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CHAPTER 1

I opened my eyes and looked around. My vision blurred and unfocused. Bubbles float around me and I reach out touching the glass of my imprisonment. My hand was not like I remembered. It had fur and pads instead of palms as well as sharp black claws... I screamed and looked around filled with fear. Something covered my muzzle and I took another breath. Filled with fear I ripped the mask off my face, I tried to breath but water filled my lungs causing them to scream in pain. I kicked out at the glass desperately trying to escape. Outside my water filled prison, I seen figures with white coats running and moving, their curious eyes on me. I began to sink to the bottom of the chamber my eyes closing, my ears picking up faint yells and the slowing of my heart. Around me the world turning black...

I wake to seeing nothing but darkness. The smell making my stomach twist and turn. Strong scents I have never smelt before fills my aching lungs. I try to move but I am strapped down. I whimper pulling, trying to get free. I hear soft voices of a strange language that I seemed to strangely understand. The voices both male seeming to sound in their late thirties and forties. "Finally, We have created the perfect weapon. Doctor Hawkeye's death will not be in vein!" A man with a deep voice spoke but filled with sorrow at their lost co-workers name. "Yes, but she nearly died, Lovett." The other replied quietly. "So? She is still alive. That is the only thing that really matters now, Dr. Adams. She should have shifted if she was smart enough." He spoke flatly. "She doesn't know that she can shift... and didn't you say that it was best if she didn't know how, to until she gave us her will and we had control over her?" I twitched my ears, closing my eyes to try and remember my past life... Then the memories hit me. Flashes of them filled my mind. My family, being human, laughing, loving, playing, school, music, friends, peace, and even the reason I was here...

I gasped and opened my eyes. I can still remember.... I can still remember my life as a human...

The doctors ran to me and removed the darkness that covered my eyes. They were humans, just like I used to be....

CHAPTER 2

They stared down at me and I stared back. How long was I in that prison...? Why are they choosing to do this to me? What did they do to me? My mind filled with questions some I knew the answers to, some still yet to be discovered.

My voice was different, it was smooth and soft like velvet and somewhat seductive. "I know what you want from me... You have made me, and fufilled your quest, making your lives easier but mine a living Hell... What is it you are seeking from me? After all we humans have done for each other, you still take us for granted..." I could tell my last statement struck a nerve in the two. I could tell, because their eyes changed emotions. Dr. Lovett snapped harshly, "We have never took advantage of others. There always are problems with science and life. And there has to be a sacrifice made to stop the chaos that was made... You are not human anymore..." I growled lowly and lifted my lips up in a low snarl. "That doesn't mean you have to start chaos with your stupid studies that damage the world one way or another. If you cared about not having chaos, you wouldn't have messed around with what you did to make it... For all I care you can shove your science up your ass." I grinned evily I was pushing them as far as they would let me, and again Dr. Lovett snapped. He grabbed my throat and squeezed tightly. I glared at him, letting all my hate and aura into the glare. He pressed harder on my throat and my breathing wheezed slightly but my voice was still stern and smooth. "Stop being a coward and let me up.. then we'll have a fair fight." I kept the grin on my face and my tail flicked in annoyance. He thought about what I had said and let go. He went and grabbed something off a small metal table. He handed a large needle to Dr. Adams, and I felt a sharp pain in my arm. I growled slightly pinning back my ears. I watched as Adams was injecting me with some kind of drug. My body convulsed violently and I yelped, my skin seeming to crawl and blood seeming to boil. Lovett grinned at me and took a sewing needle and thick black thread and held my muzzle. I cried in pain as he shoved the needle into my skin, poking my gums as it came through the flesh of my lips. The thread brushed harsh and unforgiving against the new wound, following the needle's path. The injection made my muscles numb. The muscles in my arms and legs would not move even though I wanted them to. The pain of my muzzle was terrible, I could feel the blood running along my jaw and down the side of my neck. He worked his way along my mouth and tied a knot and I whimpered, the tight stitches seeming to make the wounds bleed even more. "That should teach you to keep your mouth shut..." Lovett spoke harshly and I whimpered. He looked to Adams. "Give her the vaccines..." He ordered as he walked out. Now it was just Adams and I. I was trembling, hoping that he wouldn't torture me... Praying that he had a kind soul, but when he spoke all my hope died away. "I'm truely sorry, but orders are orders." He was digging through an organized desk drawr and had a bundle of needles filled with different things. "After all," he spoke quietly. "You we're the one chosen for this..." Blood ran along my mouth and I looked away and spoke quietly. Silent tears mixing in with the crimson that flowed from my wounds that pooled along the table. "This place is death...Pure death and suffering..."

CHAPTER 3

Needle after needle Dr. Adams injected me. Each one had a different effect on me. How had they gotten the DNA to make me into this? How have they gotten so determined and unaffected by my suffering? Don't they realize I was human once, before they even worked on me? Again my mind was filling with thoughts. Dr. Adams was the only one that seemed to be effected by my pain and suffering but the others enjoyed it. The last injections were painful, the last one made me want to die. He talked very little I guess to keep me company, and he actually treated me somewhat like a person . But when the time came when he had to brand my arms he did so and covered them with bandages. Dr. Adams walked out and murmured some words that sounded as if it was a prayer and then he left. I laid there quietly feeling weak, vulnerable, and my will broken. I tryed to gather myself up, telling myself it was just a bad dream and that this wasn't happening. But I knew it was a lie... But I just wanted to be told that it was going to be okay and that it was just my imagination. My body shuddered violently my blood in my veins seemed to itch and my claws dug into the table making an eerie screech. My body shivered and convulsed with anger of the injections and I let out a soft groan my back arched. A loud snap and ripping noise echoed in the white room, blood sprayed everywhere. I wanted to scream but I couldn't get my voice. I was alone in this.. No family or friends... A metallic taste filled my mouth and I struggled to breath. Blood overflowed my muzzle dripping to the table that lays beneath me. The straps that held me down snapped. I let out one last loud groan and black wings stretched out from my back. They we're covered in crimson from my blood and I set my head down filled with exhaustion. The ebony black feathers were beautiful, and soft to the touch as I nuzzled them, my wrists and legs still strapped down. After several moments I sat up my wings helping me since my wrists were pinned down. Tears rolled down my face with my head hung in shame and ears lowered. God, please don't let this be real... I didn't want to be chosen... The thought was quiet and sad. I didn't want this, I wanted a bright future not a dark one. My body ached and blood still dripped on my wings and ran down my back. I looked up and around silently and there on the desk across the room, lay sweatpants and a t-shirt. I broke the straps that held my wrists with my canines and then undone the ones that held my legs down. I quietly walked to the desk and slipped the clothes on. I pinned an ear flat and looked around. In one of the corners there was a security camera. "Son of a bitch..." I mumbled and glared up at it. I flipped it off and ran up to the wall pushing myself off and at the camera and grabbed the camera sinking my claws into it. I dropped to the ground lightly with grace and went through desk drawers and grabbed a medical knife. I observed the door and cursed agian under my breath. It needed a key card, and I would have to wait until someone came in to check on my progress and had one with them. Only several moments later another doctor came in and paused short seeing the blood that covered the white walls. I didn't hesitate. I took no moment in wasting and attacked him. I asked him lowly. "Do you like how I redecorated?" I didn't give him a chance to reply or scream, using my dagger like claws I severed his neck. I snatched the code card before he sunk to his knees and ran to the door. I slit holes in the back of my shirt and folded my wings and tucked them under the shirt so no one would notice. Then quickly opened the door and ran out. My mind was filled with hate and vengeance. One thing was for damn sure... I was going to kill Lovett first.

CHAPTER 4

I ran down the hall quickly. I skidded around corners with no time to loose. My feet surprisingly made no audible noises as I ran. Which made being undetected a little easier. Some humans where in the hall, and I killed them with ease, but I left the bodies there. There wasn't enough time to stop and clean up the bloody mess. It wouldn't be too long until someone discovered my room, which only held my blood, the victim, and the crushed camera. Just then the alarms rang out. "Well, hell... Just my luck." I grumbled quietly. I pushed myself to dash faster, turned at a corner, and skidded to a stop frozen in surprise. In front of me where at least twenty guards set up in an orderly manner. I sighed, and shook my head and thought. Well damn, today has been a bad day.... I dug my claws into the floor standing with my head held high and my tail flicking again in annoyance. The guards wore SWAT equipment, black bullet proof vests and helmets, some with shields. I snatched my medical knife from my back pocket and threw it with all my strength and it broke through the helmet that one of the men wore and blood splattered all over the plastic covering that covered his face. He dropped his shield and dropped to his knees and groaned before falling with the ground with a thud. They had guns, but I had strength and power. Lovett walked behind them, disclaiming them, leaving them to face me. "Kill her." He ordered and then disappeared into an elevator. They raised their guns and I sank my claws into the floor, pushing off and dashing straight at them my ebony black wings shot out and I spun hearing yells and cracks of bones as my wings hit them. I spun almost like I was dancing except my charcoal wings were smashing into them and breaking some of their necks. I stopped and some started shooting, I wrapped my wings around myself as if I was a bat. The bullets reflected back and when the bullets hit my wings it sounded like metal against metal. I laughed softly and grabbed a man pulling him in and biting his throat my stitches stretching. The taste of blood making me feel like I was in a frenzy and for once alive. I grabbed his neck and twisted with ease and grace. One lucky bullet hit my arm and I whimpered. They heard it and stopped their fire waiting, some reloaded making sure they had max ammo in the next storm of bullets. I held my arm with a growl and looked up at them with head hung my wings spreading so they could see what I was up to. I dug my fingers into my soft flesh and bared my teeth at the flash of pain grabbing the bullet with an index claw and my thumb. I huffed sharply and held the bloody bullet up between my fingers and spoke lowly. "You got me, but that was a lucky shot..." I bent to the ground grabbing one of their fallen comrades and flung him at them. Using so much force that my claws on my hind leg skidded back on the marble floor. They stood horrified like deer. Then there was a large thud, I licked my shoulder softly and walked slowly towards the elevator. I paused for several moments and grabbed pistols, ammunition, a shotgun and a machinegun. I sighed satisfied putting the guns between my folded wings as if it was a bag, the handles sticking out so i can reach easily and get them. I looked at the Elevator's number and I could hear it still going down several floors. I broke the menu and tore it off cutting off all the wires to the lights and power. I had him right were I wanted him.

CHAPTER 5

I growled and panted from the effort of prying open the doors. Finally with an unhappy creak it opened. I looked down and could see the top of the elevator. I thought for several moments. Would I be able to survive that drop? It seems about two floors down.... I shrugged, put my pistols in my gun belt, and jumped down I dug my claws into the wall to slow my fall and hit the top of the elevator, kneeling the shockwave of the fall going through my body. Well, damn. Maybe being an science project isn't that half bad. I smiled slightly and ignored the pain of my stitched muzzle. My ears twitched and perked at the familiar voice. "What the hell?" It was Lovett no doubt about that. I didn't need a light, my eyes were prone to seeing in the dark. There next to the wall was a small hatch. I opened it up and dropped down. I could hear frantic breathing, and a heart fluttering. I leaned against a wall of the elevator. The darkness making it hard for any mortal to see me, but I could plainly see his outline and smell his scent. I spoke my voice low and threatening. "Tell me one thing Dr. Lovett. Why did you punish me for speaking? I am not just a test subject you know. We both know that I am still human in more ways than one." He was silent, his legs trembling. I pushed him into a wall. "I'll bust your balls if you don't tell me..." I rammed my knee into his crotch and he let out a cry of pain. "OKAY!" he begged. "I'll tell you.." I dropped my knee, but still held him against the wall and waited listening. "You're family made the contract with us that you would be tested on... We tested on a boy three years ago. His name was Derek. We put so many injections in him... that we put too many in him. He not only turned out like you, but he is a mixed breed and more powerful and larger than you." He spoke the words quickly. I grabbed him putting my dagger like claws to his throat. "How could you put too many in someone!? And What do you mean mixed breed? What the hell did you make me into!?!" I snarled harshly at him wanting the answers here and now. He flinched and spoke with fear. "We used your original human DNA, as well as DNA from a werewolf, a demon, a fox, and a shape shifter. We used the same on Derek except we put vampire blood and mixed it.. We miscalculated when we did his, that and along the development something went wrong." I snapped my jaws near his face anger and rage filling me. "You stupid idiot!" I threw him across the elevator and into a wall holding my head, shaking it. He cried out again in pain and I murmured to myself thinking. "So what was the reason you made me like this for?" I demanded the question. He sat his back against the wall and flinched at my words. "Because we need help... Derek is running loose... And so far no one has been able to stop him. That was one of the reasons we made you." I growled lowly. "What was the other reason?" "Because you're the next step towards a new generation..." He spoke quietly still in pain. I sat on the floor and held my face in my hands. I wanted to know one thing... "What is my name?" "Your human name was Alexandria Leanne. But your project name is Underoath..." He closed his eyes breathing the words. "Why Underoath?" I lifted my head up and looked at him. "Dr. Adams gave the name. We are under the solemn promise, as well as you. That is how you got your name." He mumbled. I stood and tore a piece of metal off the wall and grabbed his arm. I wrote on his skin, blood appearing where the slice was but the incisions weren't too deep. He cried out sharply in pain and flinched away. I wrote the word "Oath". When I was done, I climbed up and out of the elevator from the hatch and spoke down towards him. "That will scar and you will forever be reminded of the pain and suffering you have brought to my innocent life." I dug my claws into the wall and climbed my way up, hearing his soft quivering sobs.