I notice that Mynx's Story does not have a *Complete* stamp next to it. Does that mean that more is coming?
There MUST be!
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Look at that. A full-grown woman pulling off pigtails. Her crazy is off the charts.
There's still the story of how Mynx meets Synapse, and becomes a hero in her own right. There's plenty left to see.
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Little Kat, Little Kat, come with me. Follow if you want to be free.
He was the kind of man she would have crossed the street to avoid. Bearded, befuddled, with eyes that seemed to be looking at everything else but what was right in front of them. Even in the sewers, he smells.
But he feels kind and he gently bandages her injured wrist with a piece of surprisingly clean cloth. The simple act makes her want to cry.
Its been so long since anyone did anything to help her.
Who are you? How did you get here? How did you find me?
I am I am I am the Can Man. I hear that which is not spoken. I act to help those who are broken. He fishes into a bag hes carrying and tosses her some dirty clothes. The Crey mark what you wear. Discard it and better youll fare.
Mark it? You mean its bugged? She wants to get rid of the gown anyway. It reminds her of what was done to her. She steps behind the Can Man and swiftly dons the torn jeans and T-shirt. Theyre too big for her, but then most clothes are. Shes always been tiny.
She tosses the gown into the water.
No sooner does she finish
. Someones coming, she tells her strange ally.
The Can Man makes a strange gesture with his arms. No eye can see you or I. Say not a word lest they find us as they did the invisible bird.
The Can Man pulls her to the side, to the shadows, and they see an armed party of Crey Agents come tromping through the sewers.
One of them is wearing the uniform that Crey gives their scientists, and hes carrying a tablet-sized piece of equipment. The right side of his face is heavily bandaged. Well find her. Ill find that minx and rip her heart out!
Calm yourself, Amadeo. The Countess has plans for the Stevens girl. Just be thankful that you arent being punished for your
indiscretions. Though clad in a business suit like everyone else but Amadeo, hes much taller and more formidable than his companions. Even in the darkened sewers, hes wearing sunglasses.
The feline freak hurt me, Hopkins! Ill make her pay! I swear Ill make her pay!
You will do as youre told. The tone is not that of a man who expects to be obeyed; it is the voice of a man who takes it for granted that his commands will be followed without question.
Fear-- and anger-- war within her. She wants to run away where theyll never find her. She wants to tear into them with the claws they have given her, make them pay in pain and blood for the torment they have given her.
But the Can Mans hand is on her arm, and somehow that makes her stay where she is, watching.
Shes nearby, Amadeo mutters. I can feel her.
Her claws twitch and she remembers the feel of his flesh rending
The device in Amadeos hands emits a rapid beeping noise. I told you! Shes near! Shes here! And well have her soon!
Her breath catches in her throat.
Hopkins glances at the machine and grimaces. He reaches a meaty hand into the muck and foul water at their feet and pulls up the gown shes just discarded. I dont think shes all that near, Amadeo.
No! How could she know to get rid of it?! How could she know?!
Beside her, she can see the Can Man grin.
Were not going to find her tonight. Hopkins face is as impassive as stone, but she can feel the anger simmering beneath that calm surface.
I promise you Ill find her, Hopkins! Ill bring her back the Lab with my own two hands
AFTER she pays for what she did to me!
Shes probably the only one who sees the blow that strikes Amadeo to the ground. Even so, shes appalled by its speed and power.
Your petty vendettas are of no more importance than your twisted desires, Amadeo. You will find Ms. Stevens. You will bring her back to the Lab
not for revenge, but because the Countess commands it. I command it. Fail me again, and you will wish that Ms. Stevens had finished you. Now, come.
He jerks Amadeo back to his feet and gestures for the others to follow him. Within minutes, theyre gone as though they had never been.
The Can Man turns to her. Safety you will not find here down below. To Steel Canyon you should go.
Steel Canyon? Why?
The Crey are strongest in the places of shadow where only the lost and the lonely go. Dwell in the world of light and the Countess power you can fight. In the Canyon of Steel you will be able to heal.
Its insane. The Can Man is insane. But she knows that shes going to do what he says. She owes him that much. Thank you. Thank you for your help. She hugs him impulsively.
His body stiffens at her touch, trembling like a bird thats about to take flight, but he finally, stiffly, returns her embrace. For a time you must walk alone, but there are others who will help you grow strong. No matter have they have done to you; your inner self will always shine through.
He leaves her beside a door that leads out of the sewers and into Steel Canyon. One moment hes there; the next hes gone.
Shes hunted, cold, and alone, but shes free.
For now, thats enough.
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Synapse is running.
He is running because there is lightning in his blood, power in his fingers and toes. He is running because the only time he feels alive is when hes a blur of speed. Talking, moving, thinking at a normal rate of speed is like swimming in molasses.
And there are times when he simply cant take it any longer.
Tonight is one of those times.
And of course, Ray isnt content to leave well enough alone.
I dont understand you, Synapse.
Ray only calls him Synapse when hes mad at him. Lately, hes been doing that a lot.
Ray, unless something has come up in the last ten minutes, Im off duty. The nice thing about having a mad scientist for a best friend is that hes fully capable of building a doohickey or whatchmacallit that can slow down a speedsters speech enough to be understood by normal ears. Arguing with Ray by comlink while running at breakneck speed through Paragon was bad enough; having to do it while slowing his speech down would be as annoying as heck.
I cant believe you stood up Margaret for the third time, Positron says as though he hasnt said a word. Rays annoying like that. Shes a brilliant woman, and actually seems to like you for reasons that escape me.
Ray, shes not my type. Shes your type. Why dont you ask her out? Have you even had a date since the turn of the century?
Were not talking about my social life
Or lack thereof
were talking about you. I know how much you enjoy the night life, but we all have to grow up sometime, Steve.
Ray, look. I like being single. I like not being tied down or having any responsibilities. When I go out, I like dating pretty girls who arent looking to settle down and raise 2.4 kids and have a house in the suburbs. Margaret is a nice woman, but shes looking for Mr. Right. Im Mr. Right Now.
Thats a pretty shallow attitude, Synapse.
Again with the Synapsing, Ray? Look, I do my bit for Paragon. I fight the good fight. I save the world on a regular basis. Dont ask more of me than that. Im going to turn the comlink off now, Ray.
Synapse
Good night, Ray. Theres nothing quite so satisfying as getting the last word on Ray! Wait a second
whats that up ahead? Looks like trouble
The woman is a pretty young thing. The man is young and stretched out flat on his back on the sidewalk.
What seems to be the trouble here? Remember to flash a smile at the girl.
Synapse!
Thats my name. My friends call me Syn. Man, my goggles are great for protecting my eyes but they dont exactly make flirting easy. Chicks really dig it when they can see your eyes. What happened here?
I was picking up a pizza for the gang and this guy jumps out of nowhere. He says hes going to Theres real fear in her eyes and he doesnt need her to elaborate; he just nods to show that he understands.
Then what happened?
This girl jumps out of nowhere and beats him within an inch of his life. Shes got these claws and it looks like shes going to cut him to ribbons and thenand then she just stops and looks at me.
A new hero on the block? Might have to track her down. She sounds like shes a little too bloodthirsty. On the other hand, sounds like she stopped herself. Thats a good sign. Then what happened?
The girls eyes widen in surprise. She stole my pizza!
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Buahaha, this is just awesome.
"If I had Force powers, vacuum or not my cape/clothes/hair would always be blowing in the Dramatic Wind." - Tenzhi
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Didn't see THAT coming! Ha!
That there was sig worthy, that was. Were I the sig-switching type, I'd switch it up for your pizza-theft line.
Keep the awesome coming.
Talk about your plot twists. Now, we'll all see the time when Synapse started the "Savior of Pizza" portion of his career.
And it shall be glorious, indeed.
Thanks, guys.
Of the canon characters I've written so far, Synapse is the second one to have given me the most trouble. (Writing dialogue for The Can Man tops him.)
If I screw this story up, it'll probably be because I mishandle Synapse ....
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You're doing great, can't wait for more 
She never sleeps in the same place twice in a row. She eats what she takes. She talks to no one, and no one is ever allowed to touch her again.
Shes never felt so free.
Or lonely.
Theres no one she can trust. The Crey are still looking for her. Shes seen them on the streets of Steel Canyon. They hunt her.
Shes even seen Amadeo. The bandage that hes still wearing makes him easy to spot. Hes the one who hunts her the most.
His lips on hers. His hands on her body
Her claws pop instinctively.
If I ever meet him again Ill finish what I started!
Hello, good looking!
She turns and sees a colorfully clad man looking at her. Hes smilinga smile that reminds her of Amadeo. Youre pretty good. Ive been trying to find you for three nights now. There arent a lot of people who can hide themselves that well. Im
Synapse. I know who you are. Im not an idiot. Shes balances on her toes, ready to leaptowards Synapse or away from him. Shes not sure which.
So you know my name. Why dont you share yours? Hes still smiling. She hates that smile. She hates the flirting tone of his voice.
ImMynx.
Hi, Mynx. Charmed, Im sure. So whats a nice cat-girl like you doing on a rooftop like this?
She stands there, uncertain. Hes a man. She cant trust him. She cant trust that smile. But hes Synapse, a member of the Freedom Phalanx. Maybe he can help her--?
Im sure we could find a much more interesting way to spend a night like this
That smile.
That smug, arrogant, self indulgent smile.
She cant help herself. More to the point, she doesnt want to help herself. She wants to wipe that smile off his face.
She screams an incoherent cry of rage and leaps at him, claws extended.
You dont really think you can lay a glove on me, do you? Hes smirking. God, she hates that smirk.
But she smiles at him through her lashes. Oh, I dont know about that, hotpants. Look down.
Puzzled, he looks down and gasps in surprise.
Three bloody gashes mark his chest.
How did youI didnt see you do that! I didnt see you do that! How could you move so fast?!
Im faster than I look. Shes enjoying the look of surprise on his face. It gives her a sense of power, of strength. Its intoxicating.
Good shot, kitty. You wont get another. Time for me to get serious.
You get serious? Im shocked!
Not yet, but you will be. Synapse frowns and waves his hand, and suddenly shes surrounded by oscillating circular bolts of electricity. That electric fence will keep you in place, kitty. Why dont you tell me who you really are and why youre saving damsels in distress and snatching takeout?
I dont have to answer to you, sparky. I dont answer to anyone now! She tenses her legs and leaps out of the fence, landing on Synapse with sufficient force to knock him off his feet. She straddles his chest and puts her claws to his throat. Give me one good reason not to give you a second smile.
Ive got one. Youre not a killer. To his credit, he doesnt flinch. He just looks up at her through the goggles that mask his eyes. The smile is gone, but theres no fear.
You dont know anything about me! She jumps off him and points her claws at him. You dont know who I am. You dont know what I am. You dont know what they did to me! No one will ever hurt me again! I wont let them! Come near me again and Ill kill you, hero! I swear to God that Ill gut you like a fish!
Let me help you, Mynx. He rises slowly to his feet, cautious, but not making any overtly threatening movies. His voice is different now. The flirtatious tones are gone. It sounds
compassionate. Who did this to you? Who hurt you?
It doesnt matter. They can do whatever they want and no one ever stops them. Not the law. Not Statesman. Not you. No one ever stops them and they keep on hurting people! Where were you, Synapse? Where were you when they strapped me down to that table and cut on me? Where were you when they injected me with stuff that made my insides melt? Where were you when I needed a hero?!
Im here now, Mynx. Let me help you deal with this. Believe me, Ive been where you are. It was Crey, wasnt it? Crey did this to you, didnt they? Theyre the ones who hurt you, arent they?
I dont need you now! I dont need anyone! Stay the hell away from me, Synapse! Come near me again and I will kill you! I swear it!
She wants to run. She wants to stay. She wants to believe him. She wants to kill him.
She jumps. She runs away. She runs away from the pain, from the fear. She runs away because its the only thing she can do to keep herself sane.
Mynx! Mynx!
He looks for her for hours. She can hear him calling her new name until his voice is hoarse, but he doesnt find her. Hiding from himhiding from herselfshe watches him all night long
Stay away, Synapse. Stay away. Please stay away from me
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[OOC]: I'll take the first post in this thread for the night.
I don't know...
It was kind of odd when I first began reading. Maybe it's because you were taking signature characters in to your own hands, or something... No, I'm sure of it. ...I think. I don't know, there was just something I couldn't pin that didn't quite 'click' at first.
But...
Tonight's add-on really made me want more. I think you did a good job, and whatever you're doing, keep it up.
I'll keep reading. I'm liking where this is going.
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I like it. I think your Synapse is pretty good, tries the polished, charming famous hero of the city schtick and it fails him utterly but he's still able to get something out of it.
I did notice that he seemed fairly jaded when he was talking to Positron earlier and he doesn't seem to have that in this section, and I'm perfectly willing to chalk that up to public face/private face, but I figured you'd want to know that his personality seemed to flucuate inbetween sections.
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I think your portrayal of Synapse works, your Mynx, too. This is an earlier time, a different time for these heroes. Synapse uses his womanizing to escape his memories of torment, and Mynx is startled and paranoid. This all makes perfect sense to me.
Frankly, I'm starting to wonder if Blue here is really the "play name" of a Cryptic/NCSoft storyline writer 
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Look at that. A full-grown woman pulling off pigtails. Her crazy is off the charts.
Thanks, Mr. Grey, but I assure you I'm not.
If I had any kind of pull at all with NCSoft, you'd see a Dancin' Clockwork King and Prom Dress Penny in Pocket D during the Valentine's Day events.
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I, honestly, would die laughing if I ever saw this.
On topic: Great story.
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Personally, I like the tale. I liked Mynx even before reading this. I'm kinda partial to human/feline hybrids.
I have a few of my own and I've even started a story about them (A Cat's Night of Skullduggery). looking forward to reading more.
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It's funny... The way I write Mynx, she's something of a... A... Well, she's not nice. I took this attitude from the comic, but where her behavior remains playful with the Vindicators (except Malaise, they ALL seem to hate Malaise), she becomes a bit cold to other heroes she doesn't really know and doesn't really respect.
Somebody once asked me to have her run over by a truck! This was... Unsettling... I had written her too unsympathetic. However, I couldn't fix it. The story is largely the point of view of my characters, and the one that has dealt with Mynx the most is a bit of an abrasive brat himself, so they ALWAYS rub each other the wrong way (essentially, it boils down to bouts of "God! I hate you so much!" when they're not emotionally drained).
I think that's why I like Blue's story here. He found the way to sympathize with Mynx while sticking to her personality. I hope the momentum keeps up and I can't wait to see where this goes.
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Look at that. A full-grown woman pulling off pigtails. Her crazy is off the charts.
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Now that's where we disagree. She hasn't had a chance to be nice or to relax. She is aware of what she needs and who MAY be able to provide for that need; but she is afraid of another betrayal.
We humans are always putting our own standards on other creatures. Cats are an excellent example. Take the 'arrogant and sulking' cat idea. It usually comes up when the human has found the cat has done something the human does not like. The very way the cat turns away and leaves infuriates us.
But hold on, what is the cat doing in its own mind? To a cat meeting another creature's gaze is a challenge. Take a good look at a cat's face and you will see a cat is well-equipped (for its size) for such a challenge. When we get angry at a cat; we want to look it in the eye. That is exactly what the cat DOESN'T want... it doesn't want to challenge you, especially when you're angry. The cat's only alternative... avoid your gaze and leave before your hurt it.
Just because you have a standard, it doesn't mean that standard is shared. That is what this story is saying so far.
So let me see if I have this straight. You hear about some clawed wild woman stalking the rooftops of Steel Canyon and spend three nights looking for her. She proves fast enough to not only take you down, but also to make a complete getaway. And yet, you didnt think any of this was important enough to tell any of us what you were doing?
Well, yeah, it does sound stupid when you put it that way, Manticore, Synapse admits with a grin that doesnt let anyone see just how torked off he actually is. Never let them see you sweat.
Its time for the grownups to take over now, Synapse. Statesman, Sister Psyche and I will go Steel Canyon tonight. Between her telepathy and my tracking skills
You know, William Tell, youd be a lot less of a jerk if youd just take that arrow out of your
Synapse, thats enough. Statesmans voice holds no amusement, no annoyance. Hes worked with both of them too long for that. You too, Manticore. Synapse isnt some amateur fresh off the bus. Hes a professional.
Some professional. If Kitty Claws hadnt changed her mind, wed be recruiting his replacement right now.
Shes not a killer.
You seem awfully certain of that, Steve. Rays helmet is off, and hes drinking half a cup of coffee. He doesnt drink a lot of liquids when hes expecting to be on call.
She spared the mugger. She spared me. Ive looked into her eyes, Ray. Shes not a killer. She didnt choose this life. It chose her. He pauses. Crey chose her.
Youre sure of this? Sister Psyche looks over at him.
Im sure. For a change, he doesnt even make a show of lowering his gaze to her chest while hes speaking to her. He looks her straight in the eyes.
If youre wrong, then youve left a ticking bomb on the streets. Manticores not big on forgiveness. One of his less endearing qualities, Synapse thinks.
Shes either a victim who needs help or a potential killer. Either way, we need to get her off the streets before anyone gets hurt. Shalice, do you think you can find her?
Shes one girl in a city filled with millions of people. Given time, I can probably find her, but it wont happen overnight.
I can alert the Brawler and Blue Steel. With enough heroes on the job, itll only be a matter of time before we find her
No!
Steve? Whats wrong?
We cant hunt her down like a wild animal. Shes been hurt. She doesnt trust anyone. If we sick the cape and cowl brigade on her, well just make things worse. Weve got to convince her to let us help her. Weve got to earn her trust. He hates this. He hates this because its not who he is. Hes not Mr. Responsibility. Statesman, Rayeven Manticorecall the shots, most of the time. Hes the one who runs where hes told or blasts what hes told to blast. He doesnt take charge. Let me do this on my own.
Youve already bungled this once, Synapse. What makes you think you deserve a second chance?
Its not about me, Mean Arrow. Its about a girl whos wandering around lost on her own whos one step from putting on a black hat. She shouldnt be chased down like a runaway house pet. She deserves better than that from usfrom me.
Steve, its not your fault.
Geez, Shalice! Give a guy some warning next time! I might have been picturing you in your underwear or something!
The equivalent of a mental chuckle, but it doesnt last. What happened to Mynx isnt your fault, Steve.
How do you know that, Shalice? Ray and Iwe should have dug deeper, looked harder. We could have found the proof that we needed to shut down Crey once and for all! Instead, they remained in business and Mynx paid the price. Mynxand God knows who else.
Steve, not even Statesman has been able to save everyone. Beating yourself up over this girl isnt going to help p heror you.
Ive been where she is, Shalice. I know better than anyone what shes going through. I was on that table, Shalice. Not even Ray knows what it was likewhat they did to me. What they were trying to do to me. If anyone can reach her, its me. I have to try.
I think that we should let Synapse try.
Shalice, are you certain? Statesman doesnt seem surprised at all. Of course at his age, theres probably not a lot that can surprise him.
Manticore, on the other hand
You cant be serious!
I am. Theres no indication that the girl has placed anyone in serious danger yet. Right now, shes just a potential threat. Until we have proof that she is actually a danger to herself or others, I say that we give Synapse the chance to try to help Mynx.
I agree. He expects that Ray would take his side, but its still gratifying that he does. But theres no reason that we have to put all our eggs in one basket, so to speak.
What do you have in mind, Ray?
Just this, sir. Even after all this time, Ray still cant bring himself to get over his childhood awe and call Statesman by his given name. While Steve is trying to talk Mynx into turning herself in for help, Manticore can be trying to figure out who she really is. Once we know who she is, we ought to have a better idea of how to help her.
Ive seen Mynx in Synapses memories, Sister Psyche volunteers. I can help Manticore in his search.
Why I am not surprised? Statesman murmurs.
Steve, do you want my help? Ray offers. I can scan from the air while you search the streets and rooftops.
Nothanks, Ray, but I think I should handle this myself. Im going to try something different.
What do you mean?
Shes going to be watching for Synapsebut she doesnt know Steve Berry. Ill try to talk to her in civvies. Maybe I can talk her down that way. Its worth a shot.
Not a bad idea, Manticore admits grudgingly.
Thanks, Robin of Lockjaw. I appreciate the vote of confidence.
I think youre right, Synapse. If you come to her without a mask, you may just be able to help Mynx.
Yeah, shell never recognize me without the costume. He smiles to fake a confidence he doesnt feel. He doesnt like the idea of being anyones only hope, but hes afraid that Mynxs wellbeing is going to depend on what he does next
its a scary thought.
What he hears next, however, scares him even more.
You dont understand, Steve. Im not talking about the mask of Synapse. If youre going to reach Mynx, youre going to have to let her see Steven Berry. The REAL Steven Berry
can you do that?
Ill do whatever it takes, Shalice. Im not going to fail her this time
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WOW!
I like this conversation. Why do I see a maturation occuring? I'm not really surprised at the psionic's understanding of the situation.
I waiting anxiously for the next post.
In the beginning, she cried. She begged. She pleaded.
But none of it made any difference. They didnt stop. They kept on hurting her. They kept on changing her. Tearing away who she had been, making her into someone else.
Something else.
Now now she doesnt cry. She struggles when she can. Glares at them when she cant. She lets them see that shes watching them. She lets them see that she knows what theyre doing to her.
And many of themthe ones who still have soulslook away.
Now now for the first time in ages, shes alone.
And that cant be a good thing.
Its hard for her to think, now. She tries to free herself, but her restraints still prove themselves greater than her strength. For all her newfound mightand she can feel it coursing through her veins, singing in her earsshe doesnt have the power to shatter her chains.
But she tries. Again and again, she tries until she realizes shes no longer alone.
Ah, yes. Still you fight. The voice has a heavy Italian accent. I told them that your soft exterior concealed a tigress. Youre the first subject to survive this far, Katherine. I am proud of you.
She hisses at him.
He laughs. Is it the beast that hates me or the woman, Katherine? It doesnt matter, you know. You wont hate me for long.
Ill kill you! she threatens, moderately surprised to find that she can still speak, her voice a husky whisper.
No, I dont think you shall. You see, you belong to us, Katherine. Body and soul. And soon soon your mind will as well.
She struggles so hard that she can feel her left wrist start to bleed.... Never!
Yes, my dear. Oh yes. He steps out of the shadows, then. A handsome man one of those who had interviewed her when she had volunteered for the research project. He had movie star good looks, she had thought. You see, the others have done their work on your body. Tomorrow, I will complete the project by altering your mind when I am through, you will serve Countess Crey with all your heart.
She glares at him.
But thats for tomorrow, my Katherine. Tomorrow, you belong to Crey. Tonight tonight you belong to me.
He walks over to the table shes bound to, his hand sliding across her leg, up to her taut stomach. You are no longer human, Katherine. You were not an especially attractive woman, you know. Now now you are a fine little minx.
Her wrist the blood ! She cant break the restraint, but there are other ways to get out of a trap but if he sees what shes doing if he calls the guards .
She forces herself to look seductively at him through her lashes. Her lips curve in an invitation and she licks her lips. Amadeo, right? Your name is Amadeo.
Im pleased you remember my name, my dear. He bends down and covers her mouth with his own, kissing her passionately.
She makes herself respond, distracting him as she works her left hand free. She chokes on her own bile, but she lets the man whos more a beast than shell ever be kiss her
Until her hand is free!
And then she strikes with the claws they have given her, raking the mans handsome face once, twice three times .
He screams horribly and breaks free from her, howling in pain as he dashes through the door.
The animal part of her hisses in frustration. The human knows that she only has minutes, at most, before they come for her, so she forces herself to think once more.
With her hand freewith her claws freeit only takes a few strokes to cut through the restraints that bind her right hand and both legs. In seconds, shes on her feet.
Run, Kat! Run as fast as you can and dont look back!
She doesnt know where the thought comes from, but she knows good advice when she hears it.
But the creature that runs through the door no longer thinks of herself as Katherine Kat Stevens. No, Kat Stevens died when she was laid down on that table . Shes someone else now. Shes something else.
Shes a Mynx.
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