Waiting for Amber Skyy

Chapter 2

I heard another low moan that sounded dry and cracked around the edges. I knew it was me because my throat rattled. I peeled my eyes open and hazily blinked at the bars of the cage encasing me. I was back. I wasn't dreaming before. Sobs caught in my throat as I shakily curled into a ball. There was no way of getting out, I knew it. I contemplated the thought of that strange man who was able to control me earlier, but my mind wandered to something brushing against my leg. It felt like... fur. What the hell? Sitting up, I looked down and noticed the end of what seemed to be a cheetah's tail. My body went rigid and I tried to wonder how a cheetah got into my cage. Yet I heard no growling or heavy breathing of the sort, and I followed the tail slowly with my eyes, wondering where it was connected to. It got to the point where I had to continuously turn in circles because it seemed to be attached to-

No way...

I reached back shakily with my left hand and stroked the cheetah tail, a shiver running down my spine. This isn't possible, it can't be, there's no way. At first I just thought it was a joke, like a fake tail they clip to the back of your jeans or something of the sort. But there were several factors that proved me wrong: 1. I wasn't wearing jeans and/or shorts, just a short, white hospital gown loosely tied in the back. 2. Once I touched the tail and stroked it, it made my spine tremble from the touch, concluding it was connected to my spine. 3. I could feel where it connected in the back, the fur trailing up my spine but fading to my normal skin at the base of my neck.

Whatever this sorcery was, I felt like I was in deep, literal shit. Not only did I have a tail, but I could barely feel feathers protruding from my shoulder blades. They seemed connected to the bone, and I had a feeling they might develop into something I have dreamed of ever since I was little. My ears felt itchy as well, and when I reached up to scratch them, I felt fur. Tears welled up in my eyes as I hugged my knees tight to my chest. My wrist had a strange object that made it easier to draw blood from me, and it was sore. A bruise slowly darkened around the puncture area. I also noticed the bruise traveled up further on my arm, but it was darkening to a green color, and seemed as smooth as scales on a fish. I choked, trying to understand what was happening to me. I ran my finger over the soft-as-scales area and felt no pain, like it was etched into me, like a tattoo. But if it was a tattoo, it would leave a bruise, and it would be painful. No, this was real. They must've put something inside of me to change me into this monster... freak... thing! The weird thing too was how fast it grew on me. Either I was out for a long time or they had a fast application process for this... whatever this is.

I curled tighter, if possible, into my little ball of freak-ness; my newfound tail wrapped around me and ears folded against my head while I silently sobbed over the fact that I was alone in the hands of insane men in white coats.