WARNING

CONTANTS BLOOD, GORE AND SWEARING

Rough hands and figures appeared out of the bushes and shadows on either side and grabbed me. They pushed me against the rocky ground forcefully. If I was human, I would have been able to at least throw several of them off of me, but I wasn't human, I was a cat. Pushing that thought aside, I gathered my legs under me as best I could and pushed forcefully. They obviously weren't expecting that, as some of them fell back, but it wasn't enough to get rid of them all.

"Tie it's legs!" I was strong, there was no doubt about that, but in this form I wasn't strong enough to throw off four fully grown men as they applied their weight to me, forcing me even further into the hard rocky ground. Pulling my legs out from under me, they tied them tightly. So tight I was surprised my hands and feet didn't fall off. The bushes on the side of the road hid us from view, so there was no point in hoping someone would save me. Being that my legs were tied, I decided I'd bite whatever came within biting range. Someone went to put their hand over my mouth in an attempt to close my mouth, but he didn't have reflexes like me, as I snapped my jaws shut on the fleshy part between the thumb and first finger before you could say Bob's your uncle. If Bob is your uncle... I feel sorry for you.

The man cursed and tried removing his hand from my mouth, but I only bit down harder, my new canine's cutting into his warm flesh easily. The warm metallic, coppery taste of blood filled my mouth and ran down my chin with every pulse of the man's racing heart. I could feel his pulse against my course tongue. At first I wanted to gag when the blood gushed into my mouth, but the longer I held on and the more blood that trickled into my mouth, the more I liked it. Punches started landing on my exposed face, body and head, but I held onto the flesh between my jaws, relentless to release.

"Get this blasted thing off me!" A new set of hands grabbed my jaws and retched my mouth open painfully, causing one of my ears to pop. The sensation was horrid, I shock my head and worked my jaw in an attempt to ease the pain. The guy clutched his hand to his chest, hatred pouring out of his eyes like water from a broken dame. He looked about 30, average build, fairly tall, messy black hair, leather brown eyes set evenly within a sharp face, high cheek bones and a receding tan. His tan existed on his face and hands, but didn't go any further up his exposed arms or down his neck then a couple of inches. He was probably a construction worker or someone who spent most of their time out doors wearing long clothing. Gunmetal grey RYU Warrior Training Hoodie, US Army print cargo pants and what appears to be black steel cap boots, to me, make him the leader of this little renegade of wannabe be tough guys.

"You little bastard." The man growled, holding his hand out to a teen, possibly his son as the boy shared the same facial features, who started to clean and bandage the wound. "Muzzle it."

A guy on my right nodded and approached me, muzzle in hand. I stopped struggling and locked eyes with the man as he got down and reached forward to place the muzzle on me. I swatted at the muzzle with tied arms and snapped my jaws at the man, snarling viciously, ears laid back, teeth bared. Startled, the man jumped back, dropping the muzzle. A loud rolling growl vibrated through my chest. No one is putting a muzzle on me. No fucking way in china are they putting that thing on me.

"Doug, maybe we should leave this one... It doesn't even look like a breed of cat or dog..." The man who had the muzzled exclaimed, cowering under my gaze. I snapped my jaws at him and he flinched, inching even further away from me.

"No." Doug smirked, holding his hand to his chest, the bandage already soaked with his blood. "I'm not letting anyone leave until we have that thing in a cage and on it's way to Toby."

Growling, I glared Doug right in the eyes, baring my teeth to let him know I mean business. Stooping low, Doug held his hand out to me, like he was about to pet me. Growling, I snapped at Doug's good hand, which was lucky just out of reach. He didn't even flinch. I didn't like Doug. Just wait Doug, just wait until I'm back in my real body, I'll really hurt your hand than.

"We have 10 minutes before they start." The teen who patched up Doug exclaimed, glancing at a very expensive looking watch. Doug didn't move, he just stared at me. What was this guys problem?

"You'll fit right in." Finally Doug moved, nursing his injured hand, he stood at his full height, never breaking eye contact. "Don't bother with the muzzle. Just get it in the cage."

"How, sir?" A man on my left asked. Doug glared at the man in disgust.

"I don't care how you do it. Just do it!" Doug snarled, breaking eye contact with me to death glare everyone else. I feel so special. Not.

Orders were barked at every man, as they went about trying to figure out how to get me into the dog cage, not the cat cage because I was too big. I'm not fat, just too muscular. I made it as hard and difficult for them as I could, I wasn't going to come quietly. However, they were still able to get me in the cage.

"Get it in the van now!" I heard Doug call from the front of the vehicle, but I couldn't see past the barrel of a man that stood, stuffing his face with hot greasy food. My stomach threatened to present the food, bring digested in my gut, onto the bottom of the cage I currently lay in. I did my best to hold it in. No one needs to see that.

They weren't gentle when they throw my cage in the back of the van. My cage was flung in, bumping the various other items on the back and sliding across the worn metal floor. Not bothering to tie my cage, they closed and locked the doors, leaving me in total darkness. The engine started and the driver floored the excelerator, causing my cage to slam into the back doors painfully. I would have kept track of where we were going by the sliding motion of the cage, but I mainly focused on biting the restraints bidding my limbs.

Finally, no thanks to the sliding, bumping, awkward motion of the speeding van, I managed to bite throw the ropes and allow blood back into my numb paws. Surprisingly, at the same time I got free, the vehicle skipped to a stop, causing me to hit my head on the side of the cage. Rubbing my forehead, I waited for the men who grabbed me to open the doors of the van and pull my out of here already.

I could hear talking off to the right side of the van. To be honest, it sounded like the voices were haggling. Possibly the price of capturing me. Angry words started to reach my ears, as the own walked closer to the doors.

"I'm tellin' ya! It's not a breed of cat or dog that I've ever seen before." The doors were finally opened to reveal Doug and a man in a business suit. A very expensive suit.

"Hmm... I can see what you mean. But I still don't believe it is worth the price you ask for." Suit-man exclaimed very proper and poker faced. Doug was having no such luck with the poker face department.

"Sir, please. My wife is getting worse everyday and the medication, bills and food are leaving us with very little. I don't want to go home and tell my little 4 year old mummy wouldn't make it through. She'd be heart broken. I don't want any of my 6 kids to have to go through losing their mother." Doug pleaded sincerely. Serious tone and the slightly teary eyes and the fact that I now know why he was doing this, it made me feel awful for having bit him.

"Fine. But I'm knocking off a thousand or you can take your kids and sick wife to someone else who will pay for your white arse." Suits sighed, pulling a pen and check book for his right back pocket and filling out the check. Good, other wise I would have clawed Suit's eyes out.

"Thank you. I'll get the boys to bring it in for ya." Doug remarked, back to his normal persona. Did I make a mistake for feeling sorry for him?

"If your in luck, you wouldn't have missed the champ vesting one of the female cats you brought in last week. The next fight shouldn't be too far away." Suits exclaimed before walking away. Nice fella ain't he. True to his word, Doug got some of his men to come pick my cage up and carry me. We traversed through a nice outdoor stone court house, through a flush green field and gardens to a little garden shed set off to one side, hidden from view by serval trees that encase it from all sides. Opening the door, Doug disappeared before coming back out and beaconing to his men to follow.

The shed looked normal on the inside, aside from the hidden trap door which now stood open in the middle of the shed. Stone steps lead down into darkness. Spider webs clung desperately trying to hold onto the wall and trap door. Many of their webby friends danced broken is the gentle breeze that blow up from in the ground and swept across the field by whence we came. Being that we were traveling down a long set of stairs, I kept quiet and helped as best I could with the whole carting me around in a cage thing. I didn't fancy falling down stairs.

The further down we went, the more I could hear the shouts of men and the undeniable stench of sweat, alcohol, blood, smoke and men. I could also detected the faint underlying smell of urine and rubbish. For once my new feline reflexes came in handy when one of the younger boys dropped his corner. Letting out as close to a yelp as feline possible, I braced myself for impact as the cage tilted forward. The cage slammed into the cement stairs, scrapping and tumbling down 6 steps. I was flung around like a rag doll, although the cage was small, there was still enough room for me to be doing somersaults inside. Having reached the bottom, I held me head in my paws, clamping my eyes shut from the headache that started to form in the back of my head.

"You morons! If you drop 'im again, I'll cut your nuts off!" Doug snarled from above me. Opening one of my eyes, I glanced out of the cage to see Doug looking at me. "You okay there mate?"

Wait... What? Why was he asking if I was alright? I was just dropped and left to tumble down a flight of stairs! Of course I'm not okay! I've got a headache and my body feels more bruised than it has ever been in my life. And he asks if I'm alright. What does he expect me to do? Answer him? I will answer him. Locking eyes with the brute in front of me, I shock my head, placing a paw of my head as a way to indicate my head hurt. Surprisingly, Doug seemed to understand my gesture and looked to be unfazed that I was trying to communicate to him.

"Okay, this time you block heads better be more careful. The boss won't be happy if we give him a damaged cat like the last time." Doug growled at the men who had let me fall down the stairs. Everyone shuddered at the mention of their boss and rubbed the their left pectoralis major , that the left breast muscle for all of you who don't know your muscle names, almost as a reflex. Like they had had something done to them. Branding maybe? Or their boss could permanently scared them in some way shape or form.

Doug signaled for the men to pick up my cage and we were off again, Doug leading the way this time. The further we traveled, the more I could hear men shouting, bottles breaking and the undeniable sound of animals fighting. My stomach threatened to turn up it's contents when we walked past a heavy metal door off to the left which stood open. I glimpsed inside and wished I hadn't instantly. Old and new blood coated the cement floor. Decaying bodies of cats and dogs alike lay haphazardly around the room. Many of the bodies where missing limbs, ears, eyes, tails, some where missing half their face and even the back or the front end of the animal. I looked away. My stomach was twisted into a hundred million little knots.

The sight of the room wasn't even the worst part. It was the smell. The smell reminded me of the bones I'd give Chica and Lego only a hundred times worst and a million times more potent. The men around me picked up their pace as we walked past, trying to get as far away from the smell as possible. Taking a left and passing several more doors, we stopped in front of a set of double doors. Intricate designs were carved into the bocote wood that made up the doors. Being that the door was made from one of the most expensive woods in the world, I could only guess that whom ever was behind the door was very rich.

Doug signaled for his men to halt as he strode up to the door and knocked twice. He waited than knocked thrice before the doors were pulled open. Well, more like mechanically opened, as there was no one there to greet us at the door. I made a mental note of the knocking sequence and observed my surroundings. Expensive couches sat on the right of the door, facing what must be a 70 inch television mounted on the wall above a glass coffee table pushed up against the wine red painted wall. On the left was an oak wood bar. Glass shelves clung to the wall desperately, holding expensive looking glasses and a multitude of wines, spirits, basically any form of alcohol one could think of. In the center of the room was a platform leading from the door all the was to a white desk with a glass top, sat squarely in the middle of the room towards the back. Behind the desk was a large, comfortable black leather, swivel, office chair. On that chair sat a the so called boss. Tattoo's decorated what skin I could see of his forearms and neck, ear-piercings dominated his left ear and a scar ran from his left eyebrow to the tip of his mouth.

I was actually expecting him to be wearing a suit, clean shaven, tattoo and piercing free and less intimidating. But than again, you've got to have balls to run the sort of dump this ass was running. I don't know how or why, but the guy before me looked oddly familiar. In a bad way. I just couldn't put my finger on it, but I could have sworn I'd seen him before.

"Sir. We got ya a new feline." Doug remarked, walking into the room without being told to. The men holding onto the cage on the other hand, didn't bother making a move into the room, they were clearly terrified of the man behind the desk. I wouldn't blame them. He was clearly muscular underneath the simple long sleeved, black, turtle neck sweater and over coat.

"What makes this one so special?" The man asked. Toby! That's his name. I remember the men were talking about him. Toby didn't really seem like a bad guys name. It was more of a shy, nerdy type guy's name. Not being mean to all the Toby's' in the world, that's just how I saw the name. 'Toby' leaned forward on his muscular forearms and stared Doug straight in the eyes.

"Sir, this feline isn't like any other I've ever seen." Doug pointed at me and waved his men forward, without breaking eye contact. Clearly, Doug wasn't intimidated by the man in front of him. Doug was either very brave or very foolish. "Take a look at his features and tell me if you have ever seen such a mean looking feline."

"Fine. Set it's cage on my desk." Toby's netural tone was enough to send a shiver down my spin. He sounded like Andy Serkis, but with a deeper voice and the muscles of Dwayne Johnson.

"If you think it's not as dangerous as I make it out to be, it attacked me and wouldn't let go even when I was punching the crap out of it." Doug help up his hand with the soaked bandage wrapped thickly around it for Toby to see. Toby looked at the bandage, than at Doug.

"Than you shouldn't have gotten so close to it." Toby delivered his words like he was speaking to a five year old, just without any emotion showing on his face or his in his voice. I didn't like this guy. I didn't like any of the men in this room. The men carrying my cage placed it on the glass top of Toby's desk and walked a safe distance away. Not wanting to show that I was intimidated by Toby in anyway, I snarled at him. I returned the look of disgust he was giving me and stared him in the eye. A part of me wanted to look away, but I didn't want to show weakness so I continued to stare at him.

"Looks like you picked up a prehistoric animal.-" Prehistoric my ass "-Капитан, я хочу, чтобы ты эту вещь ... в камеру . Однажды!* " Toby snapped, slamming both his hands onto his desk. A large, possibly 7 foot man walked into the room from a hidden door behind Toby's desk. The large man was tall and rippled with big muscles, scars riddled his face, arms and parts of his chest that weren't cover by the V neck shirt that looked 2 sizes too small.

"What did you just say?" Doug snarled. Toby looked at Doug, than gestured to the large man that had just entered the room.

"My captain, here, will take your 'feline' and check that it's really is what it appears to be. I highly doubt it is what it looks like." Toby remarked dismissively. I didn't know what was in store for me, but I really didn't want to go with the big guy.

"Are you calling me a liar!" Doug shouted angrily, death glaring Toby. I should help him prove that I'm really what I am, even though I'm actually human. How was I going to do that? Tuning out the argument that was happening between Doug and Toby, I thought about was to prove I am what I appear to be. An idea struck me and I smiled a feline smile.

Sucking in as much air as my lungs would allow, I let lose a roar. The roar sounded almost deafening to my ears, but I drew it out. Putting everything I had into producing the sound. The sound bounced off the walls and added to the volume, making me afraid of the sound coming out of my mouth. Taking a breath, I snarled, baring my teeth at everyone in the room, my long tail swishing angrily. Everyone was so quite you could of heard a pin drop. They were all watching me carefully, one would say almost afraid I'd claw their eyes out if them even moved. Doug moved first, almost smugly pointing at me, a half smile on his lips and... Pride, I think, in his eyes.

"There is your proof. We found that thing following a dog and it's owner, like it was planning to kill them.-" Hey! I was not planning to kill anyone! "-We had to struggle to get it in the damn cage for you. It was fighting wildly. It even seems to understand what we were staying. Look at just now!" Doug smirked, laugher in his voice. Doug gestured to me as he spoke. "It hear we were arguing and basically told us to shut up! If that's not proof enough for you, than I don't know what is."

Nothing made a sound. Well, aside from the shouting I could hear coming from in the distance. We all sat in silence, waiting for Toby to speak. Toby looked lost for words. He just stared at Doug, almost in disbelief at what I had just done. I looked behind Toby to see the big guy hiding behind the chair, fear written all over his face as he stared at me. Was I really that scary? Had I gone too far or what? I really wanted a mirror right now, to see what I looked like. Hopefully I looked badass.

"Take it to the ring. I'll do the figures and call you to pick up your money. Put it into the ring against Baloo, see if his bite is as strong as his roar." Toby said, taking a seat slowly. "Your dismissed."

"Thank you, sir." Doug nodded his head to Toby, signaling to his men to pick me up.

"No. Leave your men here. I want to have a word to them." The big man walked forward and stood up straight, clearly trying to enforce what his boss had just said, as well as to avoid my gaze. Wimp.

"Okay..." Unsure about the situation that had just befallen him, Doug approached my cage. I moved away from the bars closest to him and turned my back to him. I was unsure about this predicament as Doug was. I wasn't going to give him a hard time when he was the only one to carry my cage. Gingerly, Doug wrapped his arms around the cage and picked it up off the glass topped desk and walked out the doors, which swung shut behind him.

"I guess it's just you and me now mate." Doug sighed, clearly uncomfortable and unsure about me. I looked back at him and gave him a little purr. I didn't fancy being dropped if I moved too suddenly and end up falling down a flight of stairs, knocking myself senseless. I still needed to find a way out of here. Doug jumped at the sound I made, but smiled when he realized that it was nothing more than a purr.

Nothing more was said or done as Doug carried me down a corridor, before stopping in front of a makeshift door made of a dense bit of clothe that hung all the way to the ground. The shouting, cracking, snarling and smells I had detected faintly before were emerging from the room behind the curtain, over loading my senses and making me wish I was at home in bed and this was all a horrible door. That was not to be.

We pushed through the opening and a wave of heat, body odor and noise slammed into me like a brick wall. The room was fairly large, 18 meters long and 16 meters at it's widest point. The roof stood 4 meters high at the smallest point and 7 at the tallest, which was where all the men huddled, pushing, shaving and shouting at each other in the middle of the room. Doug pushed through the wave of men surrounding the center, trying to get as close to the center and the action as possible.

"Alright, alright! Who is ready for the next match?!" Shout shouted over a loud speaker. The crowd of men around us went crazy. Wolf whistles, clapping and cheering rose like a tsunami wave before it strikes. I winced at the level of noise and tried to see past the bodies pressed up against the cage in search of the speaker or even the ring where the next competitors were getting ready to fight.

This whole situation made me want to throw up, but I held in my guts and focused instead on the ring that had finally came into view. The ring would have been the size of 5 king double sized beds laying side by side, width by width. A large metal bar and chain cage stopped any of the fighters getting out and stopped anyone from getting in. The floor was sunken about 3 meters into the ground and had a ramp leading out on the opposite side to the one I was at. Again, the entrance to the ramp was blocked by a gridded bar gate. Three cages were dug into the surrounding wall of the ring and I could just see the silhouettes of those that resided within. The must be the champions, as a man approached the metal gate on the other side holding a cage covered by clothe. Opening and shutting the gate behind him, the man put the cage on the floor and removed the clothe on his size and let out the animal that was inside.

It was a cat. But not just any cat, a pregnant female. How could I tell? One, the cats belly was very large and very round. Two, the cat walked with a bit of a waddle in it's back legs, indicating she was close to giving birth. The female waddled away from the man, but stayed away from the cages in the wall, clearly terrified of the cats or dogs within. The man picked up the cage and the clothe and walked out through the gate, all the while someone sprayed the female with water to keep her away from the door.

"Well looky here! We got ourselves a pregnant female. Not just any female though... It's Scarlet! You all remember her right? She was the unbeatable female champion! That was until she fell pregnant. How will our old champion do against the new champ?" The announcer came into view on my left, standing on a little high rise. He really had all the people in the room hooked on every word he was saying. Everyone cheered and shouted at the appropriate times, which was through his whole speech. "Okay gents, the moment you all been waiting for! Baloo!"

Everyone around me went bananas, expect for Doug, he seemed very unhappy about something. Probably something to do with a pregnant female versing a male champion. I watched the female carefully, noticing the fear and youth in her eyes and the stress that was pulling at her features.

"No! Please! I'm not Scarlet! Please no!" The female screamed, tears kissing her eyes. She kept calling out for them to stop, but it fell on deaf ears. Humans can't understand animals. I wanted to help her so badly my heart hurt. But I couldn't. That's what hurt most about this whole situation. I couldn't help her.

"Let's get it on!" A horn blared and one of the cages popped open. The female backed away from the now open cage, tears pouring down her cheeks. The more I looked at her the more I realized that she probably wasn't much more older than the age were cats and reproduce, which is around 4/5 years old. Jesus... This was so wrong it wasn't funny.

"Baloo, no please!" The female pleaded as a large brown tabby stroked out of it's cage and slowly began to approach the female. Baloo growled at the female, the lust for blood evident in his eyes. The female pleaded and pleaded with Baloo to spare her and her kittens, but it only added to his hunger gaze. Baloo was close enough to the female all he'd have to do to end her life would be to break her neck with a swipe of one of his large paws, but yet he didn't. He just stared at her. I became restless in my cage. I knew his intent would be to draw out her death and it sickened me. Snarling viciously, I paced my cage, though it wasn't pacing, it was more like turning on the spot.

Baloo raised his right paw in the air and held it there. The female whimpered at his feet, backed up against the wall of the ring, trying to make herself as small as possible. A cry of pain erupted from the female as Baloo sliced open her shoulder. Cutting deep into her flesh. But he didn't stop there. Baloo let lose blow after blow upon the poor female. Cutting more and more into her flesh. Alternating between paws, which part he struck and how hard he struck her, Baloo slowly carved away at her. My snarls grow louder the more Baloo hit the female.

Baloo stopped hitting the weak, battered female and picked her up by the scruff. The female was patting hard, almost like she was giving into forced labor. The brute carried the bleeding female to the middle of the ring. He widened his stance. Than throw the female at the wall, as hard as he could. The female fell just short of the wall, but the sickening crush of bones breaking rang through the arena.

"You sick bastard!" I growled, throwing my weight against the front of the cage. Doug wasn't expecting it and fell forwards, the cage slamming into the bars. My eyes never left Baloo. The female coughed and spluttered blood on the dirt floor, her blood and saliva mixing with the unyielding earth beneath her broken form. Baloo walked over to her and attacked her stomach. He ripped and torn at the tender, stretched flesh of the female. Blood pooled around the female. Her screams of pain lost volume with every drop of blood that fell from her weak body. I wanted to throw up. I wanted to look around. But I couldn't. I wanted to watch, so as to have more reason to kill this bastard that attacks a mother and her unborn children.

Tears rolled down her face, falling gracefully to the ground. She looked around until her eyes landed on me. Fear was the first emotion that crossed those pained eyes, but was quickly replaced by relief. She must of seen the hate and disgust the riddled my obviously different features. I held her eyes in place with my golden brown ones. Silently, she mouthed something I couldn't quite make out, but I had a hunch she wanted me to avenge her. Avenge her I will. I gave her a nod, to indicate I had gotten her message and she smiled. A look of peace broke over her features as she laid her head down and closed her eyes. Her body went slack and her breathing stopped. She was dead.

Tears stung my eyes. My heart ached in lose. In regret. I should have done something. But what could I do? I was in a cage, locked away from the world. Unable to get out. I watched as Baloo tore at the females innards. That's when I noticed the movement coming from the dead females tail end. She had even birth to some of them before she died. But they were going to die. As if reading my thoughts, Baloo picked up on of the babies and shook his head furiously before throwing against the wall. The kitten's body collide with the wall at full force. The sound of every bone breaking and all the inards goes squish rung through my ears. That was it. I was going to tare that bastard apart no matter what! I growled in frustration, ramming myself against the cage. I wanted out. I wanted to make Baloo suffer a worse fate than death. I was going to make his death so painful he will wish he was never. Never. Even. Born.

"Easy mate! You'll get your chance in a sec." Doug's voice only made me even more mad. All the men around the ring were cheering the whole time. What sick bastards! They should all die.

"Alright, alright! Looks like Baloo is the winner!" The cheering sickened me. "Now it's time for a new contestant! Now I guaranty you ain't never seen a cat like this one folks! Yet this fella was found here in this very city!"

"Okay, it's show time." A clothe was placed over the top of my cage, blocking my view of the world. I knew I was being taken to the entrance and I was ready. Tuning out the world, I took several steading breaths, I emptied my mind of any thoughts, other than my knowledge of fighting. I was going to win this thing. No matter what. And than I will get out of this place, go to Sean, get him to figure this mess out and than I will end this sick, twisted game these horrible people hold.

The cage was set down and the door opened. I ignored Doug and walked around the front of the cage, spotting the place the female had died. Walking over, I traced my name into the dirt. M.A.R.K.I.P.L.I.E.R. I'm going to win this thing.

"Oh my sweet lord! Did you just see that people! That prehistoric feline just named itself!" I smirked, looking back at Doug, who stood shell shocked on the other side of the gate. I gave him a salute, before turning to face the three cages, instantly spotting Baloo's. Taking a wide defensive stance, I raised my tail, flattened my ears and snarled viciously.

"Fight!"

*Captain, I want you to take... this thing into the chamber. At once! (Russian) (Not exact translation)

Hi... Wasn't expecting that were you?

5704 words (Not including this note) That's the most I've written for any chapter XD

I hope you all like it and it wasn't to violent for anyone.

Until next time, see ya!! ^v^

Emily

P.s I am so tired... It is midnight right now... So tired...