Experiment 7-6660 (PAFP.) Thank you for joining.

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Tris bit her lip, edging her way across the store towards the food rack. With a quick flash of her hand, Tris had a chocolate bar, sandwich, and a bottle of green tea in her bag. Without a word, she silently slipped out of the door. A security guard moved to stop her, but she jumped past, and kept running. The scared young neko swiftly climbed onto the roof, and backed away, hoping no one chased after her here. Biting her lip, she continued to dash over the buildings. Suddenly, a figure jumped right in front of her, dressed in a costume. The diminutive cat girl jumped backwards, shying away. She was dirty and her clothing had been torn in places. Mewing softly, Tris backed away scared.

(Please play Captain America. Or another superhero of your choice.)

"Not really..." Tris said, voice distant and soft. "It would seem you are though," she added in a quiet voice. When she looked at him, her eyes flashed various different shades of red and orange before turning back to cloudy green. Now, he could tell she was blind. Hearing the swish of the knives, Tris slowly backed away towards the edge of the building. "I apologize for stealing. I know better than that," Tris said, the groceries vanishing and returning to the store. "I suppose you must inflict pain either way though...." she added softly. "Go ahead. I won't fight back." Seeming resigned, she sat on the edge of the roof, absolutely silent.

Tris watched him, shaking like a leaf. She'd hoped he'd have enough self control not to hurt her but maybe she'd been wrong. Suddenly, she heard a clatter and she jumped, nearly falling from the roof. The man had said her name. How'd he know who she was? Had he been in the labs with her? Had he been the one to kill her master perhaps. Shaken and frightened, Tris nearly bolted but instead looked in his direction, trembling. "Y-Yes....?" she whispered, praying she had heard wrong. People that knew her name generally weren't nice to her. She had been used as an assassin once and had killed countless people, all while under a mind control drug. Many hated her and wanted to kill her for revenge. Dropping to her knees, Tris heard the man shake, wondering if he was hesitating. "Just kill me...." she whispered, wanting this to be over.

"You're his son...." Tris said, voice hesitant. "You're Vince's son...." Terrified, she felt his memories shoot through her and she bit her lip, tears filling her sightless eyes. "I'm sorry," she finally managed, trembling. "I am so sorry." Biting her lip, she heard him turn away and slowly made her way to her feet. She gently touched his arm, her hand feeling as if she'd just had a seizure. "I'm sorry I caused you this pain. I'll go before I cause anymore," she whispered, then turned and began walking away. If her direction was right, she figured she'd reach the river in no time.

Tris froze, shaking as he grabbed her arm. Was he going to try to put her in another cage. She refused. She wouldn't be trapped. Not again. She relaxed slightly as he pulled her into a hug and, for a long moment, just wanted to lay against his shoulder and cry. She felt his emotion, his feelings, and she gave in. She'd been seven when his father had brought her in to experiment. When he'd been thirteen, she'd been 12. Now, she was twenty four and he'd found her again. Tris remembered being set free, wondering why he cared, why he'd looked. "I don't know what I've been looking for...." she murmured into his shoulder, trembling lightly.

(See you later, my friend.)

Tris let him lead her away to his home, too exhausted to argue. Not to mention the fact that it was nice to see him again. He'd been the only one that had been kind to her during the years she'd spent in his father's test tubes. Biting her lip, she lay against the floor of his apartment, feeling weak and drained. "Why me? Why didn't you go back for one of the other... the prettier girls?" Tris asked softly, shaking like a leaf.

Tris let herself breathe out slowly, relaxing. She slowly drew closer to the fire, shivering softly. She sighed and lay still, pulling the blanket around her gratefully. "Thanks," she said softly, sitting up and facing him. Tris watched him settle next to her, a worn leather book in his hand. Tris leaned forward curiously. She nodded at what he was saying, looking at all of the information in the book. She paused at her phone number, uncertainly. "This is all amazing. Thank you for looking out for all of us. I know I probably wouldn't have lasted much longer," Tris said softly, settling against his shoulder. She loved the feeling of the warm fire and the sound of his heart beating gently. Yawning softly, Tris tried not to fall asleep, wanting to pay attention to the rest of his story.

Tris smiled softly, relaxed and happy as she had always been around him, excepting the night she'd been set free. That day had been full of uncertainty and worry. She yawned, blinking up at him quietly, then relaxing in his strong arms. She smiled, sinking into the soft covers on the bed. "M'kay," she whispered softly, curling into a ball. She yawned, ignoring the dirt and grime sticking to her and falling asleep. Maybe he'd let her have a shower in the morning. Twitching her tail, she fell fast asleep, dreaming peacefully.

Tris slowly got to her feet the next morning and wandered over to the locked door. She noted that the windows had as well been locked. Trembling, she settled back on the bed, whimpering softly.

Tris sighed peacefully, appreciating his warm embrace. She'd been shivering all night, despite the warm bed. Tris hadn't wanted to risk ruining the bed with her grime so she'd slept on the rug atop the bed all night. Yawning, slightly she followed him downstairs, blushing slightly as she noticed the fact he was shirtless. Not that wasn't a nice sight to wake up to though. She quietly stepped into the shower, closing the door behind her and silently shedding her dirty, ratted clothing. Blinking slightly, Tris slowly walked over to the shower. It took her a few minutes to figure out the hot and cold settings, resulting in her freezing and burning herself multiple times. Finally, Tris got the right combination.
Sighing in considerable relief, Tris filled the tub and scrubbed and washed for a good forty five minutes. She carefully drained the water, cleaned the bathroom up, and brushed through her matted hair, finally clean. Yawning, she peeked out the door, careful to hide her still bare skin. "Hey, do you have something I can change into?" she called softly, nervously.

Tris smiled sheepishly and whispered, "Thanks," as she took the clothing and shut the door. She dressed quickly, letting her tail slip through the top of the jeans and sway freely. Yawning, she carefully disposed of her other outfit then wandered down to the table where he was sitting. "Thank you so much for all of this," she said, hugging him gently and sitting nearby. It had been ages since she'd last felt so clean. Quietly, she watched as he passed her a plate and nodded gratefully, digging in. It was delicious, warm bacon with crispy eggs, orange juice, and toast! Tris smiled, then stood and began to do the dishes as a way to start paying him back for his help. "Thanks," she repeated softly, still in awe that someone actually cared about her.