Wolfed Out (Discontinued)

Chapter 5: Lab Rats

        They woke up in a blur, unaware of their surroundings, with thin bags over their heads that made it hard for them to breath. They could tell it was pitch black in the room, the surface beneath them hard and cold like ice. They couldn't get up and move much, especially with their hands and feet still cuffed, but knew they were in some kind of cage and not a really big one. They laid there, in the darkness, for hours.

        A loud creak sounded somewhere in the room. They were petrified and felt defenseless. Someone entered the dark void. The click of its heavy boots echoed into their ears, the noise growing louder with each step. It was the first time in hours they have heard a single sound and since werewolves had sensitive hearing, it drove them crazy, pounding like a drum. They had their hands to their ears, but they could still hear it clearly. 

        The man opened the cage violently. He didn't know who was in it, but he grabbed him out and threw a thicker bag over his head. What was such a big secret?

        Minutes later, the bags came off his head. He was back on the same chair. The light blinded him, so he kept his eyes closed instead. 

        "Open your damn eyes boy."

       The guy he took out was Jeff. He looked awful, drenched in sweat and dirt. He wasn't even completely conscience. He must have been drugged earlier.

        Jeff squinted. Now he knew why the room was so bright. It wasn't just because he was in the darkness for hours, which made the light seem brighter, but he was surrounded by light. The walls that trapped him were some form of light. Even the ceiling and floor beneath him. They had quite the technology and equipment.   

        Jeff''s eyes finally adjusted and was able to completely open them. The bald man stood there. He was thick and bulky like Derek, maybe even more. He had a white shirt and camo pants and wore large black boots. Damn those boots, he thought.

        The man ripped the tape off his mouth. 

        "Do you know who we are?" 

        He voice was deep and raspy. Jeff didn't answer him. He was disgusted by everything that happened so far. Jeff looked into his eyes, giving him a dirty look.

        The man immediately punched Jeff in face. The force was so strong he fell down, still cuffed to the chair.

        "Answer the question dumbass."

        Jeff felt furious. His hands clenched into a fist, even though he couldn't fight back.

        "No one worth caring for." he answered.

        The man laughed. 

        "Don't try back talking me boy. Or next time I'll put a muzzle on you and feed you dog shit."

        Jeff lost it. He thrashed on the floor trying to get out of the cuffs. He growled and hissed at the man.

        "WHEN I GET OUT OF THESE STUPID CUFFS I WILL TEAR OUT YOUR THROAT WITH MY TEETH!"

        The man laughed again.

The door behind them opened and out came the rest of the crew. They lifted Jeff up from the floor. He stopped thrashing around.

        "I told you to not talk to him until I got here." said the blond man. He even looked disgusted with this guy. The bald one didn't say anything. The blond guy looked down at Jeff who bled a bit from his head. He held a clipboard and wore a black shirt with black camo pants, also wearing black boots.