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Time seemed to have stopped. Why was he being shot? Had he done something wrong? Perhaps that was loaded with tranquilizers, not bullets? What do I do?

Then everything went back to normal. He heard the hammer striking the bullet, the minor explosion forcing the shell from the barrel... and into his head. He heard the sickening crack of his own bones breaking, immeasurable pain from within his head, then the inevitable exiting. Blood had sprayed out behind him from the force, but he hardly knew as he fell to the floor, holding his head between his hands. His eyes were to the floor. Blood dripping from a hole in his forehead. He should be dead.

"What the hell are you doing!?"

His hearing was oddly distorted. That was most probably because his senses had been damaged...

"Relax, this is an experiment. The brass wants to know if the subject is ready for military applications."

"Fuck military applications, he might die from that! And there are other tests that need to be carried out today! Who ordered this!?"

"Classified."

Zak heard that one word and exploded. He launched to his feet and, snarling as his instincts dictated, threw his fist at the arrogant face of the man that had just shot him. Time seemed to slow again, but he didn't notice, his own movement happening at full speed. The punch connected, and the man literally flew back. The gun was dropped. Zak caught it and, holding it in one hand, opened fire. He saw nothing but red. Then the magazine was empty. He threw the useless rifle at the shredded corpse laying at the bottom of the bloody stairs, directly outside his home "FUCK YOU!!!" The door slammed, making his ears ring.

All was silent as he regained his breath. Then Ria cursed softly "Shit."

"You're telling me..."

"... you've been shot through the head... that would kill a human outright..."

"So? I'm not human." He walked, albeit unsteadily, to his couch. He sat, taking tissues from the box nearby, and began cleaning his wound. It was bleeding frightfully, and it was painful, but he knew somehow that it wouldn't be the end of him.

"But that sort of damage to the brain should have left you partially paralyzed at best..."

"This reminds me of when you all tried to test a cure for cancer on me. My body defeated the cancer on it's own. Wasn't that 'impossible' as well?"

"Yes..."

"Then don't bother getting excited. Everything about me is impossible."

"I wouldn't say that."

Zak growled at the new voice coming from behind him, eyes closed as he put dual pressure on the fore and rear of his head "I don't remember asking you!"

"But I do know best."

Then he thought... How did that guy get in here without the door opening? He pivoted his head round, fleetingly seeing Ria rooted to the spot with her mouth hanging open, and saw... it.

Have you ever seen something that makes you stop? Really stop? Unable to do anything except stare...? Well, now was one of those moments. Behind the couch, standing at a whopping two and a half meters and ducking to avoid putting a hole in the ceiling, was the strangest thing he had ever seen in his life. It was, to put it vaguely, an anthropomorphic cat. He couldn't help gawking.

"Hmm? Is there something on me?" It looked itself over, four fingered paws checking it's deep blue fur.

Zak blinked hard. He felt that he knew it... He unconsciously touched his own ears. In an uncanny resemblance to the first word he had spoken after being born, he half whispered "Father..."

The feline nodded slowly "It is good to see that your human genes are not preventing you from seeing things as they are. My name is Torque." He gestured at himself "As you correctly saw, I am your father. Although I wish that I may have been here when your mother died... I may have been able to prevent it..."

"I doubt it." Zak said, abruptly slicing into the xeno's patient speaking "She was shot, refusing to hand me over so that men in white coats could poke and prod me half to death. They still got me obviously..."

"... Marie was shot..."

"Yes, shot. I hope you're pleased." He didn't care what his father was... what was more important was one fact: "Seeing as you abandoned her. And me."

A guilty twitch, cued by the true accusation, afflicted Torque "I could not stay... it was beyond my control." He sighed, taking small steps as he walked to the front door, closing it before it was open wide enough for Ria to make an escape.

Zak took little note as the woman paced backwards in fear "Then why couldn't you take my mother with you? Wherever it was you ended up going..."

"Would you take the one you love to a war zone, Zak?"

"War zone? You mean...?"

Torque nodded, eerily swinging his tail "My race are very much wanted as warriors. I was compelled by politics to leave."

"... why are you here?" The paramount question.

"Initially, to find Marie... Now; to take you from this... unsanitary place."

Zak blinked, his ears perking, an indication of his confusion "Unsanitary? Everything here is always kept sterile..."

"No, that is not what I meant. There has been a lot of suffering here, and not enough happiness. I can feel the pain that still clings to this place."

"I don't get it."

"You will, when we leave."

Zak took a long look at his home. He had a feeling that he would never come back here... It had been his for-... It didn't matter. He covered his eyes slowly with a hand "And when will that be?"

"Now."

Mia laid still on the broad table... but she was being constantly reminded of her missing fake arm; the lack of weight a giveaway of galactic proportions. How long was that rodent going to take with it? "So... you're completely freelance?"

"Yes. And I always will be." Scarr tilted his head "I get better pay you see..."

She giggled, mentally feeling the stump on her right "On that subject... what passes for money out here?"

"This is going to sound incredibly cliché..." He grinned, not moving from the metal wall he was leaning on "Credits."

"Naturally..." She grinned back "Completely electronic?"

"Almost, yes."

"Doesn't that make forgery kinda easy?"

"No... I'll have to show you sometime."

"Ehh, Mia was it?"

She looked away from Scarr, to the obvious mechanic that had only recently removed her 'prosthetic' limb "Yeah?"

The rodent grease monkey was standing in the doorway, his hands... or is it paws...? Hands holding her mechanical limb "Nice complexity for a human device may I say... but I have changed the alloy to something a little lighter and tweaked with the general mechanics. Though, the greatest triumph has to be the synthetic nervous system I installed."

"Synthetic nervous system?" She echoed.

"Nano-molecular sensors in the skin, which I have replaced with quicksilver, pass on sensory input to your real nerve endings. Your brain won't know this from a real arm."

Mia opened her mouth to speak some more, but Scarr interjected "What's it going to cost me?"

"Hmm... normally, it would be expensive to say the least... but, another customer wants me to make them a sword... they'll be paying a huge sum... and since you're a metalworker..."

"Sounds fair enough to me." He nodded "Do you have the-"

"-materials, yes."

"Scarr?" Mia cut in, waving her remaining fleshy arm in the air.

He smiled, cocking his head "Yes, love?"

She giggled back, sitting up, pulling her knees in purposefully to give her sexy reptile an enticing view of her ass "Metalworker? Does that make you a blacksmith, as well as a merc?"

His eyes glued onto her luring display, he answered "Not really... it's a racial ability." He shook off her seduction, glancing at the rat holding her improved arm "Could you bring in the materials? I'll re-attach her arm."

"Sure thing." Ratty replied.

Taking the arm, Scarr came to her side "Ready?"

"You know I am." She smiled. His clawed fingers took hold of the metal socket embedded into her shoulder, feeling for the port that interfaced with her nerves. A second one, directly next to the first, had been inserted mere minutes ago. Aligning using the plugs; he guided the solid ball of the arm in, holding Mia's other shoulder to gain the extra leverage to snap it into it's socket. She winced. It was never painless to have it put in. Next; the ribbon-like cables were attached to the two plugs. She felt a twinge; her eyes widening "Did I just feel...?"

"Yes."

It was strange to be able to feel... anything from there. She prodded the arm, testing. It felt exactly right... and the skin was far more realistic to the touch "This is... great..."

"Of course." The rat snorted as it came back in, hefting a huge cube of metal on it's shoulder "I wired it myself."

She beamed. He couldn't resist smiling back "Ah, this is just about the perfect amount." Scarr noted, crouching next to the silvery block "Shouldn't take more than a minute to work with this. Any sort of style...?"

"Something ornate, if you please. The client is a bit of a collector."

"Got it."

Mia sat up, using both her arms; feeling a rush of welcome sensations. Ignoring the niggling demand to state the obvious, she just watched. But... how could he do anything without any tools? Or some sort of furnace? The questions were rendered pointless as he pushed his hand into the metal, as if it was nothing more than jelly. His wrist twitched, his hand closing around something, and he pulled. Poking from the top of his fist, a snake's head emerged from the metal cube. Followed by it's tightly wound body, almost ramrod straight. Between Scarr's fingers, she could even see the scales on it. Abruptly, a ball shape came out. The end of the snake's body, going off at an angle, was curled around it's surface. From the bottom of the ball came a circular bar. As more was pulled free, it visibly thinned; gaining a single sharp edge. A meter or so later, it ended in a super-fine point; the sharp edge of the blade running three quarters of the way up from it.

"Ah, perfect." The rat commented.

"Thanks, but I am slightly out of practice... I could have done better."

"No, no, I think this is ideal."

Mia looked up and down the sword with slightly glazed eyes. That should have been impossible "Scarr... how...?"

He grinned at her as he handed the weapon off "It's a racial ability. I have a few others..."

She blinked, sitting up straight on the edge of the table "Like?"

"Like..." He blurred for a fraction of a second, and vanished "This."

She flinched involuntarily as his arms held her from behind, across her chest "That's just... unnatural."

"Who said nature had anything to do with it?"

She giggled as he nipped her neck "I didn't... How did an ability like that develop?"

"The usual way, I would guess. Random mutation."

"Mm..." A nod "It feels kinda nice to have someone that can break the laws of physics..." She giggled.

"I'm touched."

"Ahem..." Scarr and Mia looked up at mechanic "I need this room for other customers..."

"Sorry. Bad manners on my part." Scarr grinned, showing his teeth "I have been away for a very long time..." He threaded an arm under Mia's legs, the other supporting her back, and lifted her against his chest. A well muscled chest that she couldn't help touching.

"Ooh... I get all wet when you do something like that..." She flicked her hair back, holding onto his neck as he began walking towards the bulkhead-like door that lead back into the, for lack of a better word, market.

One of his fingers soon poked her pussy, and he grinned; some of the moisture that had seeped through her trousers clinging to his claw "I see..."

She shivered delightedly, suddenly very eager to return to the privacy of her lover's craft...not that she had anything against a nice public display.

Zak sighed. Here he was... following his father down the steps that lead up to his home... very possibly a place he will never see again... He wouldn't miss it. But... well... he couldn't say he was reluctant to leave... it was just that he had never known any other sort of life. That and living on the streets; keeping himself hidden as best as he could... except when he needed food, or something else... He shivered, that was a time he didn't want to remember; not because of how difficult it had been, but because of what he had to do... and the grief of losing his mother, that had plagued him every waking moment.

Lost in memory, he didn't expect the bright light as his father pushed open the swinging double doors. Squinting, he looked around. The place was deserted. Not a single person could be seen going between the enormous labs; the four converted warehouses standing silent next to his accommodation... which was a simple prefab, held three stories from the ground by scaffolding; the stairs completely enclosed. He looked at Torque "Where is everyone? This is normally a busy time..."

"They retreated into one of those structures as I arrived." He pointed out the third lab in the row "I do not know why."

"Wait!"

Zak's claws were out as he turned "What?"

It was Ria "Zak..." She huffed as she came to a stop in front of him, clearly having run down the stairs "Before you go, I think..." She calmed herself, although still appearing very disquieted, and spoke in a mumble "I think you should pick up your sister..."

He blinked "My what?"

"Zak, don't blame me, I... I'm telling you, yeah?" She stood slightly straighter, flatting down her ruffled clothes "A few months ago, the genetics division took a sample of your blood, remember? Well... they've use that to... to make a copy of you."

".. a clone...?"

"Yes... they managed to make a female copy of you..."

He wasn't aware of his mouth hanging open, but still closed it "Why? What would be the point? ... and where is she?"

"I've said, don't be angry with me... it wasn't my idea; I wasn't even working here until today... I didn't lie... y-you know, I don't agree with some of this stuff but I have to have a job, yeah?" Glancing at his face nervously, she continued "They were planning to... make you breed her, a-and-"

"What!?" His claws, which had retracted, instinctively re-emerged as he felt a rush of anger "You all expected me to fuck my sister!? Why!"

She backed away a step... then a second "L-Look, she's being trained to like it, j-just-"

He stared, his eyes wild "What is that supposed to mean?" Ria's mouth clamped as she backed away further, catching her foot on the uneven concrete ground and falling "What have you people been doing to her!?"

"Zak. Wait." He struggled against the paw tightly holding his shoulder, but he wasn't strong enough "She hasn't had any part in that. I can tell, she is not lying. Lets retrieve your... sister... and leave."

Zak heard Torque, and seethed below the surface; his anger hitting a wall, and rebounding. Though, it found a new target "Then let's get her... but I won't leave..."

"Don't-"

He cut in, continuing in a thundering voice "I won't leave until every filthy human on this base has been wiped out!" He spat.

"... very well."

The paw departed from his shoulder, allowing him to feel an infuriated glee "Whatever transport you have, get it outside that building. And you..." He pointed at Ria without turning away from his father "Get the fuck out of here if you know what's good for you." He heard a scrambling, then the regular beating of running footsteps, and grinned.

"Zak, you aren't a proven warrior yet, so be careful..."

"No need... I know what I can do." He started moving at a slow run towards the laboratory. But, fuelled by his building rage, his speed increased. Soon, the ground was nothing more than a blur as he literally loped onwards, the building approaching at an alarming rate. He snarled, driving himself faster, his muscles burning as he braced a shoulder. Before he could blink, he was there, his shoulder slamming into the wall; time seemed to stop as he watched it shatter in a wave emanating from the point of impact, bricks exploding outwards in plumes of dust as they were torn to particulates. His momentum sapped, he was able to stop just inside the corridor he had broken into. There were several people, all trying to find cover.

Face pulled back into a hideous snarl, he let himself emit an animal barking; a bellow that caused the windows set into the lab doors explode. The humans cowering nearby let out their own cries as their ears began bleeding. In the noise, Zak lifted one pathetic person from the ground. The young man, wearing a lab coat, gaped at the creature about to deliver his death. Almost carelessly, Zak attempted burying that person's head into the wall, very unsuccessfully as it simply splattered, showering bloody matter in all directions. Frantic screams accompanied the wet explosion, bringing him a surge of evil pleasure. Not yet satisfied, he swiped with his claws, catching someone else in the face, one of their eyes bursting like a ripe grape. Further sounds of dismay and pain.

With blood lust spilling from his mind, Zak cleared the corridor, becoming nothing more than a killing machine as he slaughtered everything that moved.

A day previously...

She was alone, as always. The four, white, padded walls surrounding her, the extent of her world, seeming to shimmer as her eyes became lidded. She was tired. More from the routine exercise she had been forced to do less than a hour before. Ignorance is bliss, it was once said. Well, whoever said that was a moron; this was not bliss, this was hell. Although the people that came into her box often had something to do involving her, she knew nothing of what they wanted. Or why. It had been this way since she was born, innumerable weeks ago.

The door, plain white like everything else, opened with a soft click. She sat up. A person bustled into the room, holding a needle. She grimaced; this part of the day wasn't ever pleasant. He, the person was male unlike herself, sat on the bunk next to her. Without talking, he took her arm and held it still with one hand while the other aimed the strange thing at her wrist. She didn't protest; instead staring at the starched white clothes he was wearing to distract herself. It was strange, she thought. These people had coverings to hide their bodies... but she didn't. She couldn't understand why, only aware of the fact that it was how things were.

She felt a jab and flinched. She was used to this, but that didn't help her reaction. Then she noticed something different for that day; the needle... thing was already full of something clear. He pushed the button in, forcing whatever it was into her. She didn't voice any sort of question, but looked at him curiously.

He just smiled. That was all they ever did. Just smile, and ignore her... Then he was done, taking it out of her wrist.

She took her arm back.

He left.

For a moment, she stared at the door. They never put things into her unless there was something wrong; like that time she had been unwell.

Never mind; she wouldn't get answers, no matter how much she wanted them. There was nothing to do... so she extended her claws, and began poking her bunk with them. This is what she had always occupied her days with... playing with her claws, or her tail. Sometimes with her ears as well, but that wasn't so interesting.

Soon, an inch began developing between her thighs. She shifted uncomfortably, but otherwise ignored it. Scratching an inch only ever made it worse.

Minutes passed.

Falling into her usual state; laying on her bunk and staring at the ceiling until she was forced to blink, she didn't notice the door open again. A face appeared in her line of sight, making her yowl in surprise. She calmed quickly, remembering seeing this person before. He was the only one that had replied to any of her questions "Um... yes...?" She sat up again.

"Do you remember that chat we had a few days ago? About your bleeding?" He settled down next to her rather closely. If anyone else got that close, they would have gotten clawed after making her jump like he had.

"Yes." She cocked her head. A few days ago, she had woken up to find herself bleeding from a hole she hadn't known about until then; a hidden opening... funnily, it was where the itching sensation was coming from.

"And you remember what I said about where the blood was coming from?"

"Yes... it's a vagina; all females have them..."

"Right." He cleared his throat slightly "I'm going to show you what it's for."

"Can't you just tell me...?" She didn't want to sound timid, but she couldn't help it; she was feeling anxious for some reason.

"No, you wouldn't get the full meaning."

"Oh... okay... Do I need to do anything?"

"Not yet. I'll explain when we get to it."

She watched him curiously as he leaned back against the wall, pulling a tab on the front of the lower portion of his clothes below his stomach, where his legs joined the rest of his body. She leaned over to peer into the gap. She could see hair, and an appendage of some sort... "What's this?"

His grin was vaguely predatory, but she didn't notice "It's called a penis. Males have them."

"Is it like my vagina...?"

"Not really, no. It functions very differently." He pulled his... penis out through the gap in his clothes "Although they're both for the same purpose."

"... and what's they're purpose?" She looked it over. It didn't seem that interesting... yet, it was better than staring at the walls.

"Sex."

"What's that?" She felt slightly silly for asking so many questions, but it was a break from the norm.

"It's proper name is sexual intercourse, but no one really calls it that anymore outside a scientific context. It's when a male puts his penis inside a female's vagina."

"Oh... you're going to show me? Uh... I don't think it'll fit..."

"Don't worry, it will... but I think I can leave that for a little later."

"... okay..." She kept the hairs on the back of her neck down with difficulty; it was obvious it wouldn't fit in her... why was he lying?

"Lets do something a little easier first... Have you ever touched your vagina to feel good?"

She blushed slightly; she had indeed discovered that it felt nice to rub there, but she hardly did anything more than prod herself after then "Not really... I know it does but I don't think it matters..."

"Well, it does matter quite a lot. Have you ever put your finger inside?"

"No... it wouldn't fit." Yet again, this was information she had discarded. Why did it matter?

"I can assure you, you could easily have squeezed your finger in if you tried."

"Really?"

"Yes. I'll show you, but first there's something else you need to see." He took her hand.

She watched him. After a little manoeuvring, her hand was wrapped around his penis snugly "Um..."

"Don't be shy; just play with it."

And so she did. Curiously, she squeezed. Tugged slightly. Right away, she found it to be very... malleable. The skin was very smooth, and soft. Exploring to the end of it, she pulled the skin back a tiny amount. There was something under the skin, certainly. She blinked a little. Was it getting bigger? Yes, she could feel it getting longer, and wider. She looked up at him.

"When a male's penis gets stimulated... like this... it inflates with blood to make it more rigid. It's called an erection."

"... wait, you mean this is going to get bigger, and it's still going to fit in my vagina?" She doubted it.

"Yes." He was lying.

"... No, it can't... even if I stretch."

"Your vagina can stretch quite a lot; I've seen it. With other females, of course."

She took her hand back "..."

"I'll show you."

Before she could reject the idea, he had lifted her up onto his lap, her legs either side of him. She blushed harder than she already was "No, I don't want to know." She squirmed.

"Calm down. I promise, it feels wonderful."

She stilled slightly. If he had been in the business of dealing pain to her, he could have done so long before now. She grabbed her tail, keeping it still "Fine... stop if it hurts... please..."

"Alright, just relax..."

Biting her lip, she scrunched up her eyes, bracing for either pain or pleasure. She immediately felt his finger delving between her delicate petals, and had to stifle a yelp; it felt very different from when she had taken a brief interest in touching herself. It felt good, physically... but, it didn't in... some other way. Pleasure and... something... build at a creeping pace. She found herself gasping quietly, and forced herself to stop, but was unable to stifle it entirely. All of a sudden, there was a tearing sensation. She went rigid, losing her grip on her tail as it fell limp. She looked down, and saw something... frightening. His penis, or the very tiniest first bit, had just been planted into her... and it was making her bleed. He was just smiling... and that was intolerable.

Without thinking, she pulled her legs in as far as possible, and kicked out. She twisted as she was flung off him, and landed on her hands and feet with true feline grace.

He grunted from the force applied to his chest "Wait! I didn't know that would-"

"Go away." She hissed, retreating into a corner with her claws exposed.

"..." He stood, tucked his penis away, and left.

The door closed, leaving her alone again. She groaned pettily, curling around herself. She was bleeding, even though the thing that had caused it was gone, and the itch was worse than ever.

Another perfect day in hell...