The pounding in Jackson’s head got worse as he lay on the hard metal shelf in his small room while trying to get sleep. He had been alone for a while and hadn't been given anything to eat in three days. The Scientist was starving him intentionally. Doctor Harold Manser, animal biologist… and criminal. It had to be a crime to kidnap children and experiment on them… Turn them into… things like this.


Jackson sat up and looked down at his reflection on the metal shelf. It was a little blurry, but he could still see his face. His matted fur. He was a freak. Human merged with an animal… A cheetah of all animals. Jackson had always been more of a dog person. Especially now. He hadn’t showered in weeks, because he had been locked in a white room with only a shelf.


He had a metal armor covering his torso, that no matter how hard he tried, he could not remove it. It was a very elastic metal that apparently could move with his body, but his claws couldn’t seem to work the metal to get it off. Somehow, they had locked it onto him after they had turned him.


He hadn’t seen anyone but the occasional lab-tech (At least he thought that they were lab-techs. He didn’t know for sure…) and of course the “good” doctor himself…


He laid his head back down. He was losing his memory as the days went by. Most of his thoughts were overshadowed by his growling hunger. He could remember only a few things about his former life. He… His name was… Jackson. Jackson Malerdeen. There was a girl. A human girl. Her name was Melody… No. That wasn’t it… Harmony. Her name was Harmony.”


“Hunger…” A voice rang in his head.


He clutched his head and growled starting to say his memories out loud. “My mother is… her name… Catherine.” He sat up and ran to the door as he remembered his friends. His friends were in here somewhere. “KATELYNN! MARCUS!” He started to bang on the door. “KATELYNN! MARCUS!”


He heard an alarm sound above his head and started to laugh. “YES. YES. LALALALALA!!! COME ON. I AM MAKING A FUSS!”


He banged his head on the glass. “LET ME OUT OF HERE!”


He stood backed a glared at the window as the alarm shut off and heard some muffled yells from outside. He could make out the sound of his name from the muffled yells. His ear perked up. “I'M HERE!”


A face filled the window, and Jackson snarled. “You...”


Doctor Manser smiled a sickening friendly smile. “Hello, Mr. Malerdeen. Lovely day isn't it?” He took a sip from an expensive looking teacup.


“What do you want?” Jackson crossed his arms, trying to ignore his grumbling stomach.


The Doctor ignored his question and looked down at his charts. “I have some questions for you. Simple questions, just a checkup.”


Jackson's tail perked up. He had been in this room for a long time, and even though things like this happened only every three or four days. He knew this meant food. He was going to eat today. He was getting food. “Okay.” He tried to make himself not look so angry, so the Doctor would give him his food.


“Answer all of these questions honestly. First. What is your full name?”


“Jackson Phillip Malerdeen.” He stood in front of the window watching the Doctor carefully.


“How old are you?”


“I am sixteen years old.”


The Doctor smiled. “Good. Good. How are you feeling?”


Jackson's stomach growled. “I'm not feeling too good.”


The doctor looked up. “What emotions are you feeling right now?”


Jackson stood there looking back at the doctor. He was angry… But he was afraid of the doctor. He had kidnapped them, but he still had no idea what else the Doctor was capable of. “Um… Lonely? Hungry?”


The Doctor crossed his arms and his smile faded. “I asked for an honest answer.” He banged his fist on the door and gritted his teeth. “Where's that anger I was hearing before?”


Jackson jumped, and his claws bared. “You… What…?”


“I want you to be angry. I want you to envision tearing me to shreds, boy.” He grinned again, but this time it was a more chilling grin. Something about it… made him want to die.


But the desired effect was happening. Jackson was getting angry. The once whispering growl that was inside Jackson, became more audible. “Kill him.” He wanted to comply… Oh so very badly… “Just punch through that glass and dig those claws into his neck.”


He couldn't break though… He knew what happened when he lost control last time… He felt like… Like such an animal. But even more. It was like all his animalistic urges that his conscience usually kept at bay, were replaced with the urges of an actual animal. He had felt like his conscience was being shoved in a locker, completely helpless as he literally BECAME an animal… Driven by bloodlust and rage, he… he… He wanted to rip his claws through that man’s throat.


He looked at the doctor angrily, but he caught a glimpse of himself in the glass. His eyes were clouding over in blood red. He looked back at Doctor Harold Manser and threw himself against the door. “WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME?”


“Because I want you to kill. I want you to feed. I want everyone who looks at you to scream in terror as they look at you and prepare to take their final breath. You are the perfect monster. Animal DNA mixed with a scared teenager. A scared, angry teenager with the instincts of a bloodthirsty creature.” The doctor laughed as Jackson suddenly hunched over in pain and started making an unearthly sound.


“Uhp! Time to go. Haven't got much more time to waste here. I have something fun planned.” He turned to leave, but first tapped on the glass of the door. “Anything else you want to say, my young lad?”


Jackson looked up, his eyes completely red, “Y-yes.” He said in a raspy voice. “I am going to kill you… Your arm looks delicious.”


Manser paused for a second and looked down at his arm. “Um… Thank you?” He took out a remote and pressed a button.


Jackson's pupils dilated as he began to feel a little dizzy. He could feel something warm blowing at his leg. He was being gassed. He yowled and threw himself against the door, banging his fist against the door. “LET ME OUT, FLESHLING!”


He kept banging on the door, each time his fist making less and less of an impact. “Let me out… Le…” Jackson growled, his eyes red and his teeth bared and jumped at the door.


He ended up hitting head on the door and knocked himself out. He slumped to the floor, his face smooshed against the door.





The doctor tapped on the glass. “Hello?” He looked through the glass. “You okay?” The was no answer. The doctor shrugged. “Oookay then. Time to go sedate your friends.” He walked off to the next room to repeat the process.