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Sorry it took so long. internet is down and i have been trying to get on, and now that i am, im posting. hope you all like.

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Jason was appalled by what he saw. As he removed Argon's glasses, he saw yellow eyes, staring down at the floor, tears coming out of them. The pupils were not round, yet slightly elliptical in shape. The eyes of a cat, Jason thought, too scared to talk, and yet, too curious to stop pulling off the mask. The scarf came off next. Jason saw then, a slightly elongated mouth, a muzzle of sorts, and it was speckled with whiskers, long and shiny. There was fur all over his face, jet black, short, and soft. Jason was feeling it in terrified wonder for a second, until he realized what he was petting.

He then pulled off the hat, and two ears, pulled back and flat against Argon's head, appeared. Argon's face was contorted in fright, misery, and lost hope. Jason felt a twinge of pain in his arm, and that reminded him of the gashes.

Jason, now knowing what Argon was, dashed upstairs and into his room. His hurt arm of little use to him at this moment, He opened a drawer in his dresser, and pulled out a small duffle bag. It had a big red cross on the front, and under that was First Aid Kit'. Jason pulled out some disinfectant, hydrogen peroxide, a gauze pad, and medical sutures and string. He then pulled off his shirt, and saw that there were four moderate slices in his left arm. He poured the peroxide on the wounds, and screamed at the pain. Each little bubble that appeared was only the pain in a cute, round form. Jason hated this stuff. His mom had put it on every single cut, scrape, and poke he ever got.

Once the pain of the peroxide faded slightly, he applied some disinfectant to the gauze pad and put that face up on the dresser. He reached over and grabbed the suture and string. They saw threading a string through a needle is hard. Try string through a suture with pain shooting through your left arm, shaking from adrenaline. Now that's hard. He finally got it after seven tries, and tied it off. Then, he started to stitch himself up.

One stitch ..... Two stitch ..... Three stitch. Jason made six stitches on the first one, seven on the second, five on the third, and three on the last one. He bit the end of the string off, and put down the suture. He picked up the ready gauze pad, and put it on his stitched up wounds. He wrapped that up in some stretchy tape, and ripped the roll off. He sighed, as the numbing agent in the gel took effect. Now, he could pick up everything, and figure out what he should do next. He put the empty 8oz. bottle of hydrogen peroxide in the garbage can, and all the unused supplies back in the duffle bag, which in turn, he put back in his drawer.

What if he was just delusional and Argon wasn't a cat thing? That might be a possibility. Well, at least Jason hopped it would. He ran through the hallway, and stopped at the stairwell. Looking down, he saw Argon sitting where he left him, hands over his face. He was shaking slightly.

Shit. What am I going to do? There is my best friend gone animal on me. My arm is all torn up, but fixed. And I'm clueless as what to do.' Jason tried to figure out what to do next. One side of him said to run and call the police or animal control. Another said to just leave him there and hide in his room. A third side told him to go down and figure out what the hell was going on.

He chose the third. He slowly walked down the stairs, and into the living room. In the middle, was Argon, still slumped over a small patch of blood, unresponsive. Jason was about to walk over the him, when he had a better idea. He was still frightened by Argon, so he though it would be wise to gull him into talking.

Jason walked into the kitchen, backing away slowly at first, then turning and walking at a brisk pace. Heck, it was what all the animal shows said to do when you ran into a big cat. He then walked over to the refrigerator, and opened it. He pulled out three pounds of raw beef and chicken, and put them on a plate. He got a cup and filled it with milk. I think all cats like milk too...I guess...'

Jason, having worked at Sulfur Creek Nature Rehabilitation Center with all the cats, foxes, opossums, and the such, knew what could happen if you get too close to an animal when it is eating. But Argon seemed cool and collected, well, not now per say, but in general for what he was. So Jason decided to give it a try. He picked up the plate and the cup, and he carried it out into the living room, where Argon was unmoving, just where Jason had left him about half an hour ago. He had stopped crying aloud, but his body still moved with silent, fading tears. Jason set the meat and milk down on the coffee table next to the couch, and walked over to Argon once again.

He gently grabbed Argon's shoulders, and lead him, unresisting, over to the couch, and pushed him down. With Argon still stunned and in shock, there was no resistance in moving him. Jason pulled up a chair, turned it around, and sat on it like those interrogation officers do all the time. They just sat there in silence for a few minutes. Jason was piecing together why this was so obvious now. When they climbed the tree, how Argon climbed with ease. And how he only ate the meat portion of his meals Jason gave him at lunch. And why he was always dressed up so absurdly. As many reasons as there were, these were all the ones he had time to think of, before he saw Argon moving. The boy...no...cat...oh forget it. Argon, there we go. Argon was slowly but surely sitting up a little bit straighter now, and was sniffing the general area of the food.

"............." Argon was about to say something, but changed his mind for some reason, and just stared at the food. Jason just watched him as he sat there, looking scared and upset, staring at the meat. Jason knew Argon lived on his own now. Probably not getting much to eat in the suburban area.

"Are you going to eat it, or am I going to have to take it away from the table?" Jason asked in a cool voice. "Its for you, you know. I can't eat raw meat, but I'm pretty sure that you can."

Argon started to look at Jason, met his eyes, and quickly curled up into a ball on the couch. Jason slowly got up from his chair, and reached for the food. A gloved hand grabbed the plate from Jason's hand, and Jason backed away a little. "Hey, no eating on the couch. Then I'll have to clean it." He sat down on the couch beside the panther thingy.

He watched as Argon picked up a chicken breast and started to eat it. Slowly at first, but then faster once his hunger got the better of him and his worries. He tore into the breast, getting a huge mouthful. Argon chewed it a little, but then swallowed it, too eager for formalities. He had finished half of the meat, two breasts and a pound of beef to be precise, and reached for the glass of milk. He sniffed it, and tasted it, before chugging half of it, making some spill out and around his maw, giving him a milk mustache. He set the cup down, and continued on the meat, until he was licking the plate with a broad tongue.

"Better now?" Jason asked, putting an arm around Argon's shoulder, patting it thrice.

"Yeah...I guess......did I hurt ....you...?" Argon replied, starting to relapse into the cry cry tear tear mushy mushy guilty crap.

"Only a little, but I'm fine now. See? Look." Jason showed Argon his stitched up arm. Argon was going to touch it gently, but the thought it best not to. Jason pulled his sleeve back down over the wound. "T'is only a flesh wound!" Jason said, and started to crack up laughing, not at the funny reference to Monty, but of nervousness and confusion.

"Heh Heh heh....." Argon laughed a little half-heartedly. "Why aren't you scared of me? I'm a monster! You're supposed to scream and call the FBI so that they can come and get me again...oops."

"Well, for one, I AM scared of you, but that's just shock. I have known you for little over a week and a half, and you show no signs of a mean bone in your body. Two, you are my friend, and I don't think any of my friends are monsters. You're just....a little.....different, I suppose. And three, What do you mean the FBI? And by taken again? I just don't follow."

Argon was going to lean over and hug Jason, but he stopped halfway through. Jason saw this, suppressed a chuckle, and hugged Argon himself, feeling the whiskers brush against his cheek a little bit. He let go of Argon. "Hey, you must be hot in all of those clothes. Before you tell me, let me get you some fresh ones."

Jason went slowly back up into his room. It was a medium sized one, eleven by fifteen or so. Just a bed, dresser, small 32"tv, closet, and a door in the corner, which lead to the fire escape. Jason riffled through his drawers, pulling out some blue shorts, a white t-shirt, and some foam and twine. He had a little project to do first.

Jason ran to his desk, not wanting to keep Argon waiting, less he run away. He quickly cut the one-inch thick foam into a rough shoe-type shape. He then poked four holes into the bottom, and threaded the twin through. It overlapped a few times, and then tied off in the middle. Thus, he created some new sandals for a panther-person to wear.

Jason went back downstairs, and sat on the couch. He dumped the clothes onto Argon, and moved to the chair. Argon started to strip off his clothes. Shirt after shirt came away, then the sweatpants and shorts, and then the boots. Argon, Jason had to say, looked pretty nice. He was very trim and fit looking. Toned arms and legs, flat tummy, and just the right face to make it look like a......how do you say this....a model. For human/animal people anyways.

Once Argon was dressed a settled down, Jason sat back onto the couch. "So, tell me how this all started."

"Well, you see...sigh. They have been after me for a while now. I was just a little embryo when it all happened. From what I gathered, My mother was human. They just took her eggs, and inserted a mix of chemicals, cat DNA, and human sperm. Then, they cultivated me and my siblings, I guess you can call them. I was the only successful baby. They said I looked just like a kitten when I was brought out of the test tube, but soon grew more human features, like arms and legs, and hand-like paws.

"They let me grow up for two years, until I could walk in an upright manner, then they started to test me. They injected lots of viruses in me, then venoms, then some bacteria. They wanted to see how strong my immune system was. I had no major effects, except for this one snake's venom. It almost killed me. They used an anti-venom and I was saved.

"Then, when I was four, they started doing endurance tests on me. They put me on treadmills and stationary bicycles and the such. They made me do that crap for hours. The next few years passed, and everyday, different tests to do on the mutant. I learned to talk when I was nine or so. They would occasionally let me out into the nearby woods on a chain collar with a muzzle-type thing.

"Then, a few weeks ago, The man holding my chain tripped and let go of the handle. I took the chance and jumped on top of him. I slammed his head into the ground, and took his keys. I then unlocked myself and ran for it. Then, someone saw me.................."

".........And that's how I ended up here." Argon finished about, I don't know..........an hour later.

"So, let me get this straight. You were born from a test tube experiment, fused with cat and human DNA. Then scientists tested you in various fields of stuff, and then you broke free last year?" Jason was trying to sum it up as best as he could.

"Yes. I'm just a fluke, and shouldn't be alive..."

Jason thumped Argon on the nose, and scorned him. "You have every right to be alive right now, but why here? Why did you come here of all places?"

"Well," Argon said, rubbing his muzzle, "I was running out of a convenience store one day, after stealing some food, and saw you in the NYT by the door. I read about you and your honor awards in the tree I slept in that night. It said you were the weirdest student in the western states. You had virtually no friends, yet you treated everybody like one. You had taken the most punches for people, and got suspended too many times to count. Outstanding grades, and a Kind Heart award for your Community Service. And that you were a master of ingenuity. I just decided to come here once I saw the FBI on my tail."

"So, why me."

"I thought you wouldn't care, and I hope that I was right. I had to leave the newspaper in he tree after I woke up. They must have found it in the tree, because when I was in the park the morning before school started, I saw one at your door, talking to you. There was a bulge in the back of his pants, and I thought it suspicious. He followed you to the park, and when you refused to talk to him, he pulled out a tazer gun, aimed at you, and was pulling the trigger when I came down, slashed at his face a little bit, and jumped back up to the trees before you saw me."

"So that's why he was all scratched up. Well, thank you for saving me from being kidnapped. And just to let you know, I don't care if you're a genetic freak, not to be harsh or anything. I think you are cool, and a good friend."

Jason got up and picked up the plate of finished meat, and the empty glass of milk. He took it over to the kitchen, and rinsed them off and stuck them in the dish washer. Jason looked at the clock. It was 1:34 am.

"Well, it's been a long night for the both of us, and I think we should get some sleep" Jason said as he walked out into the living room. Argon just looked up, still nervous. "Argon, you have nothing to fear. I wont call anybody on you. I really don't care. It's not on the outside that matters, but what is on the inside is really important. You could be an alien and I wouldn't care. Now I can see why you came to me of all people."

With that, Jason went back upstairs, and changed into his blue pajamas. Tonight felt like a blue pajama kind of night. Once done, he walked over to his bed, and reached under it, found a handle, and pulled on it. Not only had he won those award for being nice, but he invented a roll-away bunk bed too. The second frame slid out from under his first mattress, and locked in place. Jason just pulled it up, then pushed it over his own mattress. It clicked into place again. Then, Jason just pushed it up further, the frame clicking a few more times, until it got to be the desired height.

Jason walked to his closet, and opened a side panel. Yes, he was thrifty too, get over it. There were extra towels, pillows, sheets, and a mattress. He pulled all but the towels out, and laid them out on the floor. Sheets went onto the mattress, the mattress was lifted up and onto the bed frame, and then the pillows put up on the mattress also. Job well done, in his opinion.

Jason went downstairs, and grabbed Argon, pulling him up the stairs. "I have some pajamas for you if you need them. Gosh, are you anti-social. Oh wait. You are. Here you go." Jason said as he handed Argon a set of black PJ's. "I think you'll like that color." Argon half smiled.

"Where do I get changed?"

"I don't care. There is a bathroom, the closet, here, it doesn't matter to me." Jason said, and got under the covers, pulling them up over his shoulders and closing his eyes. Argon just sorta stood there for a minute, then ran to the bathroom to change.

He finally made it back to the room. "Hey Jason?"

"Yeah"

"Can I, you know, make a, well..."

"Scissors are on the desk." Jason mumbled and turned over in the bed, and saw Argon. It was pretty funny. Argon was jet black, as was the pajamas, and when he looked at you, it looked like his front part had been shaved. He turned back around to allow the panther more privacy. Then he hears a *snip* and the scissors being put down.

"Thanks Jason." Argon said as he climbed up it the upper bunk.

"No problem." Jason replied, and got up to turn off the light. He made it to the door without tripping on the excess piles of clothes. He flipped the switch, plunging everything into darkness. He stumbled a few times on his way back to the bed. He tripped. He landed and looked up. Two yellow eyes stared back down at him. They laughed.

Jason got back up and into the bed. "Good night, Argon."

"Good night."

Awkward silence filled the room, until Jason heard Argon's nearly silent snores. Then, Jason too succumbed to sleep's warm embrace.

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They woke up at a reasonable time. 8:30. Jason got up, and went downstairs to eat breakfast. He walked into the kitchen, and opened a cabinet. He was reaching for the box of cereal, when something grabbed his shoulder. Jason spun around, and pushed two fingers into three different spots on Argon's arm, before realizing who it was. He just didn't remember.

Now it was Argon turn to look scared. His arm was unmovable. He looked at Jason. "What did you do?"

"Numbed your arm a little... I forgot about you when I woke up, and you startled me a bit. Sorry. Let me fix that." Jason went around behind Argon, and massaged his left shoulder a little bit until Argon's arm could move again. "There. All better. Now, what do you want? Capn' crunch, or frosted Flakes." Jason laughed in his mind at the irony of the tiger on the box.

"Can I have some more meat please?"

"Oh yeah. I forgot. Is that all you eat?"

"No. I just prefer it." Argon's tummy growled, and Jason hurried to the fridge. He reached in, and pulled out the remaining chicken parts. Handing them to Argon, he grabbed the milk also. Jason walked back over to the counter, poured frosted flakes, and added the milk.

They went to the table, and sat down. They were halfway finished when the doorbell rang. "Who the hell rings the doorbell this early on a Saturday!" Jason, as you might be able to tell, doesn't like the doorbell too much in the mornings. Jason raced to the door, and opened it. Two men in black were standing there, tazers aimed at Jason.

"Hello, Jason. We are here to ask you about some kid at your school named Argon."

"Oh, him? The freak that dresses a whole lot? Yeah, he's a nerd. No one hangs out with him."

"Thank you for your time, but lying isn't what we want to hear." The first guy shot his tazer, two pins shooting out at Jason. He ducked and caught the string that the electricity runs through. He stood back up and hurled the pins at the man whom hadn't fired at him yet. He went down without more than a jerk. The first man just sighed, and pulled out a tranquilizer gun.

"Run Argon!" Was all he had time to yell, before the lights in his world, went out.