Ardring - Chapter 5
#5 of Ardring
He was thrown back mercilessly into the little room, slumping to the floor. He could hear a hyena laugh behind him, and he lay there, slowly curling into an undignified ball, shivering. Almost instantly, he heard a small thump, and paws were on him, picking him up. "Dear God... what did they do to you...?" A familiar voice asked.
His body was in pain. His shoulder, the sides near his chest, even his tail-tip and tail-base felt like they were on fire. He just shook, curling further into a ball, receding from some unknown pain. He could hear someone hushing him slightly, his whines of pain dull and repeated. Arms laced themselves around him, and he was sitting on something downy.
"Th-they... s-stabbed... n-needle..." He mumbled. His throat was sore, and he could taste blood in his throat when he spoke. "R-R... ra..." He couldn't bring himself to say the word. There was a soft growl, and an even softer nuzzle to his head. He yelped lightly as the muzzle touched just behind his ear, and his whimpers of pain grew louder.
"It's okay. It's okay. I'm here." The voice came. He just pressed into the body more. The dim light from overhead started to toy with his vision, which was blurred enough as it is from being rattled. He made out a patch of yellow, and reached out a paw, weakly grabbing at it. "Jesus... they're getting more brutal... they must be desperate.
"G-G-G-..." The ferret started, and there was a finger soon on his lips. He blinked a couple times, and just tried to think on what happened.
It had happened while he slept. Guile had given him the bottom bunk. He didn't hear the door open, or the sound of boots heavily thumping on the cold, stone floor. He was jerked awake when he felt pain in his shoulders. Two large, beefy arms gripped him tight, then pulled him out of bed. He had tried to scream for help, scream for the cheetah, but that had only earned him a gag, and a hard blow to the head.
He blinked, small, rainbow-like speckles appearing in his vision from the blow. His body still hadn't woken up yet and he was being dragged-- his feet sloppily kicked at the ground in an effort to stop. Eventually, he found himself taking strides along with whoever was pulling him to wherever, apparently having no choice but to comply. It was all he could do to watch the dozens of doors that they passed, a couple of faces staring out at him, before disappearing from sight.
He was brought to a room, with glass walls instead of stone. It was oddly warm, a feeling that he welcomed, and yet at the same time, felt eerie to him. He was lain on a table, and felt straps be placed on his wrists, legs, and neck. He bucked, trying futilely to get free, until he was punched in the head forcefully. "Stop moving." Came a deep, commanding voice. He seemed to stop at the very words.
He could see the doorway slightly, and watched as people in long, black lab coats came in. Two people left, dressed in some sort of uniform, and the glass door shut. He started to breathe quickly, his heart rate increasing. He didn't like this. He wanted to be back home. Back on his farm. Back in his room, fighting with Jessica, or being scolded by Stella.
His eyes widened as he heard talk of sorts. His ears rang from the blow he'd gotten, but he made out a couple words. "...Test...ject...unknown....power...caution...begin." Test...? Right, Guile had spoken about tests. They were going to do tests on him. Ject? That could be one of many things. Subject, reject, eject--
Nope, it was inject. He howled as pain shot up his shoulder, feeling something pierce his skin. He'd never been afraid, or cried at needles, but this was completely different. He stared over, muscles tensing out of panic, and could only watch as a needle the length of a pencil and as thick as a couple of toothpicks sank into his flesh, behind his shoulder. He tried to focus on what they said to take his mind off the pain. Unknown power? That didn't make any sense. Caution... they had to take precautions?
"Aaahhh!!" He cried out, as he felt more needles inject into him. His sides flared up with the same pain his shoulder did. Tears of pain welled up in his eyes, and he looked around. The lab-coated furs didn't make eye contact with him. A lizard, a dog, a rodent a-- "YAAAAHHHH!!" He shouted louder. His ears began to burn, and he could feel something break the skin there. His tail too, just above his rump, and his paws. What kind of sick torture was this? He tried to clench fists to deal with the pain, but that only made the needles there hurt worse.
"Agent's body is not responding to the injection. Commencing secretion into reproductive glands." Reproductive glands? Wait, wasn't that--
He blacked out, when suddenly, it felt like his left testicle had exploded.
"Zerrif..." Came Guile's voice. He'd just recounted what he could remember, still curled up in a ball. He was sitting in the cheetah's lap, he could tell that much. His sides, his shoulder, his ears, and his groin had gone numb, thankfully, and he just shook violently. Another growl came from the cheetah's throat, and suddenly his world was turned onto its side. He was laying down, on something downy and soft-- the cheetah? He wanted to ask if he was heavy, tell him that it would be okay, that he could go back up and sleep.
But he couldn't this was softer than any bed he'd lain upon before. His body was tired, the numbness translating into being tired from the whole ordeal. He felt himself losing consciousness again, and could have sworn he heard some sort of humming in his ear.