The room was small and bathed in shadows, a trio of iron bars covering the single window in the door that led out of what was in essence a cell. Upon first impression one would think that this tiny room housed some kind of criminal, a person who would be a danger to society and should be kept locked away from everyone else for their own safety. However any who harbored such thoughts would be about as far off the mark as it was possible to be when they actually entered the room and laid eyes on the inhabitant that was kept locked within. Sitting in one corner of the room, with his knees pulled up to his chest, was a small
boy. Or what might have looked like a normal boy were It not for the pair of large fox ears that were perched atop his head and the bushy tail that was curled around his lithe body. The child was dressed in a loose fitting v-neck shirt and a pair of pants that were secured at his waist with a drawstring, both of which were white, the little boy actually looking reminiscent of a mental patient. This was not the case although he was being held against his will, the victim of a kidnapping that had left authorities baffled.
Or at least the story went that they were baffled however they had in actuality been misled on that, the organization that had taken the child having people on the inside to make sure that no traces of him were ever found and that nothing led back to them. Not that anyone would be able to tell that this was the same child that had been taken now, his appearance being so different now from what it had been before. When he was first taken he had been a black haired little boy with brown eyes but now his hair was an odd black and silver combination and his eyes were violet. Those weren’t the only changes that had came about as a result of the experiments that had been done on the child, he was also more similar to a wild animal now, feral and distrusting. Around his neck was a leather collar that was about a half inch wide and served the purpose of keeping him in check, the person with the control to the collar able to deliver a painful electric shock with the mere push of a button.
His name was Tristan Fherol however that was not what anyone at the lab had opted to call him and instead he had been given the moniker Fury, a reflection of his temperament and the animal that they now considered him. The collar that he wore around his neck actually bore that name on a little tag that was just like what one might see on the collar of a family pet or something of that manner. Not that any of the scientists saw this child as a pet, he was merely an experiment, granted he was their prize experiment since he was the first that had been successful. Before it had been tried on adults but they hadn't tolerated it at all well and all had had to be humanely euthanized however the first child that they'd attempted it on had been a success.
A soft keening noise left the lips of the eight year old as his violet eyed gaze shifted to the door of his ‘room’, one of his black ears twitching toward the door since he thought that he heard something. His senses had been heightened as a result of the experiments as well so what he was hearing could just be someone walking down the hall past his room but he had grown paranoid in the time that he was here considering the type of people that he was in contact with so he left nothing to chance and his guard was immediately up. A soft growl replaced the keening noise, his ears going back in an aggressive manner as he kept his gaze focused on the door, his muscles tense as he waited to see which of the scientists was going to make an appearance on this particular day.