{latin ^ Alpha - Beta } Thursday Night, February 10th 2011 {Day 33}
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Back in The Abandoned Basement...
A blue current of electricity writhes and snakes its way through a grid of corroded pipes, intertwining with spliced wires and sending rippling waves of energy down to gold-plated needles that puncture Derek's flesh. Instantly, his body jolts and convulses, the electric shock forcefully contorting his muscles, causing intense pain and agony.
Back now on a desolate road - Allisons Car
Pedal to the floor, Allison propels her car well beyond the speed limit, racing recklessly down the suburban roads. As she blinks for just a moment, she suddenly finds herself–
Back in The Abandoned Basement...
In the dimly lit basement, Allison finds herself back in the unsettling scene. Kate adjusts the control board, gradually reducing the current that had been coursing through the pipes. The static buzz subsides, and Derek slumps against the restraints, his transformed body gasping weakly for air. Maintaining a cautious distance, Allison's breath catches in her throat.
"What is he?" Allison's voice quivers with uncertainty.
"I believe you already know the answer to that," Kate retorts with a mocking tone.
Allison shakes her head, denying the truth.
"Oh, but you do. Perhaps you're just afraid to acknowledge it because it becomes too real when spoken aloud," Kate sneers. "Shape-shifter. Lycan. Werewolf. Call it whatever you want. To me, he's nothing more than a mindless beast."
Concern etches across Allison's face as she asks, "What are you doing to him? Is this going to kill him?"
Kate's sadistic smile widens. "Oh, my dear, don't burden yourself with ethics now. The electric charge merely keeps him compliant."
She grasps Derek's chin, pulling his lips back like a veterinarian examining an animal's teeth.
"Take a good look. Canines. Fangs designed for tearing flesh," Kate explains with a chilling calmness. "You won't find these in cute, leaf-eating herbivores."
With a firm grip on Derek's chin, Kate brings him closer, tauntingly showcasing his predatory features.
"You know, there once existed an ancient breed of gray wolves with teeth capable of crushing bone," Kate remarks, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. "Now, how hot is that?"
Allison's expression turns grave as she speaks, her voice filled with concern. "This is a joke to you," she says, her voice barely above a whisper.
Kate chuckles condescendingly. "Darling, in a world where werewolves roam, everything becomes a game. It's the only way I can stay sane."
With a careless gesture, Kate releases her hold on Derek's head, allowing his chin to drop to his chest, indicating her disregard for his well-being.
Back now on a desolate road - Allison's Car
Allison maneuvers past the traffic, narrowly avoiding a collision. Adrenaline courses through her veins as she maintains control of the car, her eyes focused on the road ahead. The sound of screeching tires fills the air as she accelerates, determined to put distance between herself and the dangerous situation she left behind.
