Lab Rats 1
Hi. My name is Corleone. By my cover, I seem like a freak to you, right? Well, it wasn't my fault I was made this way. I was made for a few reasons: to defend, protect and fight the humans. However we were made for a good reason, we were treated poorly. We were made in the GBA (The Genetic Lab of Animal Hybrids) to start off. The scientists were amused with our abilities and placed us with difficult battle partners. They always had to be 3 times bigger, stronger and healthier than us. Now, your
"Corleone Corleone! Wake up!! It's my birthday!!", cried Cat in my face. I opened my eyes and pushed her off of me, because I liked not having people on top of me while I'm sleeping. (You may disagree) She giggled. "I'm turning 16! Get dressed and help set up the party please!", she said. The kid always got excited on her birthday. I thought it was the cutest thing ever. She was wearing a pretty dress with her hair tied up as usual. One bang covered her eye. I got up, got dressed and looked at the room. Grey carpeted floor and grey walls= VERY boring to wake up to. I walked to another room where the guys slept, and sure enough, the entire room was decked with decorations all homemade. We were all wearing fancy clothes, even me. I had my hair up still, however. We put up party decorations and partied until we heard the clack clack of loafers. The shoes the monsters wear. That only meant one thing: Time for testing.
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