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Post by ARTISAN KIM on Jul 25, 2013 20:56:44 GMT -5
The parakeet fluttered in its cage, trying to escape the clawed hand pawing around its home. It squawked one, final time as Artie's hands clenched around its body and pulled the creature from its cage. Artie devoured the bird in a few bites, not even bothering to pick out the bones or skin the creature. He cracked the bones with his teeth and spat out the fluffy, yellow feathers. This little morsel would make a terrific appetizer.
The chimera licked his lips and looked up, sniffing in the direction of more food. A barrel of...salted meat?! What a dream come true! The chimera's tail, a reddish-brown like his hair, swished happily behind him as he scarfed down the contents of the barrel. His hands gripped the sides of the barrel as he dipped his face into the pile of meat. Artie growled in contentment, lifted his head from the barrel to get a breath of fresh air, nuzzled his teddy-bear, and then went back to eating.
Suddenly, his breathing stopped. He picked up his head and looked down, where something was pecking at his legs. Or rather, a goose.
“Dessert!”
Artie lunged for the goose, but it ran out of his grasp. A mouth of dirt didn't stop Artie and soon, he was chasing the poor creature. Sometimes on two legs, sometimes on four, but always making a mess. A barrel of bird feed was knocked over and a few cages for rodents were upturned as Artie chased after the goose, laughing and enjoying the adrenaline rush.
He held down the bird's head with one hand – as the other had to hold his teddy-bear, of course. The chimera used his body to hold down the goose as he opened his mouth wide, exposing rows of sharp canine teeth.
Footsteps. He heard footsteps. Artie looked up, meeting the gaze of a newcomer.
Who cared? Geese were delicious and therefore, deserved more of his attention! The chimera opened his jaws again, searching for the best spot on the neck for him to drive his teeth into.
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Post by CARTER WALKER on Jul 25, 2013 22:19:52 GMT -5
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Carter Walker finished throwing some meat at the tiger's pens. The tigers snapped it up happily and trotted over to him, where he proceeded to scratch their ears, he was filled with content. He always was around the beasts, training them for shows, or just being himself. They were part of him, they were his puppet and he was their strings.
Carter was their king, he was cat-boy. Carter had been genetically tested on in high-tech labs, run by the government since a very young age. It wasn't until recently was he rescued, and continuing to try to cope with new life. He had orange fur growing up the sides of his arms, two cat ears instead of human ears, short whiskers, claws instead of finger nails, a stout tail, and fur growing up to his knees. This didn't even touch on all of Carter. He had enhanced senses and strengths, and when he wanted to, he could let loose two fangs that dropped from his skull. They were huge saber-tooth fangs, as he was mixed with the instinct saber-tooth tiger. He had paid his sanity for becoming the way he was. Often, the scientists refused to sedate Carter during experiments and it made him to mad from the pain. He went mad from the blazing, artificial lights. He went mad from the scientists who would tear away at his body, not even seeing him as a human anymore. While he was recovering, his personas had been split, and he still suffered PTSD, with terrible flash-blacks.
Carter's ears perked up. He closed the gate to the enclosure and made his way up towards the barns. Coming from one, the bird cages, was a terrible screeching noise. Carter blinked and tired to make sense of the situation. Defiantly squawking. He made his way up the grassy, green hill and pulled open the door. There on the floor, in a mess of feathers and bones was a human? No, that couldn't be right. No human in their right mind would shred a bird and eat it whole. A warning growl rumbled in Carter's throat. The thing, had a tail. Was it a hybrid like him? A leap of excitement fluttered through Carter, though something more like, "What the hell is going on?"
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Post by ARTISAN KIM on Jul 25, 2013 22:49:12 GMT -5
“Want some?” asked Artie, “I haven't eaten the liver yet.” The chimera used the sleeve of his suit, now tattered and grungy, to clean his mouth. He nudged the animal forward so Carter would see where the goose had been torn open – and that Artie was a man of his word, for the liver had yet to be touched. “Eat,” he ordered, “My treat.”
If Carter didn't eat, well, Artie would be offended.
Artie sniffed curiously in Carter's direction, his brow wrinkling in confusion. The cat-boy didn't smell like the other chimera – no, there was still a decent chunk of human to his scent. The only difference between a hybrid and a chimera was the fact that unlike Carter, Artie had never known a purely human life; he'd been synthesized in a petri dish by scientists. Artie been raised in a facility that would foster a beast living in the body of a man. Expectations hadn't been very high for him, as he'd been a simple experiment in aesthetics, but his intelligence easily surpassed what the scientists' had in store for him.
“Did you runaway too?” he asked curiously, “You're not a chimera, but you're part cat. What are you?” Artie yawned and stretched out his back, as though he prepared to take a nap right beside his kill. Ready-to-eat-breakfast, perhaps?
He rolled onto his stomach, placed his teddy-bear between his hands, and started chewing on the ear contently. The stitches were beginning to loosen, but Artie kept on shaking the poor doll anyway.
“If you want more, I can kill another one,” he offered, his teeth still clenched on the teddy, “Somebody left all this food laying around. Stupid, huh?”
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Post by CARTER WALKER on Jul 26, 2013 22:45:39 GMT -5
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Carter stalked over snatching up the raw, destroyed bird remains. Blood oozed through his fingers as he grasped ruined feathers and bone. The smell was wonderful, and he wanted nothing more than to snatch up the meat in his jaws and call it day, but instead: ”You can’t eat the birds here at Circo Phantasia, those are show birds stupid! That’s why they are in cages. We use them for the performances, special effects and stuff. You just can’t go killing them off.”
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Post by ARTISAN KIM on Jul 27, 2013 5:47:29 GMT -5
The chimera watched dumbfounded, his eyes wide and his mouth hanging open, as the cat-boy had the guts to take the kill away. Artie wasn't used to having someone else dominate him unless they were in a lab coat and a held a bottle of pills.
"This isn’t food; if you need to hunt you can get permission from the Ringmaster.”
"Then get better security," snorted Artie.
Bored of the conversation, Artie occupied himself by having a tussle with his teddy. As if Carter wasn't even there, he chewed and pounced on the poor toy. Occasionally, a canine sounding growl or yip fled from his throat, a sign that he was pleased. But then...
"Ringmaster?" he asked suddenly, stopping his game, "But...b-but I don't want a new master. I already ran away from my old ones." Sadness dripped from his voice, staining the tone of his words. Had he really run all this way to become someone else's plaything? Artie was tired of dancing for a master, being thrown around a doll house of freaks like an object. A distinctly canine whimper bubbled in his throat, but it was cut off at Carter's sudden burst of anger.
As Carter approached more gently the second time, Artie turned his back so that the cat would get a face full of tail. While the chimera wasn't sure if he wanted to compete for dominance with an unknown creature, his instincts weren't going to force him to play nice.
"So...you're a chimera? Why ya acting so ashamed? You say it like it's a bad thing," huffed Artie, "No need to get your panties in a bunch, stupid . There are plenty of chimera that weren't born right or came out wrong, just like you."
Artie didn't intend to sound mean, but he was incredibly blunt on the whole matter of mutations. In fact, he had a very stating-the-facts tone while talking about the subject. What was with chimeras who bemoaned their "lost" humanity? Artie learned he was happier accepting his beastly nature rather than fighting it, or pretending to be someone he wasn't. If that meant rolling around the dirt with a chew toy, so be it! Perhaps it was because of the life he lead, where he'd never known any other way of living. "Look on the bright side: at least you didn't get put down," he said, "If it makes you feel better, I'm only pretty on the outside. My organs look like scrambled eggs."
Then, he spun around. Without asking for permission, he reached out and gave Carter's ears a scratch...almost like a friend would give someone a pat on the back. "There, there," he cooed, "I'm sure that you'll still find a mate - even in that mutated form! That's what this is really about, isn't it? Ah, no wonder you're so angry! Don't worry, I've seen this problem plenty of times before!"
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Post by CARTER WALKER on Jul 27, 2013 23:20:29 GMT -5
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Carter watched as he went from talking to gnawing on his teddie bear, and how old was this guy? Something was seriously unscrewed in his head, and that was saying a lot thinking from Carter. Carter wiped a hand back over his hair, the orange strands flying in all directions. The more he studied the poor thing, the more that flipped through Carter's mind as he tried to make sense of the situation. He must be a registered Circo Member, yet he seemed to know nothing about this world. No one must have introduced him, and no wonder. Carter took a deep sigh, and almost sent his fangs spiraling down in the process. "No the Ringmsater isn't a master- did you ever go to a circus?"
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[/color]. Well that was dumb, of coarse not, by the looks of him he hadn't been anywhere in his life. "No, the Ringmaster, or Ringleader is just..he take cares of us, allows us safety."[/color] He felt uncomfortable with his description, he didn't know how else to put it, and would much rather be leaving right now. he didn't do people so well. When Artie turned hos back on him, Carter could see a good look at his tail, even if the gesture was rude. Carter had to dearly hold himself back from ripping it apart with his claws, but he managed to refrain himself. "No I am not a chimera."[/color] He scowled, whatever that word meant. He really felt like gouging out his eyes right now. He had his eyes gouged out, mine as well have someone else know the feeling. His claws slipped out, and clicked upon the concrete floor. Carter searched the boy's face, his eyes scanning with confusion. "What do you mean...came out wrong? I am not whatever that is, I am just..." His words trailed off sadly. he didn't like looking in the past, he looked forward. He blinked, could this boy be a link to the place he was from? Did he contain any information? "Look on the bright side: at least you didn't get put down," he said, "If it makes you feel better, I'm only pretty on the outside. My organs look like scrambled eggs." Carter nodded to the rest of the words, whatever. Though it made his think, gee what else in him was screwed up, what other manifestation did he hold? Though at the next start of words, his jaw dropped, showing a sharp set of teeth. " A mate?'[/color] Carter sputtered and batted the boy's hands away, though not mealy, more like a cat would bat at a butterfly maybe. Carter slid to the floor, and put a hand over his face, leaning over, he was hiding the fact he was laughing. He hadn't laughed in ages, it felt good. He just couldn't believe the absurdity of the situation. [/div] or foam at the lips ►As much as it's upsetting [/td][td][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, width:450px; height:500px; background-color:#f1f1f1; border: 4px solid #2f2f2f, bTable] ►TAGS Kiddi ►NOTES Yeah Artie will turn out to be Carter's kid pet. What do you think? I could see Carter teaching Artie a lot. ►WORDS 474 template by AERON of BTN! [/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by ARTISAN KIM on Jul 28, 2013 15:05:24 GMT -5
“He's gone nuts!” yelped Artie.
Mistaking Carter's shaking as a sign of attack, Artie made a beeline for the bags of birdseed lined against the wall. They were heaped on top of each other, creating a small mountain. Artie's teeth shifted into jagged points, much like a shark. Meanwhile, his fingers and toes extended into claws as he scampered up the pile. Without meaning to, he ended up poking about a dozen holes in each bag of bird feed. Artie pressed himself against the bags, his tail swishing nervously behind him. That's when he noticed that he was sinking.
WOOOOOSH.
As the seeds rushed out of the tears in the bag, the mountain sunk to the ground until it was nothing more than a pile of rags...with Artie gripping the sides like his life depended on it. Wide-eyed because he knew that he'd done something bad, Artie looked from Carter to the door.
Yes! He could flee before the mad-cat chased him down! Artie bolted for the door looking like a cross between a wolf and Tarzan, his four-legged scamper looking oddly natural on him. He would've made it too, if he hadn't gotten greedy. As he sped by Carter, Artie tried to drag the goose remains with him. The extra weight slowed him down, but Artie didn't want to give up his hard earned lunch.
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Post by CARTER WALKER on Jul 31, 2013 14:55:04 GMT -5
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Carter looked up still laughing at Artie, the feeling wonderful to him-when he heard Artie call his name. "Im not-" Carter attempted to finish the sentence but couldn't because the little rascal had already spun away. Carter narrowed his eyes into slants, like a snake, looking at Artie. The slanting eyes allowed Carter to zoom up on Artie, and take in the small details. He was positive he saw claws and teeth form, and it was confirmed moments later.
A little ways off from the bird cages were stacks and stacks of bird seed. The kid scampered up the pile, his claws snagging holes in the packages. He stood up quickly, and ran over to the pile, the seeds started to leak all over the floor. Little brown, black, and white seeds slowly formed in small piles on the barn's floor. Carter groaned inwardly, and looked at the ceiling. "You are a walking mess." Carter muttered, as he tried to keep his cool. "Are you even registered here?" Carter breathed, waving his hand in front of the frozen Artie.
Suddenly, Artie bolted towards the door. Carter's reaction time was a split second off as he saw what was happening. "Oh no you don't!" Carter yelled as Artie bolted towards the exit. There were many reasons Carter needed to catch this childish boy. One, he couldn't let this thing run loose around the camp, and two he wasn't through with him yet. Carter clashed his teeth together and suddenly two fangs dropped down. They were magnificent, and hung past his chin with a yellow tint to the surface. They were more bone than tooth. He was part saber-tooth tiger after all, and this surly proved it. Carter dropped onto all fours, his own claws unsheathing. Carter grinned, the thrill of the chase starting to rise up in his chest. He raced after Artie, his feet thudding in a repeating pattern. With the goose in Artie's jaws he was slowing him down and making him move rather clumsily. Carter kicked off with his back feet and with outstretched paws he went to barrel into Artie's side.
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Post by ARTISAN KIM on Jul 31, 2013 15:54:41 GMT -5
“MY GOOSE!”
The bird remains flew out of Artie's jaws as Carter collided into him, sending the both rolling into the piles of loose bird seed. Artie wrestled with the hybrid to the best of his ability, sending them both rolling across the room as they struggled to pin the other one down. Unfortunately for the chimera, Carter simply had more experience and was able to pin the dog-boy down. “You have a slight overbite,” noted Artie, wrinkling his nose, “Have you considered braces? Or mints?”
The boy's body tried several different options, ranging from snake tongues to bird beaks, but didn't have the expansive knowledge of animals to create necessary to create a worthy opponent for Carter. Not knowing what to do, Artie decided to replicate Carter's mutations exactly. At least then, they'd have similar strength! The shifting began at his feet; where he'd originally shifted his feet into the paws of a wolf to help him run on all fours, they soon mimicked the paws where Carter's feet should've been. His changes skipped the tail, leaving it the same wolfish one Artie couldn't change, and moved on to fluffing out the boy's arms and legs with orange fur. The formation of whiskers on his face tickled, but Artie tried (and failed) to keep a straight face as they wiggled with his facial movements. Not even his hair was saved, instantly tinting into the same orange his arms and legs were covered in. Lastly, the fangs forced their ways out of Artie's jaws and curled below his chin. Within the span of a few seconds, a smaller, more annoying replica of Carter had been born.
Artie tested out his new teeth by gnashing his jaws together, opening and closing his mouth, and poking the fangs with his tongue. How could Carter stand having these things? They made his head feel like it weighed an extra fifty pounds! Artie tried to lift his head, but the tiger fangs ended tilting his head to the right. The chimera struggled, but his head was too heavy for him to move properly; he wasn't used to the fangs like Carter was.
“I feel like a walrus.”
The fangs retracted and morphed into rows of shark teeth, something that Artie was more comfortable with. That's what chimera were – a mess of multiple creatures, usually hand-picked by humans. Unlike typical chimeras, Artie had been born “pretty” and blessed with the ability to pick and choose aspects of animals as he pleased. There were a few in facilities, or perhaps even other escapees, who were like Artie either out of luck or a well-funded research program. But, even a creature that had cost his company several million dollars worth of research couldn't fight against a hybrid like Carter without being taught how. So, Artie fought the way he knew how.
Artie managed to wriggle his hands free and pulled on Carter's cheeks, tugging them outwards. He tried kicking up his feet, now paws like Carter's, to see if he could push against the hybrid's chest and free himself. Rather, he accidentally scratched Carter's ears. As he struggled, the yipping sound of a puppy tussling with another bubbled from his throat.
Ugh, this was getting nowhere! Frustrated, Artie used his last, most lethal resource: “SMELLY CAT, SMELLY CAT, THE SMELLY CAT WILL GROW UP FAT! FAT LIKE AN OVERFED RAT. AND...AND UGLY LIKE AN OLD HAT! NYAH! NYAH!” Yep. Shouting and making faces at the saber tooth tiger is likely to free you.
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Post by CARTER WALKER on Aug 3, 2013 0:02:46 GMT -5
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Carter’s muscles rippled as his shoulder’s gripped onto Artie. Annoyance started to build up in Carter, and through the annoyance was anger. He was careful not to shed blood, just bake bruises. He would prefer to stay out of the Ringmaster’s office. Carter finally had him trapped in the bird seed. His lip was curled in defense, his fangs close to Artie’s throat. His eyes were narrowed and blazing with fire. Carter however pulled back a bit when he started to shift. How was he doing that? Carter growled so loudly, it turned into a full blown roar. He was so confused, how could he change is appearance, a quick pang of jealously filled Carter. His creators didn’t figure how to do that to him. They just decided to rip him apart and see how long he could scream. His grip on Artie’s shoulders strengthened, and Carter’s forte was his strength. ”How the hell are you doing that?”
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Post by ARTISAN KIM on Aug 3, 2013 21:30:37 GMT -5
“Why are you me? Stop. Now.” Nothing like playing a game of copycat to have an angry hybrid warm up to one, right? Artie copied everything Carter did, from the lip curl (which Artie purposefully exaggerated to make it more ridiculous) to the very crouch that the cat-boy was in. Nothing was spared from his mimicry, not even the flick of a tail. “There is something seriously wrong with you,” singsonged Artie.
Like a child, Artie tugged on his eyes and lips to make an assortment of silly faces at Carter. That immature, rude face would be his parting expression! Artie spun around to make a beeline for the door when a scuttling in the bird seed caught his attention. He pulled a newly clawed hand to his chest, cracking the knuckles to relieve some of the stiffness and pain that came with shifting, and stared at the tiny creature: a rat. “I have the sudden urge to...chase small rodents,” noted Artie, “Not even geese. Just small...rodents. I've never wanted to eat a rat before.” He shuddered. “You cats sure are weird.”
Artie licked his lips and pawed in the direction of the rat, not sure if he wanted to eat it or simply chase it. Oh, right. Carter. What was he going to do about that kid again? Artie kept sneaking glances at the rat; the small creature attracted the chimera's attention, thus dissolving whatever plans of running away Artie may have had. He shook himself a few times, trying to snap out of his trance with the rat. “This fur is itchy too,” he whined, “Why can't you just get a good razor? And a nail clipper for your claws? Why'd they gotta be so long?”
“I don't think I want to be you much longer,” he said with a pout, “I'm sure you get covered in fleas! I don't like fleas!” Still pouting, Artie scratched his ears with his feet like he'd been doing it his whole life. Needless to say, he fell over after a minute or so. What had he been trying to do earlier? Rats? No, not rats...The door! Artie glanced at the exit, convinced himself that trying to escape wasn't worth the effort, and army-crawled over to Carter. He gave him a mean glare and analyzed Carter, taking in every detail of the other boy's form. “Your head looks like a pumpkin.”
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Post by CARTER WALKER on Aug 8, 2013 22:34:11 GMT -5
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Carter wanted to shred and burn the building and watch Artie die slowly in the flames. This was the last thing Carter could handle. It was official; he hated the flea-bitten mutant with every blood cell and bone in his body. Not only was it pure annoyance and mockery, it was insulting. It was pure insulting to what Carter had become. Sure, Artie may love being the freak he was, Carter did not. He would never understand Carter’s life, and it made the rage boil over. Carter felt his hackles rising, his claws clacking on the floor. He was going to hunt the termite and hang his head on a stake for all of Circo to see. ”Why does this seem funny to you?!”
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Post by ARTISAN KIM on Aug 9, 2013 7:34:24 GMT -5
The chimera's face crinkled like a crushed aluminum can as he forced tears back and held in his sobs, his body shaking in the effort not to cry. He wouldn't cry because of the pain or the threat of death, but because he wanted something. “I w-w-want my bear.” He strained his arms and fingers, stretching them as far as they'd go, in an attempt to reclaim his bear. That ragged toy, with its tears and stains, was the only valuable possession to his name; it was the only thing he'd ever truly owned. There was comfort for Artie in knowing that he had ownership of something after so long of living like a “toy” himself. He was expensive enough to be given a nice shelf – a comfy room, plenty of food, and the best health care. But, toys were meant to be played with and Artie felt dehumanized into an object of the scientists' games. If he'd lasted much longer, Artie was certain that like the bear, his own stuffing would've started to bleed out.
As the pressure around his neck increased and Artie struggled to free himself with only one hand, – the other had to grab Teddy before it was too late, of course – he couldn't hold back the tears any more. For a moment, he returned Carter's gaze of hatred with one of pure fright as he shifted back into his “human” form. Then, he couldn't hold it in: he gasped and blubbered like a child, alternating between scrubbing his eyes and reaching for his bear. “I sh-shouldn't have t-t-tried to share my goose,” he sobbed, “Let me go! It hurts! I want my bear! I want my bear!”
It was getting harder to breathe, but Artie managed to hold back Carter's wrist enough so that he could wheeze out a few words in between choked sobs and gasps for air. “I'm sorry I ate your goose,” he said, “B-b-but I was hungry! And I'm s-sorry I called you a pumpkin. A-a-and waaaaaaah! Teddy! My bear! I want my bear!”
Up close, it was easier to see how it looked like Artie spent his time sleeping on the sides of the highway: there was an unruly combination of twigs, leaves, and dirt in his hair, streaks of dirt caked his face and clothes, and dark rings from too many nightmare-ridden nights haunted the space under his eyes.
"I'm n-n-not a freak! I w-was just made by people, that's all. I-in a lab. Lots of people are born like th-that!" Artie tried to kick Carter, but at this point, his windpipe was getting crushed. Finally, Artie was silent except for the occasionally gurgle as he was strangled to death. Even so, Artie wouldn't stop reaching for the bear. Carter was killing a child.
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CARTER WALKER
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Sometimes you have to let it in
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Post by CARTER WALKER on Aug 9, 2013 13:58:12 GMT -5
►You have to let it in
You don't bite your tongue off
This is what Carter had been raised to do. He was trained to use primal power. He was trained to not keep the anger in, but to use it. It was all part of his mutation. Hours and days went by where Carter was forced into rooms where he was forced to fight to the death against other animals and mutations. Being killed was not an option to Carter, so you killed instead. This was different, this prey was weak. None of the prey he had to fight would cry like this child did. None had shown regret not even when they took their dying breath!
Then it hit Carter as he sucked the breath from the brat. It was his fault this was happening. He was the cause of this kid's pain, and he wouldn't understand. His amber eyes widened, and he let go, letting Artie fall. He sheathed his claws, not sure what to do now. He had screwed up big time. This kid had been through probably much worse. Carter sheathed his claws breathing heavily. No amount of sorry would fix it. He had stopped his crying at least. True it was because he was being crushed by the weight of Carter. The kid really didn't have the mental strength to realize, he just thought it was normal. Oh boy, he could see his future now. Carter sunk to the ground, where he sat silent, his head hanging in shame. He didn't know what to do, he had almost killed. Again.
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Post by ARTISAN KIM on Aug 9, 2013 16:56:37 GMT -5
Filling his lungs wasn't refreshing enough; every intake of air burned his chest and spread a sting down his throat. It wasn't particularly painful, but it was uncomfortable to the point where Artie mad a silent vow to never call Carter a pumpkin again. The throbbing in his neck from Carter's vice-grip wasn't the most pleasant and the world either. He rubbed the spots that pained him as he crawled over to the bear, scooping it into his arms for a big hug.
Now that he had his death-wish, Artie tensed up and shut his eyes in preparation for Carter to go for the kill. But...after a few minutes of waiting, it didn't come. Artie risked opening an eye to see where Carter was at. To his confusion, the hybrid's energy and rage had been switched off like a light. Hesitantly, Artie sat down and scooted over in Carter's direction.
Carter should've been rejoicing over the fact that he'd have carnage to play with or at the very least, that he was more skilled than Artie. Nobody liked to be lunch meat, but Carter had won their fight and deserved his position. Prey and predator, the hunter and the hunted...Artie could understand that. But why in the world was Carter so sad? Curiously, Artie moved closer to Carter and tried to figure out what had gotten the hybrid so upset.
Artie looked down to the bear being cradled in his arms, pursed his lips in concentration, and plopped the toy in Carter's lap. “You can hug him if you want,” he said, “You look like you really need to.”
He left the toy in front of Carter, scooted a good meter away from the hybrid, and hugged his knees instead. “I know he's just a toy, but he's always right where ya left him when you're feeling lonely. And you get to hug him all the time and he won't complain. And he smells familiar. And...and lots of things. Do you have a bear?”
Artie hugged his knees a little tighter, closed his eyes, and ceased his rambling. Was it worth explaining these things? Everything he did was making this hybrid kid furious. The way Artie saw the chain of events: He offered food and Carter got mad. He tried to initiate conversation and Carter got mad. He tried to leave and Carter attacks him. He tries to defend himself and Carter sizes him up for lunch.
Artie took a deep breath and made his decision to try again with Carter. After all, the hybrid had been the first creature Artie had seen similar to himself after running away from the facility. Ever so gently, Artie moved close enough to Carter to give him a teeny-tiny-itsy-bitsy pat on the shoulder. “I know that older people don't usually have toys, but I can't just throw him away. We've been through so much together and...and he's always by my side,” he said, “It sounds silly. I know it does. But it's better than not having anything to hug, right? You can borrow him sometimes, if you don't have a bear yourself.”
Would Carter liked getting his ears petted? Artie's hands hovered above the hybrid's head for a moment before deciding to just go with it. “I didn't mean to make you mad until the very end of our fight – I meant it then you know, because you were being a buttface,” he added, “Now, I'm real sorry about it though.”
Well...at least he was honest.
“Dunno why you were calling me a freak though, since we're kinda the same thing. I think we should stick together! I mean, you know what a chimera is, don'tcha? That's what you are. It's like when you take a couple of animals and mix them together in tubes and petri dishes, have someone birth them, and see whatcha get. Most of us don't come out too pretty. Or smart I guess. You could get an octopus head on a man's body or a girl with alligator skin and chicken feet – stuff like that. You know that, don'tcha? And when they come out nice, at least on the outside, they love to store you somewhere nice until it's time to show off to other white coats. If you can shift they make you do that. Sometimes they'll have you sit on command or something like that too, just to show if you're a good listener or not.” He smiled. “I'm a real good listener when I want to be. I guess they weren't too mean there – or at least to me. But it's really lonely. You're by yourself a lot. Except when they want you...I mean, that's why you ran away too, right?”
Artie had never heard about the concept of a hybrid before: of taking a human being and tearing them apart, injecting them with chemicals, reworking their DNA, and finally stitching together a whole new species. As far as Artie knew, Carter was just another mutant from the cells that had a lucky break and managed to get to freedom.
“Anyway, since we're kinda the same thing...that makes us like family!” he said, “So let's not kill each other! Okay, buttface?” Artie licked Carter's cheek, as if it'd seal the deal.
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