Scout's tail prologue

"My name is Scout. Or at least that's what everyone I know calls me and I'm afraid that isn't many people.  The name isn't my own, rather something given to me by a friend, as my own is unknown even to me..." I paused as I shifted on the hard bed I was sitting on and my actions were rewarded by the screech of metal grinding against metal. I looked at the girl sitting on a wooden chair on the other side of the room, waiting to be told to continue. Her dark blue eyes met my brown ones and for a moment I saw pure fear within her; this fear came despite the chains round my ankles and wrists and the look of utter defeat that was etched upon my face.
"Continue" she demanded.
"I have little memory of how I came to be like this and no memory to prove I was ever anything before." To prove my point and tried to curl my tail round me and was instead met by a sicken crack as the two metal bars that were fused to my bushy tail refused to budge forcing my source of comfort to remain trapped in a straight line behind me. My oversized ears twitched as I caught the scratching sound of pencils against paper coming from the two way mirror that hid the majority of my audience from my view. A spark of my old attitude returned.
"I could tell you my story; I'd tell it to all of your little friends as well"
My watcher frowned and allowed her short, cropped, black hair to fall forward. "There's no-one but us here Scout" she said automatically, a slight hiss escaping as she tried out the name she now had for me.
I smirked and watched as the fear stayed in her eyes. I gave my left ear a twitch causing the silver tag that was attached to glisten in the light; hiding the three numbers that I had come to be known by in this strange place. 138. How afraid they were of those numbers. Their simple minds jumping to the conclusion that there were 137 others like me... they were wrong. I'd met one other like myself and his tag read 201 so there were defiantly more like me but I couldn't have told them how many if I'd wanted to.  
"Don't lie!" I growled exposing my long white fangs for the first time since I was dragged to this cell. "I can hear them move behind the mirror. I can see the microphone that's behind you on the wall. I can smell five men all afraid of what sits in front of them. I can see the fear in your eyes and it forces me to ask you why you fear me"
The woman sitting before me tried to look calm but it didn't work. I found myself lifting my torn glove to examine the metal coated claws on my right hand; admiring the way the light shimmered on the curved edge. I looked around the scarcely furnished room with the eyes of a predator, for that's what I was and the poor unwitting being that held me here were my prey although I would never hunt them. I wanted to play with them as some part of me snarled in frustration. I wasn't the enemy and yet I had been torn from my friends, forced to fight and somewhere even further in my past had been merged with metal and made to forget everything I had been. They would never let me go! I was a weapon now and one that these stupid humans wanted to use. I snarled, my gaze fixed on the mirror.
"You're all afraid" I hissed, my fur rising up on my back adding to my already towering height. My keen hearing heard them all move back, some scrabbling to get away. I returned my attention to the woman inside with me.
"I'll talk when you give me an answer"
Her own eyes filled with anger and I knew the thoughts that were rushing though her head. I had no right to demand anything! I was their prisoner, so they thought. I sighed.
"You're afraid of me because I'm something unknown" I told her softly "You are afraid of me because fire will do what I ask, you're afraid of me because I'm strong enough to break metal and stone." To prove my point I quickly torn myself free of the four chains holding me and dropped to the floor on all fours. Her eyes widened in alarm as she pulled herself into a ball. I frowned slightly.
"I won't hurt you" I tried to reassure her "I just want to live my own life like everyone else here. I'll talk to you but I can't tell you where I come from and I can't tell you what I am" I paused sat down on the concrete floor. "Do you still want to listen?"
She nodded slowly' her dark eyes burning with unanswered questions.
"Alright this is how I came to be stuck in this prison..."