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Jamal had left the mirror alone, having never gotten a response, and had stalked around the room to examine the door, which he tried to pry open or break down; definately a waste of time, to judge by how sore his knuckles, claws, and legs were from beating on it. Dammit.

He was growing more irritated as the minutes passed and had taken to stalking the perimeter of the room, listening intently for signs of movement outside the room. If they came in, he would be on them like white on rice. He wouldn't even think about it. Apparently they had thought about this, however.

The noise behind the mirror only caught his attention when he passed in on his rounds and he paused, turning to press his calloused hands to the smooth surface and glared inside, fangs bared. If only he could SEE...

"It's too ********' bad dat I KIN hear you," he snapped bitterly as he recognized the voice immediately, his attention turning to the speaker above the mirror out of reflex. It was stupid to look at a piece of electronics in such a manner of pure disgust and anger, but it was the only thing giving him a vaguely human target. Of course she wouldn't come in the room...not after their last meeting.

"You da only ********' person da likes ta deal wit' me? ********."

"What da ******** is there ta compromise?! Ya got all us ********' islanda's by da balls!" he bellowed, clenching his hands into fists and bashing one into the mirror before he pulled himself away to resume stalking about, his tiny tail nub lashing under it's clothing restraints. "This ain't about makin' s**t work no 'mo. You guys ******** DAT up wit' yer lil' April Fools joke! How kin you guys ********' DO dat to us? HOW?" Despite himself, his voice choked on the last word, letting it out in a pained whimper.

He sucked in a breath, then hissed it out between his clenched teeth, his whiskers bristling as his jaw tensed.

"If you docs thought I was gonna take this s**t like ev'ryone else, yous damn wrong. You know betta. You -know- where I came from 'n' what I do. Ya keep ********' wit' me 'n' 'spect dat this *****'s jus' gonna deal wit' it? Ah no. Aw HELL no."

"You 'n' him are da same as far as I see it. Ya work togetha...'n' while yous tellin' me it wasn't you, why should I believe -you-? None of you peeps know what a ********' promise is." Jamal snarled in the direction of the mirror, as he turned a back corner of the room, coming back towards the speaker. "You get Doc Duvert down herr ta tell me he did it 'n' -maybe- I believe it. Dat wouldn't mean nuthin' though...you ******** got a lot ta answer fo'." His voice was scoffing in tone now, as though he didn't think this Duvert guy would bother coming to vouch for himself. Besides, it was so much easier to hate the staff as a whole than pick and choose.

Jamal curled his lip as he got closer to the mirror, again placing his palms on the glass and tried with all his might to see inside, rather sure that's where Aubrey was hiding. He hoped she was enjoying all the misery they caused on this island because if he -ever- got his hands on her again...it would be game over. Game over for HER and most likely himself as well.

His voice adopted a silky, ridiculing quality as he pressed his nose to the mirror and twisted his maw into a sneer. "I ratha' die in this ********' room then accept da s**t you peeps do. Die at ma own claws. Which, I should thank ya fo', since you guys gave 'em to me."

Jamal heard her snarl and mutter something, but didn't know who it was directed to. Whatever, he didn't care.

"So what, you ******** want me ta act like this is a'ight? Dat this s**t is -normal-? Is dat it?"

He laughed...a bitter, empty laugh that echoed in the bare room...as he turned away slowly, his head tilted back slightly as though in a daze, and he leaned against his cot.

"You don't know what this s**t is like. Don't even act like ya do...maybe if you had tails 'n' scales 'n' claws poppin' out where they ain't neva' meant ta be, you might unda'stand. You unda'stand s**t of what this is about."

Her last sentence made him visibly bristle, his shoulders hunching as he sunk his claws fiercely into his matress, a positively feral countenance crossing every visible inch of his body. He didn't look up.

"So many things ya could give us but ya won't! Ya coulda not done this s**t ta us all. How about our ********' humanity? Ya all had da powa' ta not take it but you did it anyway. Naw...this ain't 'bout us. It's 'bout yer sick, twisted wants. ******** us 'animals'. We ain't nuthin' to you peeps. We ain't no one's son o' daughta' o' boyfriend 'o whateva. You. don't. care So what if I die in this ******** room? I'm jus' an animal to all of you."

He ripped a furrow of slashes into his mattress out of frustration as he heaved it from the frame, then went to try and move said frame as though he had an intended use for it. It was soon found that it was bolted down. No surprise there.

"Must be nice dat it was TEMPORARY," he retorted heatedly, growing more and more irritated as the time went. "Maybe I wouldn't be so pissed if this s**t was only temporary! -WE- ain't that lucky." We being the island population, of course.

Jamal pressed his fangs into the flesh of his bottom lip, his judgement starting to cloud from the unbridled anger that was swiftly begining to take him. He truely didn't care if he died in that room right then.

"Don't ********' tell me ta be reasonable! There ain't NUTHIN' worth bein' reasonable 'bout. All you guys care 'bout is not feelin' like da crooks 'n' makin' sure we can't do a damn thing fo' ourselves! Ya can give us all da ********' food 'n' games 'n' s**t ya want but it ain't gonna cover up what you all did. You all did this ta me 'n' now ya get ta deal wit' it!!" He started to pant from the explosive bellowing of each word he spoke while at the same time trying desperately to dislodge the metal bed frame from the floor. Sweat had started to slick his skin as he grew more agitated and swore loudly in an animalistic yowl when he continued to fail at his mission of moving the bed.

It was pretty obvious he wasn't into conversing anymore. He was more interested breaking s**t or causing general havoc.

"I ain't LIKE ev'ryone else, you ********' rat-faced b***h," he exploded, leaping off the frame in a flurry of mattress stuffing and going straight for the mirror as a full-out charge. Either he was going to knock himself out and/or break his neck, or shatter the glass...the first two likely the true consequences.

"YOU MADE ME THIS WAY," he screamed as he careened for the glass, a crazed light glimmering behind his genetically altered eyes as he made no move to slow.

If he came through that glass, there was no doubt what would happen. If he died from slamming into it, then very well. His life would be over either way.