Run
Run
Run
That's all you can think of.
There is no way you would be staying in this hell hole any longer. Blood soaked your only piece of clothing that you have been wearing for the past 3 months; an old hospital gown. You wear no shoes as you run across the cold tiled hallways, running away from your chasers.
Your entire body aches in soreness and pain; your soul drained of life and magic, but survival is your main priority at the moment. As you run, you catch glimpses of windows showing multiple rooms containing various creatures, inhumane experiments lined up for them. If hell didn't exist, this laboratory would be the definition of hell.
"RUN FASTER, YOU FOOLS! GET HER!"
His angered yells echo down the straight hallway, accompanied by the sound of a stampede.
As soon as you run into a hallway, it splits into 2 more, sometimes 4. It frustrates you a lot, diminishing the hope of ever finding an exit. You might have to create one yourself soon. Man, how big is this building?
"FIRE YOUR TRAQ ARROWS IDIOTS!!!"
As soon as he said that, a quilled needle filled with possibly a strong sedative flies past your cheek.
Yup, time to leave.
No exit in sight - it's time to make your own exit. With an upcoming corridor split, you muster as much power as you have left in your current state, ignoring the pain in your chest. You use the velocity of your run along with your incoming magic-infused arm on a thick concrete wall...
...and easily smash a massive hole out of the building.
Alas, you are unable to muster your magic to fix back the hole to slow down your chasers. At least you don't need to pay for property damage, right? You don't take time to fully analyze your surroundings. All you need to know is that you are now in an immensely dense forest on a steep edge of a hill or something, with possible hiding spots everywhere. Perfect!
As you dash further up the rocky cliff, you can hear a sickening scream of great despair. You could hear it from a few hundred metres away.
"NO!!! MY BUILDING!!!"
You easily snort in response. You almost feel bad for him.
Almost.
You take this short moment to take a breath. Sweat trickles from your forehead and drips off your chin to hydrate some moss below. Deep breaths, [Y/N]. Get as much air as ya can...
A loud gunshot breaks your break time, accompanied by searing pain on your right. You look down and see red further staining your now crimson hospital gown, as well as a hole from opposite ends. Someone must have a sniper. Having a bullet, possibly gone through your liver, it would be impossible for you to run at your top speed, but you have to try. Covering up the bleeding wound with one hand, you limp further up the hill, also making you wonder where the heck you are.
Footsteps are approaching much faster than earlier. You've got no other choice.
Using up all of your magic has a grave consequence. A high possibility of death, but it's all you have left to attempt a final escape.
You focus deeply. Your left eye soon burns in its socket as metallic spiked scales emerge from under your skin, covering up most of the left side of your head. A pair of demonic wings shoot out of your back and tears through the hospital gown, its ends almost reaching the ground. A tail touches the ground below you, metallic spikes and hard scales scrape the rocks around you. The bones in your legs crack and pop as they shift into a new anatomy, scales and fur replacing skin.
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My Save Star (discontinued)
Fanfiction"Monsters are monsters. You may be a part of us, but you're a part of them too." Y O U ' L L N E V E R B E O N E O F U S W E ' L L N E V E R A C C E P T T H E L I K E S O F Y O U ~~~ Your parents weren't of the same species. One was hum...
