Monologue of a Feline Human (T)

[Vyt: Down, but Not Out]

Monologue of a Feline Human

This follows the story of my own persona. Embark in an adventure filled with neglect and ignorance, and watch how a young mutated being sees the world like no one does... I just put that one up so it looks interesting.

This story is rated T for mild violence and brief reference to blood and gore.

This is a multi-part monologue, so expect some updates. Also, the list is partial; it only consists of parts already done.

• I. The Boy
  - Follow Vyt as he undergoes the change of his lifetime.
  
  
• II. The Father
  - Watch as Vyt's father tries to revert Vyt to his human self.
  
  
• III. The Metropolis
  - Vyt has his status changed to "Dangerous". Will he be able to survive in an urban land?
  
  
• IV. The Circus
  - Vyt collapses, only to be found by a passing circus. What will be the fate of him?
  
  
• COMING SOON
  

[Vyt: Down, but Not Out]

The Boy

Eight years. Eight years since I finally got to the end of my journey. Eight years of hiding had given me the confidence that I would be permanently safe.

Eighteen years ago, I started my adventure around the world, finding a place safe enough for me to take refuge. For eighteen whole years, I have been running away from my supposed death. Little by little, I was trying to figure out why I was forsaken to this cursed form whilst trying to avoid my certain doom. In those long and tiring years, I lived like a wild beast trapped inside urbanization and modernization, completely misunderstood by full humans. It is a long story, but at least I do not have to experience that again for a very long time, if not forever.

All of these rooted back when I encountered the biggest tide of my life. The whole thing started when I was six years old, enjoying the carefree world of childhood as an average, ordinary young boy. One day, I was venturing inside a small forest just a little bit far from our backyard when I was attacked by a tigress (My father told me that initially, and I was only able to confirm that about a decade later thanks to my dark counterpart). She was a strange feline, having black fur and red eyes. Somehow, her bite on my arm injected a harmful substance that altered my genes, making me mutate to how I look now. Strangely, I thought the attack was intentional... like someone actually planned this whole thing out.

That stupid tigress turned me from a neighbor’s young child to a despised wild beast. Immediately after I was found out by the town doctor, I was locked up in a very small steel cage and placed in the center of the town plaza to be ridiculed and “played” by everyone. I even had to resist the smell of my own fecal waste for two weeks before getting my cage cleaned up. I would be very agitated at the stones and sticks thrown at me by my former playmates, and I would always try to claw their heads off (only to be shocked by an electric stunner afterwards). Having only overcooked rice as my own meal gave me a hard time just trying to live desperately, let alone trying to live a normal life again.

[Vyt: Down, but Not Out]

The Father

The only one that took care for me was my father. After being charged of helping with my resisting arrest, he was sentenced to six years of imprisonment. After he was released, the first thing he went after was me. He would always take care of my wounds and give me a sufficient amount of food daily so that I would have a comparatively easier life. When he had money, he even paid for my personal bodyguard so I would not get hurt again. It did not take me long before I was calmed and eventually pacified by my father’s method of taking care of me.

It took me a few more months before I was finally released from my cage. The town judge thought I was at least calm enough to live with the townspeople. The town was very silent the day I was released (save for some gossips against the judge’s actions), as if they were witnessing a shocking event. I was not able to return the life I once owned, but at least I would be fine as an animal. Yes, everyone around me started to call me like I was an animal: less like a pet and lesser than a human. The main reason was because I still acted like a real cat. I had forgotten how to live like a human again.

My father did not stop from getting me released, though. He, too, wanted to return the Vyt he used to know. Shortly after my release, he started teaching me how to think, act and decide like a human. Of course, I had a pretty hard time having to adjust (not to mention still having to endure the harsh insults from my neighbors), but my father was persistent. He wanted me to be accepted as an ordinary person, not a wild animal.

Despite everything my father had done for me, the townspeople could not stomach my existence. Since the day I was released, my father received several notes from the townspeople. All of them contained insults and rude statements about me. Some even sounded like death threats, saying that they would try to put me out “so the town could have a normal life again”. There were even times when an angry mob would march into our house and shout words of despise towards me. Even worse, some even started attacking my father, placing their hatred towards him just because he was the only person who released me from my cage.

In a random cloudy day, a group of people suddenly barged their way in our home. I was then playing with a yarn ball, unconscious of the ongoing argument between them and my father. Confronting a single man gave the group a large boost of guts, as they started to torture my father with their fists and weapons. A loud sound of skull bashing alarmed me to jump out of the bed and look at what was going on. For a long moment, I watched helplessly as my father continued receiving pain and agony at the hands of the townspeople. My mind finally snapped when he coughed up blood. The red oozing liquid confused my own thoughts. My human mind, the thing that hid itself away from me for months, was starting to fight back against my animalistic instincts. Slowly and crudely, my memories and thoughts as my human counterpart began to surface. With my returned human intelligence and thinking together with my feline nature and abilities, I rushed towards the group, clawing and fighting my way to meet my messed-up father.

Since that incident, I started to recover. I began walking on my legs alone. I relied less on the cat bowl and more on the plate when I would eat. My hands, turned to paws by clenching them both into half-fists, were starting to move more flexible. I could even use my fingers for the first time. My father was happy for me, for he too was surprised. He could already see the son he used to take care of.

Despite my progress, we both knew fairly well that my recovery phase posed a greater threat to the town. It was ironic that I was considered more dangerous when I was starting to become more tamed and human-like. The townspeople, including the authorities, feared that I would abuse my abilities to possess power. Until now, I have yet to discover how a twelve-year old half-feline with a brain capacity comparable only to that of a six-year old human could acquire the knowledge of abuse and power. The townspeople acted faster than they thought, as they raged into our home one last time. They were actually planning to kill me.

My father was quick to his reaction, however. Days before that final attack, he had already planned for my escape route. Without a minute to spare, he called for his personal driver to man a small car. I was tricked by my father using the same yard ball I played for years, putting it inside the trunk of the car so I would chase it and put myself inside as well. Before my father could lock the trunk, I begged for him to join. He was sobbing hard, but he insisted on covering up for us. I could even remember his last words before he locked me up.

“Vyt... You still have a long way to go... Make me proud.”