Tests. Experiments. Different. Scientists were always poking me with needles ever since I was a cub. I grew up in this laboratory, never been outside once. Is there even an outside? When I was a cub, I wondered that. Now, I know there is since after a long day's work- or was it night's work? After a long period of time, everyone would leave. Growing up in a cage, I only knew of this place. I was never... what word did they use? Educated? Yes, that's the word. No one ever taught me anything. Heck, I can barely speak! Ya think those animals, like me, would at least teach me to say a few words! But, I guess they didn't want any protests from me. There was one young guard who felt bad for me. One look at me and he was ready to free me. That poor coyote, he was a new recruit too. I guess someone in the lab heard he was gonna help me and killed him or something, I never saw him again. I wish I could break out, but I can't. Even if I could, I'd be hunted down immediately. Agh! I just wanna get some sleep! It was around midnight, according to my instincts, when the scientists left me alone to go work on another poor animal. I've been awake for four hours! There were two reasons why I couldn't sleep; 1, the voices outside the door were speaking so loudly I could hear them. Something about a break in I'm guessing. And 2, STOP ITCHING! STUPID COLLAR! That's right, I have a shock collar. I've been wearing this collar since I was 12. It keeps my emotions in check, so basically I don't feel anything anymore; happiness (like I ever felt that), sadness, anger, nothing. I laid in my cage helpless just waiting for everyone to go home at 6 a.m. My guess, by now, was that they were either going home or to their real jobs.
It was now 4:30, I was numb from the itching feeling and everything was finally quiet. I closed my eyes ready to go to sleep when the door began to crack open. I opened my eyes groaning, a strange hybrid walked into the room and closed the door quickly and quietly. Huffing heavily out of breath, he relaxed. From what I could tell, he was a mix between of a hare and a fox. He had dark gray, almost black, fur, long pointy ears, a short fox tail, taller than a hare, but shorter than a fox, purple eyes, and scars like he was attacked. He cursed under his breath and looked around while grabbing out of his pocket a device for a source of light. I laid there observing him, he looked at the cage and looked down and saw me. "What the hell?" He whispered in a low voice. He came closer cautiously and knelt down in front of me observing my extraordinary features; I was a light orange and white Siberian Tiger with black stripes, with slightly pointy ears, hazel green eyes that can see clear in the darkest of night just as well as day, and a bone structure of what are supposed to be falcon wings. He asked in a whisper of horror, "What happened to you? I gave a small meow. He looked at the gate door and opened with a key opening the door. I got up (on all fours since I never learned to walk on two feet) and walked out cautiously not sure what he's doing. He asked, "Have you seen