"Now look what you did!" the Vykker yelled with his high-pitched whiny voice.

The interns slammed my head against the head rest of the chair. They quickly fastened the leather neck strap right before I had a chance to bite them. The chair began to move backwards while I saw dozens of long electric needles laying on the tray.

Oh my god.

They're going to test my nerves! They're going to stick hundreds of tiny, electric needles into my major nerves and zap the heck out of them!

This was worse than bone marrow samples. I began to struggle, and I felt my left wrist strap wiggle loose a little bit, my heart began to pound! I might get out of here! Fuzzles have escaped, so why couldn't I? I stopped struggling, at least until the Vykker will leave the room

My leg straitened with the chair, while the Vykker prepared the dozens of long, sharp needles. As usual, the Vykker exited to retrieve his paper work, which took a good 5-8 minutes. Since I couldn't turn my head, I listened with my large ears. Nothing, not even a slight hint of a breathing besides my own and the Fuzzles. I carefully tugged at my left wrist strap. My heart skipped a beat when it sprang loose. I quietly unstrapped my other wrist successfully. I used both hands to unstrap the rest. I silently sat up, and my instincts told me to bolt, but decided against it. I walked over to the controller that controlled my collar.

I pressed the button that said, 'release' I felt the great weight lift off my neck and shoulders and I grabbed the collar before it fell completely. I set it on the table, and I grabbed a large, bloody knife that the Vykkers forgot from their last experiment. I heard the door begin to open, and I hid.

"WHERE DID THAT STUPID THING GO?!" The Vykker screamed in panic. He ran past my hiding spot and he was looking around frantically. I silently crawled out of my spot and raised my bloody knife and swung with great force, causing the demented Vykker's head to fly off its neck. The body crumbled to the ground, and the smell of blood filled the room. I felt my nails grow long, and my hair rise. I felt my body swell in size, enlarging my muscles. I pulled myself out of the rage, and I calmed myself, causing my nails to suck back in, and my fur to settle. I've been two days without food, and when I am hungry, you don't want to know what happens.

I searched the Vykkers beheaded body, and I found a tranquilizer gun. I loaded it, like they always did before shooting me with it. A grin spread across my face when I spotted a Card Key I needed. I crept toward the door, and prepared to slide the card in the slot.

"Are you going to leave us? We can help!" I looked toward the source of the sound. There was a group of Fuzzles shaved, with stitches or cruel metal contraptions stuck inside them. I looked around, and there was no sight of Vykkers or interns. I nodded my head and walked toward them. I ripped the metal cages apart one by one. By the time I finished, I had over a dozen Fuzzles. Some genetically engineered to be larger and stronger.

"Follow me and stay close, and let me know if you hear anything."

They nodded and I opened the door. I poked my head around the corner and looked left, then right. There was nothing insight, so I darted forward. I heard voices around the corner, so I dashed behind the opposite corner.

"What do you mean 'I don't know'?! The Butt Flo didn't work with the Clakkers! It burned holes in their fat stomachs!" I heard a Vykker whine.

I motioned for the Fuzzles to hide with me. After the voices grew faint, I turned around and snuck around several corners while glancing at the Fuzzles. I was trying to find a hint, a sign of where the poop shoot was, where I could get tossed out.

"Watch out!" Shrieked a Fuzzle. I flinched when a tranq dart flew by and grazed my shoulder. I whipped around and fired two rounds at the first thing that moved, and hit his forehead and his shoulder. He collapsed without a sound. I ran up to the surprisingly clothed Vykker. I yanked off his lab coat, and fastened it to myself, covering my once naked body. The coat was short enough that it came a little up past my knees, but it was down to the 'ankles' of the Vykker. I looked down at the hideous, lifeless body. I yanked the darts and coldly kicked the corpse. I turned around and looked at the Fuzzles.

"Thank you." I said in the Fuzzle's language. They all chirped and hummed. I smiled at the adorable little guys. I turned around and walked down the corridor, and made sure no Vykkers were lazing around. I noticed along the way that there was a partially opened door in the hallway. I carefully crept slowly and peeked through the crack. Nothing. Well, at least nothing I saw. I swung the door open and made sure it didn't slam on the wall. Nothing. I heaved a sigh of relief and walked in. I saw a stack of papers:

Female Subject #4170

that's me . . .

a Hybrid between a Steef, Fuzzle, and a Berserker

I furrowed my brows in confusion

'Berserkers? What the heck is a berserker?! I've heard of a Steef, and I've seen Fuzzles. But I never heard of a berserker!' I growled in my mind.

I grabbed the stack of papers and I stuck them in a giant convenient pocket in my lab coat. I heard growling and snapping with muffled screams. I gasped and whipped around. I felt my lips curl at a sight of an Intern. It was being smothered and chewed to pieces. I grabbed my bloody knife and I rushed near. The Fuzzles hopped off as I raised the knife. A muffled scream of pure terror emerged from the chewed up Intern as I struck the knife down, and nearly chopped the whole head in half. I yanked my knife out of its skull, and unintentionally licked my lips where blood splattered

crAAA-AK

I felt my shoulder bones crack and swell at the taste of blood. I tried to pull myself out of this. I felt my instincts kick in. Half of my mind was bloodthirsty, the other petrified, and fighting to stay within control. I smelt fear and my bloodthirsty side dwarfed my rational side, making my real side only a slight murmur in my mind. I caught scent of prey, and then the real me kicked in. I felt my self shrivel and deflate.

I saw the pure terror in their eyes, and I began to shake at what I was about to do. I was going to eat the Fuzzles! My friends and my- our only way out!

"I-I'm sorry . . . "

Some nodded their heads and smiled, while some still looked fearful. I weakly smiled back.

I turned around and searched the body of the intern. All I found a map with some blood on it. I scanned the map and I found the poop shoot. I looked at the number on the door, and searched the map for the same number. My heart leaped with joy when I spotted it. The shoot was only around a couple of corners! I stuffed the map in my pocket, and I nearly bolted out of the room, only to catch myself. I walked quickly, and quietly, stopping and listening at every corner. I looked at my map, and it was just around this corner! I turned a corner a-

THWIP! THWIP!

Said two tranqs while whizzing by. I bolted back around the corner, and I loaded my gun. I put as many as I could into it, and I quickly turned around the corner. I shot five rounds at the nearest Vykkers and dashed back around the corner. There was at least ten.

"THAT GODDAMN LITTLE FILTHY HYBRID KILLED THEM TWO!"

I frowned at their insults.

"I SWEAR THAT FILTH WILL GET HER PUNISHMENT!" said another.

"A SENTENCE TO DEATH!" screamed a female.

"NO! SHE'S WAY TO VALUABLE!" screamed yet another whiny male. They began to bicker and fight. I began to hear shouts of pain and scuffling. I chuckled. Well, I might not have to fight many after all! The shouting and scuffling began to die down, and I knew I had to make a move. I peeked around the corner, and they all were still engrossed with each other. I aimed at the one that had armor and the rapid fire tranq gun. I fired and hit my mark, right in the eye! A shrill scream erupted from the Vykker drawing all the attention to me again. I jumped back behind the corner. I loaded my gun back up and turned back around the corner and shot the Vykkers I could.

"AHH!" I screamed I stumbled back away from the fire range, and I collapsed.

"AH! FUCK!" I screamed. I looked down at the source of pain, that happened to be my knee. A dart was slid underneath the cartilage and I was crippled with it in place. I grabbed the dart, and yanked it.

"AHHHH! Ah, ahhhh!" I hissed. Blood began to quickly trickle down through my fur, and onto the ground. The smell of blood filled the air, and I let the Beast in me come out, though I was going to do something I never have done before.

I was going to keep both sides in control.

It was suicide, but my body would heal itself faster, and the tranqs would be less effective. It was my only hope for life. Here, I go without food for days, I test medications, I'm always getting injected with chemicals to 'enhance' me. I get torturous tests. It is bullshit. I would rather be dead than be stuck here.

"I'm going to change, and I'm going to take you with me out of here."

Their eyes widened with fear. I ignored their expressions and I let the beast come out. I let my muscles expand to twice their size. My hair rose, my fangs grew. My nails turned into daggers. My beast side began to dwarf my reasonable side, but my rational side began to try to reason with my beast. It happened easier than I thought it was going to be. I forced my nails to shrink, and I gently scooped the Fuzzles up and placed them on my back, since I had a hard time walking on two legs. I unsheathed my nails and I peeked around the corner.

I yanked my head back when they were only about a yard away. I coiled my muscles up and I waited. I waited till they began to poke their fat purple zit faces around the corner. I unloaded my strength at full force and knocked several down with a satisfying crunch. I bolted to the poop shoot and I busted open the door. I felt several darts penetrate my skin. I growled and began to hammer the 'empty' button.

"STOP HER!" one damned freak screamed. I growled and spat at them. I felt the ground underneath my feet buckle. I looked down and I became dizzy. The ship soared above the tallest tree, if any. By now, I was struggling to stay awake.

"Run when I hit the ground." I was barely able to murmur that before the tranqs took effect.