Predatory Instinct

[The White Wolf]

@[member="Feena"]

13 felt hurt...scared. These men in coats kept on touching him and trying to put strange wires on him. He was afraid and they were starting at the top of his body. He wondered how long until they discovered he was not fully human...until he found the two tails that were right at the bottom of his spinal bone. He had been drugged and he was unable to fight back or use his abilities. He wasn't disorientated but he felt all his power drained. There was nothing he could do to fight back anymore. He was in the jedi temple still after Cai had taken him to see the men who judged him. And now he was being studied. Like a rare specimen.

"Amazing. The boys DNA is fused with that of a extinct predator. It also looks like he is half Felacatian. This child is no normal human. This would explain the animalistic behavior shown on tattoien." A man said staring at a computer screen. 13 growled in his chest and balled his hands as one of the women tried to remove his bandages from his face. 13 bared his teeth and snapped at her fingers. "Careful nurse. He reads body language. You need to find away to appeal to his better nature." The man said eyeing the boy. 13 felt his tail lift up slightly and apparently he spotted the movement that 13 was trying to hide. The doctors eyes went wide as he stood from his seat and walked over to 13 eying his waist. "Whats this now." He said reaching for 13's shirt. He boy growled like a feral dog and backed away on the floor.

 

[Feena]

@[member="Subject 13"]

"I'll take it from here."
Feena stepped in, dressed in a long white coat, her thick raven hair pulled up in a neat braided bun at the back of her head. Her eyes swept the room, falling on each of the doctors assmebled. She had heard the way they spoke about him, never quite addressing the boy directly. As if he weren't even there.
That was the problem she had. Feena knew all about being a cold scientist. She knew all about detaching yourself for the sake of the experiment.
But she wasn't a scientist anymore. She was a politician. She was a healer. She was a mother. And this 'experiment' was a child.
Just a child.

"Leave," she ordered the staff, her tone was hard, not to be argued with. Being a member of the Jedi Council as she was, had it's perks.
Her cold silver eyes softened when they finally fell on the boy. She smiled.

 

[The White Wolf]

@[member="Feena"]

13 leaned up against something that hurt his tail and he squirmed and squeaked. Suddenly the women from the council room walked in and told all the others to leave, her soft eyes landed on him and 13 fell into submission again. He dug his claws into his cloths and took one hand and rubbed his side. He was actually rubbing the thickest part of his tail because it hurt him, he normally kept it wrapped around the bottom of his waist so people wouldn't stare at him. He looked up at the women blankly, unsure on how to show any positive emotion as he looked over at the computer screen. It looked like a recording of the Arena incident on that dust planet when Cai found him. 13 watched as he nearly leveled the arena in a matter of ten minutes. Scared of himself he looked away and stared at the floor.

 

[Feena]

@[member="Subject 13"]

The room emptied quickly, quietly. She waited until the last one left before speaking.
"So, we meet again."
She took a seat in a plastic covered white chair and motioned for him to take the one opposite her.
"Please, sit. I did not get the chance to properly introduce myself before. My name is Feena Mason. I am a Jedi Master here."
She took note of the way his eyes watched the computer screen. She got up again, walked over, and shut it off before settling in her chair again. She sat up straight and tall like a proper lady, a woman of noble birth, yet, her head tilted to one side, the smile on her lips, was almost childish, friendly.
"They call you Subject 13. Do you have another name you wish to go by?"

 

[The White Wolf]

This women was unusually nice to 13 as she walked into the room. She was actually nice enough to him that her dominate body language didn't really bother him as much as it normally did. She gestured to the seat next to her and he glanced at it. "Im not allowed on furniture..." 13 said simply, standing up and walking in front of her chair when she shut off the computer screen and sat down. The women asked if he had a name he wished to go by and he frowned under his bandages. "My creators did not give us names...they gave us numbers. Mine is 13." He replied simply, stretching out his arms and accidentally lifting his shirt. His two tails unwrapped from around his waist and sprawled out in he open and he gasped. Taking his tails and trying to shove him out of site from her, growing nervous objects in the room started to float.

@[member="Feena"]

 

[Feena]

@[member="Subject 13"]

Feena smiled and patted the chair again as if she hadn't heard his comment about not being 'allowed on furniture'. How preposterous! And of he wasn't allowed, then she would just ignore that rule. What a silly rule it was. All children were allowed on furniture.
Then she understood. Two tails unwrapped around his waist. Feena blinked, startled for a half second, but she brushed her surprise back as if it hadn't been there at all. The best way to make someone comfortable about a physical oddity was to not draw attention to it, pretend it was not even there, because, essentially, it did not matter.
"Yes, that is the name they gave you, but I asked if there was a name you wished to go by."
She patted the seat one more time.
"Oh please, do sit. Make yourself comfortable."

 

[The White Wolf]

13 blinked when the women patted the chair again after his comment about furniture. Why was she trying to get him in trouble? If his slavers heard he was doing things he wasn't supposed to they would have his tails. Literally. They already threatened to cut off one of them before. 13 noticed that she didn't seem to bothered by the fact he had two tails sprouting from his hind side. The asked his name again and he stared at her. He already told her...he didn't have a name. No one ever gave him one, he had no parents who named him. He was born and raised in a science box. "My name is 13..." He said again. Beginning to grow confused. She asked him to sit again and he shrunk a bit. "But..." He tried to protest. Tails tucked beneath her legs as he looked at the chair. Being told to sit was making him more uncomfortable than before.

@[member="Feena"]

 

[Feena]

@[member="Subject 13"]

He looked uncomfortable. Why? The chair thing? She laughed, a high, tinkling laugh, like ringing bells.
"Oh my dear, you are with us now. Here you are allowed to sit anywhere you want. You are allowed to speak up and ask questions, and you are allowed to pick a new name."
It must be so different for him. Freedom, she had heard, was not something he was used to.
"Would you like a name?" she asked again, "Or is 13 a name you want to keep?"

 

[The White Wolf]

@[member="Feena"]

The boy looked around the room as she started to laugh. Was she laughing at him? Why was she laughing at him? 13 started to sob and cry as she continued to giggle at his inability to understand these new concepts of life. He took his tails and held them to his heart as if she were laughing at them as well. He was a freak and she sounded like she was only pointing that out. He blocked out everything else she had said with the sound of his whimpering and sniffling. Tears dripped to the ground snd glass in the room simply combusted at the emotions of his embarrassment and anger. '"STOP LAUGHING AT ME!" He cried, falling to his knees and holding his hands to his ears and pressing down. Her laughes just echoed through his brain and thays all he could focus on. "Stop it!" He said again even though he had stopped a minute ago. But thats all he heard now...laughter.


Yeeeeeeah...hes kind of sensitive >_>

 

[Feena]

@[member="Subject 13"]

She had long since stopped laughing. It had been little more than a giggle, and yet, to this child, it was as if she had mocked him. She observed his tears carefully. She would have to keep it in mind.
"Little one," she answered calmly, gently, "I stopped laughing a long time ago."
She got down on her knees too, gently putting her arms around him like a loving mother.
"I apologize. I did not know. Will you forgive me?"

 

[The White Wolf]

13 was just...mad. At everyone. Primarily his creators, the ones who turned him into a emotional pathetic pup while at the same times turning him into a unstable killing machine. In the end he just felt like a piece in everyones game. A prize that both sides wanted. He had been told before that he was a prized achievement of an alchemy that could not he proven. He hated that fact. He stopped crying when he suddenly felt arms wrap around him. 13 gasped and tried to pull away. "W-what are you doing to me?" He asked afraid. Was she trying to choke him or something? No one had ever hugged him before and to someone as small and weak as him he didn't want to think of the ways she could crush him. She asked if he would forgive her and he nodded. "Yes just please dont kill me." He begged, thinking this was some kind of death hold.

@[member="Feena"]

 

[Feena]

@[member="Subject 13"]

She stopped, pulling away suddenly. She did not squeeze him hard, but hardly touched him.
"No, little one. This is called an embrace. It is a way that people comfort each other and show affection."
She shook her head with a sigh as she explained.
"I apologize again. I will not touch you without permission."

 

[The White Wolf]

(I sense she is growing irritated with him XD)

@[member="Feena"]

13 looked at Feena when she told him what she was doing. An embrace? It sounded like a strange word. And apparently it was a sign of affection. 13 had never heard of embrace...being part animal he embraced by nudging or nuzzling others. She apologized and 13 frowned. "Im sorry. My kind normally rub aginst one another to...'show affection.' " he explained. Holding his tail.

 

[Feena]

@[member="Subject 13"]

"I see."
She reached over as if to pat his little head, but thought better of it and pulled back.
"It seems you have a lot to learn about being human, little one."

 

[The White Wolf]

13 noticed her pat his head and he decided to help her out a bit. 13 was half wolf...so he had canine tendencies. He took her hand in his before she pulled it away and replied. "But im not human." He said plainly, taking her hand he guided it to the spot behind his ear and put her hand there and rubbed it slightly. Instinctively his two tails started waving in both directions gently.

 

[Feena]

@[member="Subject 13"]

A different reaction than expected. Her smile was back, sad, but hopeful.
"Oh, my little dear, you are right. You are something more unique, special."
She carefully patted his head.
"But you are still a little boy. I will never accept that you are anything else."

 

[The White Wolf]

13 looked up at her. "You think im special?" He asked kind of sadly. His creators called him that. They also called him a weapon, a monster, and many other names he did not understand. She then stated that he was a little boy and that she would never see him as anything else. 13 lowered his head and looked at his tails. "Do little boys turn into animals?" He asked. It was a literal question. When he said animal he meant actually shifting into one. He pointed to his fur and blinked. "I can turn into a animal...does that make me special? Even though i dont know what kind. It has fur and a long face and sharp teeth." He tried to explain.

@[member="Feena"]

 

[Feena]

@[member="Subject 13"]

She was about to laugh again, but held herself back. She was always laughing. it would be hard to keep that in check.
"No, most little boys do not change, but that is what makes you special. you are unique, one of a kind. Nobody can ever replace you."
She pulled her hand away and pulled something out of her pocket. It was a small stuffed toy in the shape of a fuzzy brown bantha. She made it herself, just after she met him in the council room. She made toys for all her children
"For you," she said, holding it out to him, "All little boys should have toys to play with, I think. A little companion to keep you company when ever you're afraid or lonely."

 

[The White Wolf]

13 tilted his head when she mentioned how little boys were. And how he was one of a kind. Well thats why he was created...but he assumed she did not mean it like that so he ignored the thought. She then pulled out a small animal he recognized before. She handed him a stuffed toy and 13 reached for it. "My creators made me hunt one of these before." He said taking the toy and smelled it. Thinking it was real. He real thing. "They said hunting was something i needed to learn." He exsplained.

@[member="Feena"]

 

[Feena]

@[member="Subject 13"]

She was somewhat taken aback by his response to the toy, but had the grace not to show it on her face.
"Well, sunshine, you don't need to hunt anymore if you don't wish to."

Sunshine... She looked at his face, hair, pale, bright.
"Sunshine, sun, sunny... That's a good name. I think I will call you Sunny, do you mind?"