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A man with flaxen tresses lay asleep peacefully in his room. A hair-raising alarm went off in the room and he tumbled out of his undersized cot with a soft *thud* on the floor.

/Oh, not again, / He thought as he groaned while pushing off the thin covers that still entwined his fair-skinned body. He got up quickly, running his hands though his hair and feeling his tiger ears. Yes, this man had 'tiger ears'. How exactly he got them? He knew. How he got where he was now? That's a different narrative, not that he knew it in particular.

Ten years ago, when he was 'thirteen', as the scientists told him, they had injected Bengal Tiger DNA into his blood stream. And, somehow, it had made his memory be wiped clean. Sure, he remembered how to talk, write, read and do other things, but he didn't have any actual memories before he woke up after the operation. The oddest thing about it, though, was that he knew of the concepts of freedom, hope, love, and even faith. All of which presented him with a slight problem. He'd been told that he was once really human by Emma, one of the older nurses, but now he had orange and black tiger eyes, icy-blue eyes with cat slits down the middle, an elongated orange and black stripped tail, pointed, black nails, dangerous carnivore teeth, and a peculiar appetite for raw meat.

."Rowan?" Asked the scientist who had now entered the room, and gestured to the open doorway were at least four or more other scientists in white coats and holding charger or stinging rods stood.

."I'm up. I'm up." Rowan answered, as he stood with his knees stiff from the cramped sleeping conditions.

/I guess this means no breakfast today either. / The man thought as he walked out into the white tiled hall where other doors were on the side. The scientists with the chargers surrounded him on all sides. What? It was normal for him to have 'bodyguards' surrounding him whenever he had to undergo an experiment. Besides, he was kind of well known as -the- changling who had tried to escape more than twelve times. It was lucky they hadn't already tanned his hide because of that! Rowan's orange set of ears twitched every which way as he and the scientists strolled though the hallway, eventually coming to the more prison-like cells of the younger changlings. He kept his eyes vertical, trying hard not to let his vision wander beyond that of the shoulders of the two scientists in front of him and the pallid floor. It wasn't so much that he didn't like the younger changlings; it was more that he really couldn't bear to see them put under such torture to be actually put into cages, which was actually worse than what he had to go though.

He and the scientists entered another room filled with computers and all sorts of other electronics. If he was lucky, all they would do is hook him up to a computer and see how well he could handle math and logic puzzles. Rowan saw a dark-haired nurse gesture for him to go into the dark blue doorway. His bare feet plodded silently on the floor as he entered and found electric heating wires under his feet. He saw two archways and groaned inwardly as he set off at a run, taking the left path. Just his luck, he got the maze. Again.

/This is why you shouldn't try to escape at least twice a year. It'll only make them hate you more…/ He thought as he darted though the labyrinth with his orange and black tail trailing behind him like a banner and both sets of ears hearing the slight rush of wind as he scampered, always taking the left path. The wires beneath his feet prickled him slightly as Rowan ran though the warren. Finally, he reached the end of the maze. The scientists took five minutes to set up the labyrinth again, and Rowan flitted though the maze again. And again. And again.

The process followed for what felt like an eternity to him until finally they told the 'Marauder', as some of the scientists called him, that he could leave. A nurse handed him a bowl of water and a towel and he washed off his face. Again, six scientists enclosed around him and escorted him to the Garden, which was like a very warm, highly secluded green house where the younger changlings could play and the older changlings could just hang around and talk. The scientists dispersed to different nocks of the room to keep watch of the altered humans. Rowan, on the other hand, went into a slight niche next to a small pool of water and sat down Indian-style. He closed his eyes as he felt his stomach rumble slightly. It didn't bother him, though, he'd gotten use to the idea of hunger after they did one experiment or another on you.

It all seemed so routine to him, but that was the catch. Rowan didn't like this routine.

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