Chapter 4
We
had been stripped of our belongings and dressed in horrid orange
jumpsuits. They were obviously tattered
hand-me-downs of the prison that had become their base of operations. I was still held by the laser-leash, as I now
called it, in an open-bar cell alone.
Vileb was nowhere within sight.
This was perhaps the first time in a long time where I felt alone.
I
huffed and whimpered, pacing throughout the cell and observing my
surroundings. The cell was lighted dimly
but that cared not to my eyes. A faded
cream sink had spots of mildew and rust that would never wash away. Overtop was a single paned mirror, its edges
vulnerable and visible to manipulation.
I caught a single glance of my eyes, a sharp snarl crossing my lips
before I spun around. My eyes…. I was a
monster.
I
groaned and slumped upon a cot, eyes narrowing as I contemplated my
situation. I leaned forward and shrugged
my shoulders a few times. The leash left
little room to move, but yet just enough to writhe. I growled under my breath as I sensed someone
coming my way. A guard, one with
seemingly no knowledge that I was there, was moving through the cell block. I could hear his heels on the solemn concrete
yards away down the hall.
My
back shuttered momentarily. I sniffed
the air for his location; not too far now.
As soon as he came within a yard of my cell I shouted in his direction
in rage. My eyes now glowing a fiercer
gold, tufts of crimson hair beginning to sprout all over my form. He shuttered and jumped taken aback by the
random scare. Fighting with some sort of
device on his belt, he was more in fear of the beast beginning to develop
before him.
I
was angry, too angry to let this moment pass.
My muscle mass began to develop slightly more tearing parts of my orange
jumpsuit. I began to breathe heavily, my
mouth and nose shifting into a brutish snout.
My ears slightly pulled closer to the top of my head and as each grew
into a point. Fangs developed where my
grin used to be. Claws grew from my
nails gripping the bars. My vertebrae
elongated as flesh, skin, and fur became a bushy tail, the tip twitching with
my anger.
He
dropped a small box and ran off screaming at the sight of me. I was sure he was just some recruit. Some sap
they hired to wander through the cells and make sure no prisoners killed
themselves before their interrogation.
This was both luck and opportunity.
However, the laser-leash was beginning to grow tighter to my form. I was not prepared that they anticipated my
transformation.
A
slight buzz was now apparent to my hearing and I realized it was coming from
the cuffs. I crouched quickly to try and
rip the anklets off with my claws but it was to no avail. The leash tightened, forcing me slowly into a
fetal position. I howled at my
misfortune, but did not give up to it. Sliding
towards the bars, I slipped my tail outside and attempted to grab the box the
guard had dropped. I could feel it
cupped within my grasp, but soon to have it dislodged by a heavy boot on my
appendage. The sudden blow made me roar
in anguish.
“So,
you are a Lupe...” hissed a voice I had not heard before. The scent, it was feminine and new to me as
well. I groaned trying to pull my tail
from under the boot. The position I had
found myself in was surely not an opportunistic one.
“I
am not a Lupe...” I whined, my teeth gritted, beginning to whimper as I could
barely make out the shadow of the figure that had me pinned. I felt her weight shift as she bent down to
pick up the box that the wimp guard had dropped. At this exact moment I thrust my tail as hard
as I could back through the bars. It
allowed me to free it from her grasp.
“You
are intelligent for a beast...” she whispered. “Perhaps too intelligent. I still believe you are in some kind of
alliance with the Fangs, however... Your
comrade has been as silent and suspicious as you have...”
“Vileb!”
I whimpered. “Let me see Vileb!” I attempted to roll to face her, but could
barely get to my knees. I soon realized
that after I transformed, so had the laser-leash. It had made some sort of collar to wrap
around my wolven neck. The tension
further pulled me to curl into a ball, keeping her sight from me no more than a
menacing shadow.
“You
will see your friend only after we get information out of the two of
you...separately. That bond you two have
is something... interesting that we wish to learn about. Are you willing to come peacefully?”
At
this point, I had no choice. They had
all the cards and I had nothing but my brute strength and basic
intelligence. I was always the brawn of
our companionship. Vileb was the brains,
for lack of a better term. “Yes.” I hung my head in disappointment that I was
restrained so easily. If these simple
humans could bring me down, what if the Fangs or even the Lupes were trying to
catch me? Without Vileb I was as
dangerous as a box of rabid anthropomorphic kittens with butcher knives.
“Well
then,” she said sinisterly. I soon felt
a sharp pain in my back; a needle, with syringe. A fluid was injected into me that began to
make my eyes water. I yawned and my
muscles relaxed abnormally. “Sleep
little beastie. We'll let you see your
dark prince again shortly.” I huffed
somewhat at her words. Their
misunderstanding of our relationship also bothered me. Made me wonder just how much they truly knew
about the two of us.
“He's...
he’s not… not…not my...my…my… my boyfriend!” I huffed, the side-effects
beginning to swirl my thoughts and drive them to a simpler time. I felt like a child, back as if we were at
the orphanage. My mind beginning to slip
in and out of consciousness, I whined, “Leave him... alone! I'll...I'll beat you all up!”
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