Repliwolves: Spear's Journey

Spear found a place to rest far from the city. It was a demolished building, with a low over hang. It was uncomfortable, but it kept the rain out and shielded him from aerial patrols.

As he shifted the rocks around him, he couldn't help but remember what life was like back at the lab. When he and his brothers were pups. How they'd sleep together in a pile, keeping each other warm and safe.

It felt so different sleeping alone on a bed of metal sheets. Here, it was cold, foreboding, and dark. It was always dark back at the lab, but Heart's markings would always glow in the dark, giving a creepy, but still calming aura to the room.

Spear longed for the protection of the pack, the instinct that bonded repliwolves, that created these small family groups. He longed to be a pup again, to feel safe and sound, to be, normal.

But one can't become young again, and above all, one couldn't change the past. Spear could never forget.

Poison betrayed them, he had Vile shoot both Spear and Quick. He gave Spear a stimulant, guaranteed to alter memory, remove emotions, and enable complete control over the actions and mind of the subject for a short period of time. Nothing could've prepared Spear for what happened after the stimulant began its work. His fur color, his markings, even his physical features had changed. Instead of reddish brown fur, a bright angry red took its place. A wild fur tuft sprung up on his head. His machinery and wiring short circuited and reattached themselves in strange ways. Extra strength, extra defense.

You're mine now. I made you who you are, Poison's voice echoed through Spear's head. Kill this sorry excuse of a scientist. You know you want to.

And he did. Spear had kill Dr. Far, right there in the ruins of the lab, with his own claws. You didn't mean to, he'd tell himself. You weren't yourself then. You wouldn't have if you were.

But he knew otherwise. He still would've killed the doctor, even if he was himself. Spear had despised Dr. Far since he first opened his eyes and stared directly at his creator.

It was after that the memories began to blur, memories he either couldn't and wouldn't remember. Spear didn't know if he had stayed at base helping with the new repliwolves they received each day, or if he was sent out as an assassin or scout.

He hadn't been himself for over two months, until finally, that part of the stimulant wore off. But it was too late to stop the damage he had caused.

Spear blinked away the memories. They were distracting him from his objective. Maybe he was just tired, maybe he just needed sleep.

Curling up into a tight ball to keep warm, Spear drifted off into sleep. Waking up, he found himself face to face with Poison.