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Captivity - Jaye's Story - Chapter 2

This was a nightmare. There was no way that this was happening to me. I closed my eyes right after this heart-wrenching news. I needed to get away from here. Whatever this place was, it wasn't going to improve my well-being any. "I know it's a lot to take in, miss, but I think it could be beneficial," the young woman spoke softly. She was sitting by me, now, in a rolling chair. She kept wheeling around me, taking notes on a clipboard thick with papers. At least they, or she, allowed me to not have that restricting cloth over my eyes anymore. My head was feeling worse. It felt like it was spinning at a million miles per hour. Plus, this mysterious lady kept pricking me with all these needles. I swore, if they change my body anymore, and I got free of these straps-oh, they would pay. I wanted my human skin back, and I want this headache to be relieved. As she stuck a new needle in me containing some blue liquid, I could feel adrenaline race through my veins. My head felt like it is about to burst while all my muscles surge with energy. I heard this ear piercing noise next to me, but it's only me. I couldn't control it. My body was on fire; my blood was boiling. I've never screamed so loud in my life. The lady, who was just next to me, was now up and about in the room. She was frantically clamoring for something, but I couldn't tell what. I sensed an immense strain on my right wrist before hearing a cracking noise. Now, the metal chains that were holding me down were screaming, trying to do their job. I felt my arm bust free of the chain, but this annoying leather strap was still attached to my wrist. My throat gave out a growl as I eye the woman. She was terrified as her gaze went back and forth between me and the door. I couldn't let her escape without knowing what I was and what happened. I frantically reached over my body to try to free my left arm. As that chain began to crack, she sprinted for the door, but it was locked. The chain busted with metal shards of it falling to the unsanitary cement floor. I attempted to jump off the modified cot to grab her but I was no longer familiar with these new muscles. They were too spastic and too young feeling. I needed to reteach myself how to use them. I nearly fell right off the cot trying to get up in a hurry. "Please don't leave!" I exclaimed as she was punching the door, yelling for help. "Why shouldn't I?" She turned around, trying to catch her exasperated breath. "You are only going to kill me for what I was forced to do to you." "See, that's what I'm confused about!" I slammed my fist down on the metal railing of the cot. "What were you forced to do?! Who's forcing you?! Why am I not human anymore?!" I was so sick of not being told anything when it seemed like everything was about me. Was it too much to get some information on my own body? This lady better tell me something. "I was forced by the Germans! They captured my company and killed anyone who was not useful to them!" She slouched against the wall as tears began to stream down her face. "So what makes you useful to them?" I forced my bare legs off the side of the cot. "I am an American biochemical engineer with experience in genetic mutations," she breathed out as she wiped her eyes. "The Germans do have their own scientists but they want all the information they can get their hands on," she admitted. "What mutation have you done to me? How would I be useful to them?" I questioned, trying to stand up and get my footing. I kept having so much trouble, and I could see why. I looked down to find that I had canine-like feet. My old feet were nowhere to be found. I now had four stubbed toes with long, dark, purple claws protruding from them. The back of what used to be my heel wasn't even on the floor. It appeared that I was standing on my tip toes. "Well, you had been going through some traumatic event when they brought you to me. They said that you were changing into something of the undead. Vampire I think they said, but I couldn't believe them. They wanted me to try to make you more different?to see how much one body could handle," she stammered. "I didn't even want to touch you. You were bleeding so much, and I knew that a human couldn't survive that." "Then how the hell am I alive right now?" I blinked a couple times while trying to keep back my own tears at this shocking news. I required this information but none of it seems real. How could I stay mad at this woman when she obviously didn't want to take any part in harming me? "I honestly had no clue for a day. Your heartbeat stopped long before you stopped bleeding. They kept sending in nurses to change your sheets since they continued to be covered in blood. Your brain kept functioning though. All of your reflexes worked as I performed a physical under their orders. Then I was told to keep you under sedation and commence a total operation." "How long was I out before you made me grow all this fur?" I asked when I stared down at my new hands. They were padded like paws, but are still in the shape of human fingers, just slightly shorter. "Well, you still looked human for two weeks before I found the right chemical combination, although you had grown fangs and your eyes kept shifting different colors, mostly between your normal blue and a dark red. They hated any kind of light as well. The pupils would become so very small and you would produce that acid like liquid over them to protect them, hence the very thick cloth," she said sincerely. "Strangest thing was that whenever the sedative began to wear off, you would talk to yourself in your sleep. It was a very harsh grumble with a couple very vulgar phrases thrown in together. I had no idea that such a young American girl could speak such profanities" "I don't know how all of that is possible, or how you did all of this on your own," I said as I stumbled forward, catching myself on a table. My makeshift underwear and bra were barely clinging to my body. They were practically towels sewn around me. "And on top of all of this, I still don't know your name." "So instead of trying to get up to kill me, you want to know my name?" She questioned. "Why would I want to kill someone who was fighting to save their own life?" I was really pissed at her for doing this to me but I needed to get myself out of here and she was the only person who knew where we were. The best option was to use her in order to escape and she could get away too if she so chose. "My name is Dr. Emily Brookes," she managed to stammer out. "I'm from Chicago, but that's getting off track. What do you plan to do? You're not exactly in top condition, at least not what you could be according to my tests." "I plan to get the hell out of here and I need you help me," I replied. I turned my torso around to try to see what was on my back. It felt like it was clinging to me, except it was colder than my fur. I was able to barely see it and it was absolutely frightening. "What's attached to me?!" "Oh, those? Those are the wings that stayed with you from your first phase. The only thing that changed about them was the purple tint once you became a hybrid," she explained. Great, now I even have a name for what I am: a hybrid. That made me so much more excited. "Do they work?" I couldn't tell because of how limp they were compared to my muscles trying to accommodate to their new energy and power. "I assume so," she began as she stood up. "They may just take longer to function." She cautiously walked over to me and helped me stand straight up. I tried to hold back an instinctive growl at her touch. "We need to get out of here," I blurted out once I had a strong footing. "And what makes you think that's possible? This place is surrounded by Nazis with some heavy fire power. Do you honestly think that we, a scientist and a half-awake wolf, can make it out?" Her doubtfulness started to frustrate me. "We can do it," I said quickly. My ears flickered towards the sound of men's feet jogging towards us. They were quite a ways down the facility but I didn't particularly want to waste another second. "We can do it right now." I took some staggered steps towards the giant iron door that was our escape and our prison. Dr. Brookes kept trying to hold my waist to make sure I was standing strongly. It was slightly comforting to have someone take care of me, but I knew how to walk. "This is the only way out, correct?" "Correct, and then there's a maze of corridors and hallways afterwards," she replied concerned. I guess it was now or never. Hopefully my supposed capabilities would prove to be real. I balled up my fist and slammed it as hard as I could into the door. My knuckles were vibrating with the impact. It didn't necessarily hurt but they were pulsing with blood returning to the veins. I looked to see the damage only to find a huge dent in the middle of it. "Maybe I can kick a bit harder," I said under my breath as I took a step back. As I pulled my foot up to my body, Dr. Brookes was gaping out a side window, gasping as the soldiers turned the corner onto our hallways as my foot smashed into the same spot as the dent. The rectangular heap of iron flew down the hallway, crashing into the squad of Nazis. It knocked them all down, most likely knocking them all unconscious or close to it. As I started to take a couple steps, Dr. Brookes grabbed my arm. "You might want this," she interrupted, shrugging off and handing me her long, white jacket. "It can get a little chilly in this facility, and you may not be used to your new body temperature." I threw it around my body, glad to not have to run through a new place, half-naked. We only took a few ambitious strides down the hallway before we heard more clanking weapons against soldiers' torsos as they quickly shuffled towards us. This time, there were no available iron doors to hit them with.