1 Rescued...?

CHAPTER ONE

"Brown Bear to Cubs, do you copy?"

"Copy. Cubs 1 and 3 are in position" came over the radio com set attached to CDR. River James' Navy SEAL covert ops uniform.

"Cubs 2, 4, 5, and 6 ready to go. Let's get these motherfuckers!" Yelled Brown Bears best friend Cole, aka Cub 4.

Around three weeks ago CDR. River and his Navy SEAL team got a call from an unknown number. A lady asked for their help exclaiming it was an emergency. She told them in a hushed but hurried voice that the company who hired her was conducting illegal animal testing. At first River thought it was a joke or at the very least some crazy animal activist/protestor seeking help through bigger supporters. But when they heard her discuss about something called 'Project Beast' and that it may involve a kidnapping they became more alert and interested. She described a meeting point at a local coffee shop with which they could convene and said she had to go because the line was not secure. Five days ensuing their conversation the main team members sat at the coffee shop with the lady (Ms. Russell), who they found out was a scientist hired to work and monitor 'Project Beast', and devised a detailed elimination of the enemy and extraction of the animal experiments. All their planning led up to this moment of infiltration at the illegal companies' main base.

"On my signal we breach the building. Retrieve the experiments ASAP. Make sure they are alright but do not shoot to kill the enemy. We need to bring them in for interrogation at HQ. Let's move out!" River instructed as he gave the hand signal to proceed into the building.

A resounding "roger that" was heard over the radio com before the team went in. Shouts, gun fire, and the rumbling aftermath of explosions could be detected as CDR. River and Ms. Russell made their way through the building halls. Ms. Russell disclosed the direction where experiment Beast was being held to River as he returned fire on a few of the enemy scientists. River shot one male scientist in the leg and two others in the arm and shoulder before grabbing Ms. Russell and turning down a corridor with a set of rusted gray double doors.

"I have eyes on the 'Project Beast' experiment room. I'm going in. Are you finished with rounding up the hostels?" River replied into his com as he slowly pushed open the doors to the room and scanned for enemies.

"This is Cub 2. We got most of the scientists tied up and are now standing watch with Cub 1 and 4. Cubs 3, 5, and 6 are retrieving the experiments. Backup and medical have already been radioed. Their ETA is forty-five minutes. Over."

"Nice work. I want the team to meet up at my location when backup arrives. Over."

"Roger that Brown Bear. Cub 2 out."

(Nyxton's POV)

I was tired. Tired of this place. Tired of these scientists and their poking and prodding and torturing me. I was tired of the cage they put me in. Of the chains they locked me away with. I was tired of life here. If you could even call it that. I have spent ten whole years in this god for saken place and yet it feels like forever.

'When will it end?' 'Will I be here till death claims me?' 'What will they do to me today?' 'What will they do with me tomorrow?' All these thoughts have been whizzing around in my head ever since I was taken and thrown in here. I stopped asking myself 'Will someone come for me?' after the first three weeks here. I lost hope that anyone even knew I was gone.

Mom had left when I was real young. Left me to my step dad. He wasn't around much but the last I saw of him was maybe five months before I was taken. I could care less about his good for nothing ass but he would have been the last to of seen me alive. I didn't know many people back in those days so I doubt anyone would come running were I to disappear. It was pretty obvious back then. And it's pretty unmistakeable now.

I was slumped up against the far right side of the back of my cage with my legs out in front of me and my head against the corner of the back and side walls. The scientists had just brought me back from the examination room down the hall after they took what they needed. I fought them at first, taking six of the bastards down before I was drugged up with anesthetic darts. I was around 6'3" and weighed about 230 lbs. so it was no problem taking on the shitty guards but the drugs were different. I struggled to stay up but the amount of drugs given to me made it difficult and I soon gave in.

They roughly plucked me up and tossed me onto a metal cart, tying me down, then proceeded to the exam room, or as I like to call it the devils den. It was kind of hazy to remember what they did throughout the next four hours but after I was taken back to my cage I could see what they had done. They had tattooed -EXPERIMENT BEAST #0001- onto my chest slightly below my collar bone in black ink and with three claw like marks in the background of the letters except in red. They had also cut me up in several places, because they didn't bother to stitch me up, shot me twice in the side, and seemed to have taken skin, claw, saliva, and semen samples.

"Great. I was branded, violated, and wounded. Just like any other day in the life of me." I stated bitterly to myself as I gave a sour smile.

That was two and a half hours ago. Now I can hear the distant shouts of the scientists mingled with, what I can tell are, the muffled voices of outsiders. I could also feel the walls and ground shaking. I sniffed the air when the repugnant odor of gun powder, smoke, and blood waft my way mixing with the pungent fragrance of violets and vanilla that start to permeate the area around the double doors across the room.

I would remember that scent. It is very distinct from the rest of the scientists that handle me. It belongs to the only lady scientist who works in this area of the building and over sees gathering information on me after testing in the examination room.... Ms. Candy Russell.

I don't move from my spot but I do glance up a bit as the doors are pushed open and a man I don't recognize walks through dressed differently than the regular guards and holding a gun while Ms. Russell follows quickly behind him. He hasn't seen me yet so I observe this new man. Probably a new hired guard to handle me. He has slightly lighter tan skin than mine, light brown shaggy hair cut somewhat into a military style, stands probably around two inches shorter than me at 6'1", and has the same shade of green eyes as my one right eye.

Ms. Russell pulls the mans eyes away from looking at his surroundings and whispers something quietly into his ear; probably thinking I couldn't hear when they're all the way over there but I could. Very well too.

"He is across the room in that cage. I don't know what he will do so please stand back at the safety zone line they created. I've seen guards pass it and walk into the danger zone. Let's just say we had a bunch of dead bodies pile up from them disregarding the safety rules."

It was true. I despise those bastards and they tormented and belittled me. So when they got too close or I got out I slaughtered them. It was worth the punishment afterwards. I perk my ears up a bit when I hear him reply with a reassuring tone.

"Do not worry Ms. Russell, I am well trained to handle any situation. I am not so unwise as to approach without caution. Besides I have instructed my team to regroup here to assist me if I may need it. We are here for him. He will understand."

"I don't think you und--!" Ms. Russell started to explain to the man but was cut off by the sound of me growling deep and loud, catching both of their attention immediately.

I was pissed. No way was some cocky son of a bitch new-guard-for-hire, who believes he's all that and a basket of cookies, thinking he can overpower ME. I'll fight him. I'll fight 'em all even in my injured state. I'll always fight. Fight and survive...till I draw my last breath.

I heard the man slowly walk up to the safety line in front of my cage. I growled and snarled even louder the closer he came. I didn't give a rats ass if he thought I was weak because I was shot. I was stronger than him. More animal than him. It was in my DNA. I don't know how and I don't know why but I'm the only one of my kind. Special, my mom use to tell me. Strange or weird, others would say. But a beast....that was what the scientists deemed me. Fitting but unwanted. Yet here I am. Locked in a cage chained up.

I slowly looked up at the man as he stood watching me. I could tell what he saw. I saw me reflected in his eyes. A wild animal in a mans body. I had olive oil tan skin, one electric green eye and one electric blue with cat slits for pupils. My hair was a sexy medium-short length black color with a faux hawk and blond tips, I had shiny white teeth with my fangs slightly showing from snarling, and I stood at 6'3". My attire consisted of dirty black cargo pants, no shoes (cause the kidnappers didn't like how I could use them to escape or some crazy shit) just black leather wraps around the arch of my feet, piercings in both ears (some caused by the scientists and some I already had), a white slightly tight ratty t-shirt, and leather cuffs around my wrists underneath the chains. Dirt covered my body from the lack of showers the scientists provided me and I looked under malnourished for my build from the minimal amount of food I hardly ate.

The scientists had put a collar around my neck to chain me to the wall but I broke that chain and they never got the chance to fix it but the thick, cold metal collar still remains. I'm bloody from them experimenting on me prior to these people showing up but I looked dangerous. I could tell by the way the man stepped back very slightly.

'Pussy' I thought slightly amused by his action but not going to show it. They are the enemy so no emotion, if I have any left, will be shown.

"Well damn, he sure is a mean looking son of a bitch if I ever did see one. Ms. Russell, do you have the information they gathered on him? I need to know what he's capable of and what's been done to him." Replied the man as he turned slightly to look at Ms. Russell with a look of expectancy.

Ms. Russell walked briskly over to the desk sitting to the left and far away from my cage and pulled open a drawer full of files and papers.

"Yes, just one minute Mr. River. They keep it over here for after they take him to the examination room down the hall. Everything is recorded in here. They told me to use it to record any information on him for after they bring him back from examination."

After she found the paper work she handed it over to the man, Mr. River I suppose, and then glanced back at me worriedly and a bit frightened. Of what, I don't know. Me probably. But I had a reason to hate her. She is consorting with a man wanting to cause me harm. I thought she was different. I guessed wrong.

'I hate people and I hate this place!' I thought angrily while I viciously growled out at the two in front of me as I started to get up from where I sat.

River, I decided to call him, looked up from the file and quickly put more space between the safety line and Ms. Russell and himself. Probably thought I'd do something to them.

'Not so tough now are you?!' I thought mockingly as I slowly walked up and down my cage, the chains rattling behind me, and glared at them while still growling.

"How long has he been here Ms. Russell? It doesn't say in the file and he seems like he has been here for far longer than the rest of the experiments have. He's more vicious. More-..."

"Animal?" Ms. Russell said slowly as she cut him off. "That's because he is. He can shift into three types of big wild cats as it states in the back section of the earlier acquired notes. You can see it in some of his features I'm sure. That's why they named him Experiment Beast #0001 as this is 'Project Beast' with him being the only one of his kind as far as we can tell."

"How long has he been here Ms. Russell?" River asked as he stared at me with mixed emotions. So far I only caught shock, amazement, sympathy, and sadness.

"10 years." Replied Ms. Russell sadly as tears gathered in her eyes. "And I just started working here two months ago. It's cruel what they've been doing to him and what I read that they already did to him. I'm surprised he's held on so long."

"You are one tough son of a bitch." River directed at me as he grabbed for his radio and asked where his team was while looking me up and down.

"We are coming through the doors now Brown Bear" I heard come from the little device just as I smelt more males coming our way.

I whipped my head towards the door as a deep rumbling growl tore through my throat. I was not happy that this River was bringing in more reinforcements to help take me on. I should of never believed in Ms. Russell. 'Never trust anyone' I had told myself up until I met her. I should of stuck with that motto.

"Be cautious and come in nice and slow with your weapons put away. This guy ain't too happy that we are here at the moment and now you all are coming in. This could get messy." River instructed his team as he looked to the door where his team was coming through then back to me.

"Roger boss." Stated a tall, lean man that had creamy white skin and short dark brown hair with caramel brown eyes that slowly emerged in the room with five other males to stand by River.