Not Like The Others

Chapter Thirteen- Test

Sorry if it's a bit blasé or foggy some of this was done when I was sick. I think it's quite long....haha I don't actually know how much though.

Xo

Mel POV

"What the hell is going on?" Double-D demanded, staring at me incredulously as I sat in a bundled heap on the floor.

I could only stare back at him for a couple of seconds, stunned into silence. I had no idea what to say.

"Oi, you there. Double-D." A voice spoke out behind him, making him turn around and walk towards one of the cages.

Peering over his shoulder I could see Rachel standing there defiantly, with her arms crossed and her mean attitude spread on her face. God, she was so badass, it was brilliant. I smiled at her gratefully.

"Er, well I hate to break it to you, but ya got a bit of a shit stain on your ass. Might wanna sort it out." She said, trying to keep a straight face.

I lifted my hand up to my mouth in complete shock and sniggered into my hand, trying to compose myself. That was what she called a 'distraction'? More like an asking to be beaten up!

I stood up quietly and untangled myself from my sheets as Double-D tried to keep his cool from Rachel's snarky comments and remarks. I fixed my hair and wiped my face then walked over to the door of my cage ready to intercept the conversation and put the attention back on me before it got too out of hand.

The conversation had heated up, Double-D's face was burning up in rage and his fists were clenched, ready to beat the shit out of something, most likely Rachel.

If she got hurt, it would be my fault.

The true, real side of me had broken through this morning, I knew my emotions were still etched all over my face, and my fierce protection over the girls was blindingly obvious. I needed it gone. It had no place here, it would only give me away. I was still unstable from my disastrous dream and I was having a hard time reeling my real feelings in and replacing them with fake ones.

I had an idea, a terrible one, but they simply had to go and I had no other choice. I had to switch my emotions off. I had to let my instinctual shifter side take over. Last time was not a good experience to go off, I had completely lost it, only coming to my senses when forcibly stopped by Lovac, but it was the only one I had. I could try and act it out, but I know that they would see through it and I'd be royally fucked.

My shifter side wasn't all bad, it was still me, just the untamed and crazy side. It included the amazing instincts and ninja reflexes and it was always present in my mind, but only just. I allowed it to be there and help, but not overtake my brain, that was when there was utter destruction, when I let it totally loose. Over time I had gotten really good at restraining it, to the point where it almost never broke free.

From my knowledge I had gained over the months of being Lovac's puppet, I learned lots of things, one of them being that Rogues were slightly different from pack wolves, they ran on almost forty percent more instincts and shifter side and that was why they were so dangerous, unpredictable and easily angered. The scientists still hadn't worked out what I was running on. They hadn't worked out a lot of things, actually. I was always in the lab for test after test, much to my disgust. I hated giving them my blood, knowing what they were capable of doing with it, but I had to.

Today I was going to turn my humanity switch off, and willingly.

"Well let's hope that this time will be better." I muttered quietly to myself.

I relaxed, and breathed out, exhaling all my thoughts and emotions, letting my humanity slide. Inhaling I opened my mind to my wild and unpredictable side, my shifter side. Right now it was nasty and vicious, and not in a good way.