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Mutant Animals escape from the Lab that created them |
| [Introduction]
OK this story is a Ninja Turtles fanfiction and maybe some other cartoon characters might appear too. But later on in this story the OC Mutants will have to save the TMNT. Dr. Victor Oban Feral once one of the richest men in the world during the 80s and 90s has fallen onto...Slightly harder times...He's still rich but he knows he won't be able to bring forth his dreams for the future unless he cuts some deals...And because of the internet these new players know about Feral's intense interests in Mutants so what they want is...Mutant Animal Slaves! Sex slaves, Laborers to do dirty and dangerous jobs, super soldiers sometimes even stranger things and Feral has no choice but to agree, having discovered the TCRI Mutagen he can now mass produce Mutants by injecting the ooze into an animal rather than his usual laborious process of Dr. Moreau -like surgery like his earliest creations, these first new mutants are the various requests by his clients they do not have the control collars he's installed on his other Mutants because they will be shipped out to places all over the world unless they can think of a way out first! |
| Name: Neko Sex: Female Age: 2 years old chronologically Biologically is equivilent to a 16-year-old human Species: Domestic Cat (Felis Cattus) Breed: Bombay Likes: Tuna, Milk Jazz and R&B Music, Reading Books Dislikes: Being in a cage, Wearing frilly dresses, Blood and Gore History: Neko was created to be a 'Companion' (i.e. sex slave) for a wealthy computer hacker in Seatle Washington who dreamed of having his own 'Anime Cat-Girl' and Neko as a human-sized mutant cat was close enough hence her Japanese name as dictated by her soon-to-be-owner when she is finally shipped off to him unless she can find a way to get out of the Lab first! Neko watched with a sneer as she saw Dr. Feral now bent over and hunchbacked from his years of hard work trying to usher in the Utopia of Humanity he dreamed of but was slipping farther and farther out of his grasp since the end of the 90s when his previous backers began to catch on that the 'Fountain of Youth' drug he kept promising never materialized now he was reduced to making various Mutant Animal Slaves for new wealthy clients, even though Feral felt the idea was dangerous...The old control freak felt all Mutants should only be controlled by him which is why he felt a compulsive need to snatch any Mutant Animal he found created by anyone else whether that person regarded that mutant as a slave/test subject or loving family Feral didn't care he showed his true colors showing he couldn't trust other humans to make their own choices that unless the mutant animals were under his strict control the 'Beasts' might get funny ideas they might think they were people and compete with Humanity to become the dominate species of the planet... |
| Name: Johnny Sex: Male Age: Looks to be 18. Species: German Shepherd dog Likes: Being able to run, swim, and do things. Dislikes: Being locked up in a cage. History: Johnny was created to be a Guard for some paranoid dictator-type. There isn't an explosive he doesn't know, he can identify many drugs and poisons off of scent. He also knows many unarmed fighting styles. However, he's heard stories about his new owner-to-be, and wants nothing to do with them. Johnny was looking over the cage, yet again. He knew its weaknesses, had an idea on how to disable it. However, what he needed was a route out of the lab. If he had that, who knew what could happen. He knew that he didn't want to go to the one who wanted to buy him. There was a number of stories about that person, none good. |
| "Johnny..." Neko whispered "Hmmm?" The Dog cocked his ear They both knew they had to be subtle because Feral's own Mutant Minions (Who both had control collars on) Karl the Rabbit and Igor the White Rat were constantly prowling and listening they both had been ordered by Ferel not to hurt the new Mutants too much because they were being sent to clints and any damage could cost Ferel dearly |
| "Itchy shoulder blade?" Johnny asked. It was a way for them to get close without being overheard, and of course, deal with itches one couldn't get to without help. |
| "I...Had the dream again..." Neko said Ever since Feral had mentioned wanting the 'capture those turtles that live in the sewers' Neko had begun have dreams of those Turtles that each wore a mask of either blue, purple, red or orange. "I...Saw...The Turtle with the purple mask...He was sleeping in his bed and I was like hovering over him...I wanted to reach out and touch him..." |
| "Well, no offense, but try to focus on what's in front of you," Johnny said, as he scratched the cat's shoulder blade. "Keep an eye out for a length of wire the next time you're let out for training or whatever, and try to get it, especially if it's a few inches in length." "What are you going to do with it?" Neko asked. "The less you know, the better," said Johnny. "I get examined a lot closer than you, due to what they train me to do. Other than making sure that you're in good shape, and unbruised, they don't search you too much." "You got a plan?" Neko asked. "Yep, and I need a length of wire for it," said Johnny. |
| While Johnny was dismissive of her dream Neko kept feeling her dream was important and that it was important to find the Turtles for some reason. Then she was taken out for training, mostly putting on frilly Anime dresses and doing flirty poses |
| Still, Neko had to admit that Johnny had a point about keeping an eye out for things. Thus, she looked for a length of wire. |
| She found a length of wire while traversing back down the hall back to the cages she hid it under the pink rubber apron of her dress...The client's obsession with Anime maid outfits would prove to be his undoing! I don't want to do the breakout without a few more characters in the group so I'm seriously thinking I'm not going to add to my next turn unless at least one other person joins |
| Johnny was busy. He was laying on his back, on mud, while he tried to disarm a bomb. Sure, no real harm would happen, but what the vial, that would break if he failed, had was something he hated - a concoction that was a mix of vomit, rotting meat, and other foul-smelling things, to say nothing about a blue dye - it was hard to wash out. He looked at the wires. He had to admit - the person that made it was smart to make it difficult to disarm - all the wires were coated in yellow. |
| Name: Jet Sex: Male Age: 17 Species: Roadrunner Likes: Birdseed, Running, Pranking the Guards Dislikes: Cages, Crashing, and ~The Dungeon~ History:Taken as a Egg from the zoo, Jet was raised and trained to run at fast speeds to act as a delivery service for high paying crime lords, mafia's, and crooked cops. On the track running around the area Johnny was running, Jet, a mix of light and dark brown feather's roadrunner, was currently running from a few guards he pranked by putting pink hair dye into the laundry. Where he got it from. Nobody knows. |
| Name: Drac Sex: Male Age: 20 Species: Vampire bat Likes: trying new types of blood, sleeping, hitting on any female he meets Dislikes: Bright light, being rejected by females History: Unknown Drac hung upside down from a bar in his cage, when he was aroused from his sleep by an unfamiliar scent.Opening his eyes, he saw a female cat dressed in an anime style outfit passing by his cage. Drac had been here longer than any of the other mutants, but he'd never seen this one before. He smiled slightly to himself. Time to put on the old charm, he thought. "Hello there." He said in a smooth, suave voice. The cat turned to see him dismounting his perch and approaching her from behind the bars of his cage. "Who are you?" The cat asked. "Call me Drac. I've been here a long time, but I've never seen you around. You must be new here." The cat nodded "Relatively speaking, yes. My name is Neko." "Pretty name, for a pretty kitty. Say, would you mind doing me a favor? I'm awfully thirsty, and need a drink. Think you can accommodate me?" Not realizing what he meant, Neko hesitantly nodded, thinking he wanted water or something. "Thank you."Drac grinned, before suddenly reaching through the bars and grabbing Neko's arm, preparing to bite her! |
| Name: Tikanni Sex: Male Age: Appears to be in his late thirties Species: Dire wolf Likes: Quiet, Being Left Alone, Picture books of Architectures Dislikes: Loud noises, Other Beings, Not Being Left Alone Tikanni started life in an illegal genetic lab, brought to life as a proof of concept that extinct animals can be brought back into existence. He has been the subject of numerous experiments, both as an animal and as a mutant. His brain has not been so much trained as it has been hardwired. The process makes it difficult for him to speak. He is often used as punishment, with other mutants being placed in the same cage with him. At present, Dr Feral has no plans to sell Tikanni, preferring to use him as a continued test subject. But if the price is right… ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ It was at that moment that Dr. Feral’s lackeys rolled in a cage with an anthropomorphic wolf inside it. A very large anthropomorphic wolf. One that was well muscled and heavily scarred. The lackeys were being careful how they rolled the wolf in, but the lupine was too engrossed in a picture book full of Grecian buildings too pay attention to them. The lackeys looked relieved when they placed the cage in the center of the room. They laughed as they exited the room, telling the other mutants to enjoy their new roommate. |
| Of course, Dr. Feral's own Mutant Henchmen Karl the Rabbit and Igor the Rat had quickly learned about Drac's habits so when the Vampire Bat grabbed Neko's arm they were quick with what Dr. Feral taught them to do in this situation "Bad Bat!" Karl said whipping out a spray bottle filled with Holy Water "She's not for you!" Spraying Holy Water in that Bat's face to get him to let go. The two Hench-Mutants returned to escorting Neko back to her cage "You are too young..." Igor grunted "...Drac does that to every female he sees but if any harm comes to you before you can be sold Feral will have our hides on a platter!" |
| Johnny managed to disarm the bomb. Thankfully, the solution was simple - yank out all the wires. As he was taken to the next test, he heard about what Drac had tried to do to Neko. I'll need to explain a few things to him, he thought to himself. He then noticed Jet, who was up to one trick, or another. Sooner or later, the roadrunner was going to end up in trouble, if they weren't careful. |
| As Jet was running, he never noticed a trip wire played out in the hallway and ended up tripping over it and screeching to a halt in front of both Karl and Igor. Cuffing his arms together, Karl helped Jet to his feet. "Up to your pranks again I see Jet." Shaking his head, Jet pouted a bit as he knew he was in trouble. "Since you two caught me, I'm guessing... ' The Dungeon'? Sighing, Igor only nodded. The Dungeon. The place where all the experiments go if they get to rowdy and need time to either calm down, or just be stuck in a cell for the rest of there lives. "Yeah. But, why did you have to dye all of the security teams clothes pink? Where did you even get the dye?" As the trio began to walk, Jet chuckled as they walked by Johnny's group, giving a toothy grin. "Sorry boys, but a true prankster never reveals there secrets. |
| After escorting Jett to the dungeon, Karl and Igor were distributing the caged mutants meals. When they reached Drac's cage, they gave him a plastic bag filled with blood. Drac took a swig and scoffed. "Cattle blood again? Would it kill your boss to give us a little variety in our diets?" Igor shrugged. "That's the most cost effective stuff he can get. Not our fault if he's a mad scientist, and a cheapskate. " Drac sighed, downing the rest of the pouch. He was something of a conneseuir when it came to blood, preferring the sweeter variety. Which he typically found to belong to females. At this point, he had been caged so long, he'd forgotten what the other types tasted like. He'd give anything for just a bit of new blood. Maybe even from a human... |
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