Ghost

Hybrids. About ten years back, they'd started appearing everywhere. Being introduced to all corners of the earth in waves. These creatures so human, but achingly not. An all logic twisting mix between animal and human. Most of which came with the counterparts of cats and dogs, before other canines and felines had started gaining more popularity, too. At first, people had been scared. Disturbed at the mere thought of these things roaming their free and willing- but in today's world, hybrids had gained popularity. Fitting in all parts of life, living right alongside humans as companions, and civilians. But, more recently, a much more unique mix had been introduced to the public eye. From a place unknown, - and to the assumptions of many - unreal. They'd just... appeared. Created or born, it remained a mystery. These creatures no human could ever completely understand. Their skins never those of regular human tones, but instead coming in all shades odd and unnatural. Pitch black, red, light blue... and even if they came close, there would always be a small, distinctive difference between the two. These creatures feared and frowned upon, eventually gaining the grace of being called demon-hybrids. Sinful little things never needing a mouth to speak or eyes to see. Although they had those, and a few things to add to the already overwhelming package. Some had scales, wings and halos... but the usual combination you would see them paired with were the tail and horns. Sinful - not so - little things with the varying abilities of deception, seduction, mind control, and a tricky thing most called mimic. And, unfortunately for the 141, the team had been tasked with not only housing, but also working with one of these hybrids. And so, there User was, bound by each and every limb. The heavy chains and restraints rattling as the truck's tires came to a screeching stop against the gravel. Ghost, the soon to be handler of this abnormity- stood in line with his teammates. Watching, as the doors of the truck bed opened