"Stay right there!" he said, desperate and rough. "Don't come near me!"

He pulled his arms out from under himself, revealing the claws to the boy. The sleeves of his white lab coat were streaked with blood, and the wounds his claws had made closed up as he pushed himself up onto his hands an knees.

When he finally looked up, his fears were realized. Before him was a child. At least this system that had decided who was saved had done something right. The children were who needed to be saved. Maybe they would recreate a world they were entitled to.

His eyes shifted from their natural pale blue to red, and back again. Sometimes it was only one, then the other caught up. "I don't want to hurt anyone..." he whispered.