Six experiments escaped, but only four stayed together.
They had to run, they weren't safe, but their poison was closer than they thought.
It was just beyond their reach, the metaphorical door of escape ajar, but not enough that they could slip through the tiny gap, almost impossibly to widen; almost.
The four of them stood before the small, electrified fence, staring down at their metaphorical door, questioning whether or not they could make it through.
Lui cracked his knuckles, a wave of confidence washing through him that he'd never felt before; he was the favourite of them all, treated the best and hurt the least. The monkey boy was sure he could handle the shocks, taking two years to study all the blank spots that the electricity did not flow through.
Terroriser was quite looking forward to their little escape, having not told their captors that the pulses only gave his robotic body more energy, gave him the strength he needed to work through. He took on the unofficial role of leader amongst them, guiding the three towards the escape, guiding them through survival.
Next, was Wildcat, the white tiger padding his paws on the ground in wait, ready to run and sink his teeth into any that attempted to stop them, undeniably protective over the boys he thought of as his only family.
Vanoss was last, the young owl having no control over his shifts, the unregulated patterns causing him to turn at the most inconvenient times and leaving his red-tipped wings to flap in the air, ready to fly over.
It was the day they were going to be free.
No more hunger.
No more fear.
No more beatings.
No more captivity.