So, for those of you who were following the original storyline….just forget everything I wrote, because I couldn't figure out how to do the storyline differently than I've always been doing it.

So instead I just scrapped what I wrote, which was like, ONE chapter, and decided to go with this instead.

***NR***

The purring of her mother...the kneading...her
brothers and sisters mews…

It had been nice and warm...it had been so
comfortable...so...why did it have to end?

The white coats had taken her and her
siblings from their mother...Mother had been furious. She had tried to get them
back...but when the white coats poked her...she never moved again.

One by one, her brothers and sisters got
poked...finally it was her turn to get poked.

Fire...pure FIRE went through her
body…

It hurt...IT HURT!

Lights...bright blinding lights….they
awoke her once again, disturbing her from the sleep that she so desperately
wanted…

"...mm..." She pushed herself up, so she
could sit up...watching the door as it opened. The white coats entered. They
spoke their language that she had learned to speak...but they were joined by a
tall man with reddish hair.

He locked eyes with her...and she
couldn't help but feel...intimidated…

He spoke a strange language...why
wasn't he speaking Japanese?

Didn't everyone speak Japanese? Oh...he's
walking over…

She watched him and flinched when he
placed a collar on her neck, with a tag that read '220'...She reached up with
her hand and fiddled with it…

ZAP!

"NNNNNNNNYYYYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

"...Very good...I'll take her off
your hands…"

***NYC***

"HEY! PLAYBOY CAT!"

220 gasped when she woke...and rolled on her back looking towards the ceiling.

That dream again...well it wasn't so much a dream rather than a collection of memories...Why couldn't she have actual DREAMS like 832 did? Or at least not have to sleep as much, like 591?

She shook her head and swung her legs over her little cot, her catlike ears perking for any new sounds. Had she just been hearing things, or had she actually been-

"CAT!"

Nope, she had been summoned. Quickly scampering from her cot, 220 grabbed a slightly overused jacket and ran down the stairs, her ears and tail whipping in the wind as she ran to appease her newest master.

Her life consisted of a number of different masters…all worse than the last. One of them, she thought she could love…

…but love was unattainable for a cat. Especially one like her….

220 skidded into the main room, panting and quickly putting her hands together lightly, seeing the group of eyes on her as she entered. Breathing out lightly, the girl slowly walked further into the room.

As she walked, she got a number of catcalls her way. The group of gangster men all chuckled and whistled in her direction, making clear of their desires to toy around with her.

Thankfully, they couldn't get that pleasure….not as long as she kept him happy.

Stopping once she reached her destination, 220 looked over her master, who had his back turned to her. He was much larger than the rest of the group…and less…human. Like her, he had more…animalistic quirks. He was clad head to toe in a green armor with yellow lens-goggles over his eyes. Swinging behind him was a long whip-like tail that was ready to strike with a vengeance.

Breathing out, 220 clasped her hands together and bowed slightly. "Mew called, Sasori-sama?"

"I did." The man turned to face 220 and smirked, approaching her and putting a finger under her chin to get her to look at him more fully. "We've figured out who we're going to target tonight. I need your speed with me and the boys tonight."

"Who are we going to strike, nya?" 220 asked, flinching lightly as the man wrapped his arm around her waist and lead her over to a TV screen to show her a picture of OsCorp.

"Well, pretty kitty, considering Norman Osborn was apparently recently taken out by the 'friendly neighborhood Spiderman', I was thinking your old prison."

220 looked at the TV screen and winced at the sight of the news. Displaying on the screen was the title that read 'Norman Osborn unmasked as Green Goblin: OsCorp falls from its pedestal'

"…um…wouldn't…it be better if…" 220 paused when her master glanced at her, clearly unimpressed. She swallowed and shrunk lightly, feeling his grip on her tightening. "…I…don't think I should go with mew, nya" she said shakily, looking down to her hands, her cat-like ears flattening against her head. "OsCorp…it's…well—"

"You've had experiences with OsCorp, right?"

"H-Hai…I was raised there, nya…"

"Then you're the perfect one to help my buddies and I with this heist." He brought 220 closer to himself and put his nose to hers, feeling her tremble against himself. "You really don't want me to be upset….do you playboy cat?"

220 shrunk as he toyed with her bangs and smirked at her. "…iie…"

"Good girl." He kissed her nose and released her, turning to the other men in the room. Grinning, he put up a hand. "We have two hours boys! Tonight, the grieving OsCorp will be struck by Scorpion!"

***OC***

The familiar scents drove her crazy, though some scents were stronger than others. The walls laced with the stench of a lizard…another cat…as well as a floral scent that struck so many memories with 220.

She checked past the wall that she was pressed against, to ensure that there were no white or black coats in the area…none so far.

Jumping quickly to the other side of the hall, she checked another hallway, before turning and signaling those she was leading.

Scorpion, along with three of his lackeys came running for her, and the group ran down the hall that 220 lead down.

Once they got to a door, 220 typed into the keypad, narrowing her eyes as she recalled the different passcodes that had been told to her.

"How do you know that's going to work, kitty cat?" One of the lackeys asked, watching the cat-girl as she worked on the keyboard.

"I've seen Octiavus-sama—" 220 paused and frowned, continuing to type. "…I mean…I've watched Taka-baka when he used to work here, nya."

"Octavius?" Scorpion looked towards 220, smirking lightly. "You mean that fat scientist that went insane and attacked Spiderman and Flying Fox two years ago?"

"H-Hai…" 220 glanced towards Scorpion. "…he used to take care of me and—" She paused and looked back at the keyboard, quickly typing, before the secure door opened, revealing the tech and goodies inside.

Scorpion grinned and wrapped his arms around 220's middle, resting his chin on her shoulder and grinning at the prize inside. "Good job, playboy cat…you've earned your meals for the week." He purred, lightly pressing his lips against her skin, before letting her go and turning to the other men. "Let's load up and get out of here before we get any unexpected company!"

The other three men nodded, leaving the girl at the door and beginning their loot of the room.

220 watched the four men as they purged the technology and rubbed her arm lightly, looking back down the halls, making sure no one was coming.

Ever since the news of Norman Osborn's death two years ago, she had felt…uneasy. First Flying Fox had been reported deceased….but she had SEEN the heroine limping down the tunnels and struggling to get to the hospital. So news of Norman Osborn being gone….was far too good to be true in her opinion.

The scents….the scents of this building….

She could smell the familiar scents.

…591…832…even faint scents of Otto Octavius still lingered…all of them extremely feint…

Those scents stirred up memories of her dark life that had started here…well…technically in Japan…but most of her memories lingered here.

The mission of protecting 832…her wonderful laugh…her brilliant mind…

The days spent learning about dance movements from 591…countless hours talking with her…learning how to defend herself…learning how to truly free herself through dance and music…

…the mistake of her adoration for the white coat known as Octavius…

Why had she looked up to him so? Surely…surely after dealing with the white coats in Japan, and experiencing Osborn's harshness throughout her life….surely she would have known better than to look up to him…

…instead of looking after her, 832 and 591….he became a monster…had turned on everything he believed in…even murdered his own lover…well…attempted really…

That poor woman…she had been so heartbroken…she saw it each time she dared to have a gaze at the Flying Fox…

She had seen her escape from the gang war….the heroine had looked so…finished…broken…betrayed.

I know how mew feel Fox-san…I fear loving because it keeps turning on me, nya…

She looked at her hands lightly.

Though…maybe if I were still a cat, I'd be worth loving…maybe I'd be worth something…

Her nose twitched and her ears perked, pulling her out of her deep thoughts. Once again her nose was filled with the faint scents of familiarity.

…except…this scent was strong….very strong…too strong.

220 heard a chuckle behind her and turned ever so slightly, seeing shining topaz eyes.

"SASORI-SAMA!" 220 shrieked, turning to scamper away, only to be caught by a large three-fingered claw.

Scorpion and his three lackeys had time to turn around…only for them to get SMACKED by a large tail that sent them sprawling across the room.

"How quaint! 220 finally returns and she brings snacks!" the creature grinned, sharp teeth gleaming in the light. "Allow me to welcome you to OsCorp!"

"We were JUST leaving!" Scorpion growled, charging for the creature and stabbing at her with his tail.

The creature grinned widely, tossing 220 aside and PUNCHING Scorpion across the face, causing him to SLAM to the ground. Taking her chance, the creature spread her wings and tackled the other three men, all of them screaming at the sight of the lizard-woman.

220 forced herself to stand, holding her arm and wincing sharply, three deep scratches now embedded in her arm and bleeding. She whirled around, seeing the experiment known as 479 attacking her group…brutally.

A look of horror made its way to 220's face when she saw 479 RIP off an arm from one of the men, as well as impale another with her razor-sharp claws.

Wincing, 220 quickly made her way to Scorpion and took his arm. "Sasori-sama! Dijyob—"

SLAP!

"Nya!"

220 found Scorpion grabbing her by her forearms and getting in her face, seething.

"YOU! You were supposed to WATCH for threats!"

"I- I was! I—"

"You worthless animal!" Scorpion got himself up and quickly looked to the side, growling at the sight of his three lackeys all doomed to the lizard woman who was torturing them slowly. Gritting his teeth, Scorpion grabbed 220's arm roughly and bolted out the door, as alarms began to sound in the building.

"M-Mate! What about the others, nya!?"

"They're DEAD, you moron!"

Sliding down the hall, Scorpion and 220 continued towards the exit, only to see a heavy armored door block the exit.

"SLAG!" Scorpion came to a halt and seethed. "FLIP! We're trapped now!"

"Iie! The window!" 220 quickly pointed towards the window right beside the sealed door. "The doors seal first, THEN the windows."

"Then by all means." Scorpion grabbed 220 by the neck and CHUCKED her at the window. "OPEN it!"

220 screamed as she was sent HURLING at the window, CRASHING through it and SLAMMING into a large metal trashcan right outside the building.

She felt a SNAP in her ankle and landed on the cold, unforgiving ground, right into a muddy puddle.

220 panted harshly and let out a cry of pain, as she tried to regain her bearings. Pain was seeping into every FIBER of her being!

She whimpered and tried to get up, only to scream and fall back into the puddle that she had landed in. She could feel the pitter patter of the rain that was falling onto her skin, only making her more wet, and more desperate.

Beside her, Scorpion landed HARSHLY on the ground as he emerged from the window that he had thrown 220 out. He scanned the area quickly, before he looked down and forced her to stand. "When I get you home," He growled at her, his eyes piercing into her fearful sapphire eyes. "I am going to make you hurt WORSE than you already—"

Something whipped right by him, causing him to flinch and look to the side—only to get PUNCHED across the face by a shadowed figure.

"What the—" Scorpion took a few steps back, clenching his fists and getting his stinger ready, quickly looking around the dark ally. The rain CERTIANLY wasn't helping his visibility.

220 panted and struggled to get on her hands and knees, looking towards Scorpion with a pleading look. "Sasori-sama—"

She gasped when someone landed in front of her, two white eyes staring right into her soul. She gasped and tried to scramble away, but when she put pressure on her foot, she cried out and landed back into the water, trembling.

"Hey! She's MY toy!" Scorpion snarled, turning to grab at the shadow, only to get SLASHED by a small three pronged blade.

"Well you don't play very nice." A gruff voice growled, someone PUNCHING Scorpion in the gut.

Scorpion growled and used his tail to whip the shadow to the ground…but as soon as the shadow was down, two more came in his place. Growling, Scorpion looked back towards 220, who was attempting to crawl away from another shadow, but was blocked by it.

"Consider this your punishment, Playboy cat…" he growled, his tail whipping for her, wrapping around her and attempting to get her to himself.

As he did so, he was TACKLED to the ground, causing 220 to go flying in the air…

Slamming her head into the metal trashcan, her world going black….