Rust Sometimes I wonder if the world will end. Or if thats just me. Heh, either way, ill stay here as long as I need to. I'm not happy, but I like it here ya know. My fur whips in the wind as I dig my claws into the tree bark. I ruffled my back fur. Her voice echoed so clearly in my mind. Yet I couldn't even place her. My poor sister... and that awful day. It never should have happened. I wish it wouldn't have. Don't we learn things from encounters? Maybe. But how should I know right or wrong? In this bloody world, everything's wrong. My rust colored fur, dappled with black and white, shone in the moonlight. My pelt gave me my name. Or possibly just the way my heart feels under my skin. It's rusted with grief and sorry. My name is Rust. I grew up at this place. This... awful place. Full of sick men and cowardly women. Everything is dying. Because of these people. They are doing horrible things to themselves. And to me. I leaped down from my tree and started out the glass window at the moon. I could feel the Morph burning within me. It was just this time that I could hold it back. The full#moonwasn't until tomorrow. I dreaded the day the stuck needles into me. Injected me with poison. Injecting me with fear. I don't know how long I slept. But I awoke instantly. The Morph was making me itch and burn. I turned my head up to screech which turned into a roar. My stood stiffly and paced about my enclosure. I leapt into the tree, biting into the bark to try to avoid the pain welling up in me. Everyone 27 years. And it just had to be here. I fell out of the tree. I couldn't move anymore, the strength already starting to sear into my muscles, ripping them apart to make new. I roared with power, standing on my two clawed feet. I enclosed my fists. I leapt forward, smashing into the glass. 5 inch, eh? Smart. But not enough. I burst my way through it, alarms going off everywhere. I guess they had been watching me. Heh. I leaped over lab tables and such, flinging supplies. I leapt out into the world easily. I rejected the pain washing over me. Please don't let this end. I braced myself onto the roof. My muscles were snapping and blood gushed from my mouth. I crumpled down, my hair flopping in front of my eyes. "Oh there you are. I thought you would be here." He's here.