Blood, Dolls And Monsters. (Donna X F.OC)

-Umbrella-

The creature sat in the corner of her cell, staring at her hands.

She was still young but not a child, hating this powerless body she was stuck in now that they made her a damned human.

There was this ability they even gave her, wanting a weapon, these filthy humans.

"But they are so weak." She hissed, watching smoke rise from her hand.

Her hand shook, as said before, she was still young, maybe the youngest of all current wendigoes existing, she was far weaker then any... Alone and lonely.

She wanted to cry, this all hurt so much, her father was supposed to protect her but these men had somehow caught him too, a full adult wendigo, how the hell did they even do that?

Tears spilt over, and now he too would hurt her, not believing she was still the same creature, these humans had forever tainted her identity by trying to make a human out of her to be their living weapon... He didn't care about all the hell they put her through, he couldn't even recognize who she was to him anymore.

She looked with a blurry vision at her scarred up arms, these humans had messed everything up, she'll find a way back to her old skin, her old body, she'll become what she is meant to be once again.

"But.... B-but even so.... It's too late..." She sniffled, even if she did become a creature again, this shadow ability had forever changed her, even if she became a wendigo again her father will not recognize her.

She picked her head up when the doors opened.

"Stay back!" She yelled, standing up, back pressed against the wall but these modern knight looking men stepped in. "STAY BACK!!!" She could do nothing, too young and they basically wore exo-suits plated with platinum, even if she put all her strength in a punch she'd break her fist bones because she was too young to overpower, even if only slightly, this pure metal.

A mechanically aided grip closed around her swinging arm, despite knowing she'd break it she did try but this machine-man was stronger.

"PLEASE LET ME GO!!" She yelled, trying to pull her wrist free before the other man grabbed her free arm and each grabbed her upper arm too, even resorting to begging.

"Subject, calm down or we'll be forced to enact punishment."

"Fuck you!" She yelled with even more tears. "I'll rip your throat out with my own teeth I swear!"

"I will not repeat myself subject."

"Try me!!" She then cried out as her head was driven into the wall, the metal, not being platinum, denting under the impact.

"Let's move along, we'll be late for the marking." The other casually said, their voice robotic through the armor.

Blood dripped from her nose as her face was in pain with more tears as she yelled at them the whole way they dragged her.

They entered a really hot room and the smell of burnt flesh and blood still lingered in the air.

She looked up with a small gasp.

"Took you long enough, bring it along and lets get this done." She shook, eyeing the man with thick leather gloves holding a long metal pole with a shape at the end into an inferno usually used to cremate dead test subjects, she saw many die since she was caught. "Don't worry, this is just to make sure that even if you escape somehow we'll easily find you, and it is platinum just for you."