Waiting for Amber Skyy

Chapter 3

Days passed, no.... weeks passed... well it felt like weeks without any contact with the white coated men. I have tried to stay awake, to keep myself from getting caught in their clutches to make me more into a freak. But that was impossible, and nearly every time I woke up, I was given an apple, or water, or something that should be edible but tasted like rubber. I never knew if they did more crazy things to me....

I heard a door squeak open and I didn't glance over because I was too fascinated with my twitching tail. What can I say? I am easily entertained. Plus, there wasn't really anything else to do. My ears twitched towards the sound though, and I nearly freaked again. The feeling was still startling, but when was the last time I heard a door open? Yesterday... I think; there's no source of outside light for me to judge time. I could faintly hear the sound of wheels rolling and clanging in the distance, but I didn't think much of it. They're probably just trading or moving boxes for storage and whatnot.

"Oh jeez, I can't wait to dissect this one," I heard from a young man's voice. My body stiffened. I couldn't help but glance towards a group of swaying white coats. He better not, I don't want to be dissected like a frog.

"Careful Alexander, Subject 4MB3R tends to be feisty," another man spoke. Damn right, I thought, inching closer to hear. There were three of them there. I heard my stomach rumble out of hunger; then I heard the scratching of pencils against paper. Now what did that imply? They were jotting down notes of my hunger? Like I'm an experiment. Well, I won't let them treat me like one. They murmured in hushed voices as my stomach rumbled once again. I could faintly hear "days" and "metabolism." According to the topic, they placed a hunk of meat (it looked decently cooked and smelled like a medium rare one) on the floor. A hunk of meat. Now this is new, I thought as I felt my saliva build up. My door unlatched and the men instantly backed up like I was going to pounce like a crazy animal.

Well they were wrong.

I sat there, staring at the piece of meat, telling myself to not eat it. My stomach screamed at me to do so, but I had the brains in this relationship. No way am I going to fall for this. They're testing me to see my instincts. I'm smarter than them.

Instead of pouncing out towards the meat, I launched out and attacked some legs. Shouts erupted from them as I bit hard into a calf. I clawed at him and kicked other legs as much as I could.

They deserve this, I thought as my knee collided with a skull.

This is all of their fault.

My teeth closed around an ankle.

They're the monsters.

I tasted blood.

They're the insane ones.

A man went down and I jumped onto his torso.

They're the ones who are going to die.

My hands gripped the man's neck.

They're going to-

I shrieked when a jolt of fire sprung within me. It was excruciating, especially around my neck, like needles piercing everywhere on my skin. My hands flew up to my neck and felt something. It was a collar that emitted the stinging and was as tight as a leash on a vicious dog. My screams did nothing to ease the agony.

I don't know how long it lasted, because it felt like forever. I finally peeled my eyes open to see one of the men I attacked being helped.... upside down. What? That doesn't- Pain struck my shoulder blades and I winced, the burns from the shock collar were developing everywhere on my body. Again the pounding contacted my shoulder blades, over and over, like somebody was walking. Somebody was walking, and it was another large man who was carrying me over his shoulder. He held my leg on his shoulder, not caring that I was getting hit in the shoulder blades with some hard object in his back pocket. It felt like metal, and it didn't occur to me what it was until I was blinded by a bright light. It couldn't be a belt or a phone. My heart pounded up into my ears, blood gushing towards my brain.

A gun. He was going to execute me.