Chapter 5: B Story
Arthur sat on the cold, steel stool, his elbows resting on the countertop, his chin propped up on his hands. He watched Zachary through the glass wall of the cage, his heart aching at the sight of the young hybrid. Zachary was curled up on the hard, uncomfortable bed, his knees drawn up to his chest, his tail wrapped around him like a blanket. His cat ears were flat against his head, and his eyes were closed, but Arthur knew he wasn't sleeping. He could see the tension in his body, the way his muscles were taut, ready to spring into action at the slightest provocation.
The poor kid was on edge, and Arthur couldn't blame him. He had been through hell, and he was still far from being out of it.
Arthur sighed, rubbing his temples. He knew he had to tread carefully, to gain Zachary's trust, if he was going to help him. But he also knew that time was running out. They were going to start the next phase of the experiments soon, and he wasn't sure how much more Zachary could take.
He stood up, walking over to the cage. Zachary's eyes flew open, his body tensing as he watched Arthur approach.