Pawsteps

A loud yowling echoed through the dark corridors, breaking the disturbing silence. It was followed by a loud galloping noise, lab coats flailing in the wind from the sheer speed, heading towards a damp room, filled with cages and cages of chimeras. Genetically engineered to be exact, used as test subjects. Their personalities, wasted, lives a misery, rights and opinions are not there and love does not exist. They lay there, 'sleeping' in fear of what would happen if they stayed up late. One lay restless, a large, marble with thunder-like markings and a pale grey underfur, she breathed heavily before groaning and pushing. Slowly but surely, an object slid out. A small, black and sea green head, followed by a body, legs then a tail. She licked the cub tenderly, allowing it to breath and suckle gently.

"Whadda ya think of that, eh?"

whispered a mare to the stallion next to her.

"Beautiful." He replied, observing the tiny creature at a safe distance. Suddenly, there was strange pony lurking in the shadows.

"Quite the charmer, isn't it? You know, I always fell for the cubs.." The grey pony murmured wistfully, looking at the sky.

"Bring it here,I want to check it." He ordered. Dull hoofsteps were the only sounds made, until a door clanked open and a mother hit the ground after being knocked out. Squealing covered the room as the kit was picked up and taken to the doctor. He examined it carefully before announcing

"Pathetic little scrap, wouldn't last a day in 'ere! Once it is old enough to stop suckling, toss it in the river."

They nodded, placing it into her cage.

Every day, they were awoken at sunrise, given a small bit of food before getting driven out for testing or a chance to be freed from this Hell. As the days morphed into weeks and weeks formed into months, the cub grew. Vevalon was now her name and she was proud of it. Mornings were hard  for her mother, she had to keep the secret from her daughter. She'd wince at the sight of Vevalon, knowing she was destined to die by getting thrown out.

A month later, the cage door clanked open again. Feeding time! Salvation in a bowl was about to enter the cats prisons after a long day of injections, cuts, pain and horror. Without even bothering to check for poison or drugs, mother and daughter ate.

"Bang, bang"

They fell to the floor, wincing in pain. A hoof was wrapped around the cub, dragging it outside before closing the bars again. Lengths of chain were wrapped around her legs, followed by a muzzle on her mouth and a spiked collar with a small tag reading

"Vevalon." The ebony kit woke up, to her horror she was in a box, about to be wrapped up in an old rag! She squealed and squirmed before seeing the same male pony that brought the food out for her.

"Ahh, you're awake. Shame that you did though as this my be the last thing you'll ever see."

Her eyes widened in horror as she attempted to escape her fate. She stared up, watching the last rays of light fade...