Changing

Chapter 26

(Taylor's P.O.V.)

Cling, clang, clang…

            I bolt out of my slumber turning towards the noise.

            The woman scientist, the one I recognized from the last time I was here, is holding a chain and using it to bang against the bars of my cage.

            “Finally! Your awake,” she sneers at me.

            I scowl at her, wondering what she wants. They haven’t been doing many experiments on me because of my arm. But that could change.

            I screech at her, and smiled as she cringed. She hated when I did that.

            She grimaced at me then opened the door of my cage, holding the chain in one hand, and the shimmering black box in the other.

            I eyed the control wearily; I still hadn’t gotten over the last time it had been used against me.

            “Come here!”

            I let my lips pull back from my teeth, wishing I had the fangs Bonnie did. I wouldn’t listen to her, but I didn’t move away either.

            I was too afraid of the pain that action would cause me.

            She huffed, but came up to me instead; clicking the chain to the collar around my neck. The same exact one I had been forced to wear before. Ok it can’t be the exact one because the first one melted… but you get my meaning.

            She jerked on the chain causing me to stumble two steps forward. I followed her keeping my head up and my expression haughty, not wanting her to see how scared and humiliated I really was.

            As we left the room, marked Ani-human, I felt a growing sense of unease.

            Where is she taking me?

            We followed the long white hallway until she turned to a door that had no sign on it.

            That’s strange…

            The whole time I had been forced to live here, not once had I seen this door. All the doors around me had planks that said what the rooms were for.

            Well, except for this one…

            She opened the door without pause. I looked over her shoulder with apprehension.

            For a second I couldn’t understand what I was seeing.

            The room looked almost…normal.

            None of the tedious machines were packed into this room, like all the other hundreds crammed in this building.

            It looked like a little girls room.

            The walls were painted a washed out pink and the floor and twin beds were a darker pink. Really everything in the room was different shades of pink; even the cabinet between the two beds, and the lamp on top. 

            Sitting on one of the beds, looking totally out of place in his faded white coat, was Mr. Buchcowski.

            For once in his life, his eyes were not the harsh stoic grey that I’d grown accustomed to. He didn’t even look up from whatever he was staring at, but the expression on his face was so unexpected that I didn’t even think about turning my gaze to see what he was looking at. His expression looked almost, pained…guilty.