The blood trailed down from his neck, splattering the face beneath him, blank eyes staring up into his from a young face, a pretty face.

"I-I'm so sorry..." He muttered, his body shaking from the shock.

Shadowy figures swept in from all sides, silently standing, watching, judging. "I d-didn't mean to." He hastily explained, tears blurring his vision as the figures stepped closer. "You have to believe me." He insisted.

Disapproval emitted from them as they drew nearer, claw like hands reached out menacingly, come to pull him apart again.

"Please, you can't do this. Please!" He screamed, begging for the figures to stop, the dead girl at his knees so easily forgotten at the remembrance of the pain. Had the figures faces, Connor would of been sure they were smiling, as fingers coiled around his arm like snakes. Slowly growing tighter and tighter, pulling, pinching and stabbing til it became to much to bear. "PLEEEEEASE!" He roared in agony as they clawed out his eyes and reached down his throat, suffocating him til the world went black.

*Ka-chunk* The door to his cell opened as Connor flinched awake, sat tightly in the corner with his muzzle and straight jacket, tired eyes staring out at the guards who had come to take him. Slowly he rose, clearly too slow as the guards yanked him to his feet and pushed him out of his cell, obtaining a grunt in reply from him. His heart beat faster as they came up to the room where they usually did their experiments, pacifically he slowed down, bowing his head while he waited for the guards to open the door. "Keep moving." One of them said with a quick shove, his eyes quickly moving away from Connors own as they frantically darted between the two guards, seeking an answer.

"Where?" He asked, stopping briefly in front of them, before being shoved down a hallway to their left, ignored by them as he realised he had only given off a muffled grunt.

Eventually they came to a stop at a room he had never been to before, the guards quickly stepped to either side of him, fingers removing locks and hasps on his muzzle and straight jacket. [i] What? What the hell are they doing, they never trust me like this.... unless 'they' are here[/i]. He thought in shock as the restraints on his jacket and muzzle came loose, taking in his first unrestricted breath in a long time, rotating his shoulders gently while they opened the door. The room was filled with others, and his heart skipped a beat as he thought of the worst, followed by a quick flood of  relief when he realized they were dressed like him, hesitantly he stepped into the room, his eyes flickering from occupant to occupant til he found an empty corner to stand in, as a few others had.