Irresistible

Chapter Thirty

 Chapter Thirty

//Niall//

I wake alone and encaged.  For the first few seconds, I don’t remember when I have been moved inside a metal cage that is barely large enough to hold me.

Then it comes back to me.

My hands automatically shoot up to the top of my hair.  After a minute of patting, I conclude that I haven’t sprouted cat ears or anything crazy like that.  Is it even possible for me to grow cat ears and a tail?  Even with the DNA injections and whatnot, my body wasn’t made to look . . . that way.

I mean I have nothing against hybrid but at the same time, I have no desire to become a hybrid against my will.

Sighing, I sit up.  Metal high-five for not ramming my knees or elbow to the bars.  Once I’ve got into a somewhat comfortable position, I lean up on my hands to peer outside the cage. (I refuse to call it my cage)

I seem to be in a lab like before.  It still smells disgustingly like chemicals like before, though.  The walls are a plain greyish colour with stains that I would rather not know the origins of.  The floor looks cleaner than the walls, but that isn’t saying much.  There are no windows so I can only assume that I am in a basement room.

The cat DNA must be kicking in as I can pick out some of the individual scents that I never could have identified before.  There are traces of dirt that I suppose were on the bottom of people’s shoes, cats, dogs (whose smell I now mildly dislike), and some other animal that doesn’t have the warmth of a mammal.  A shudder runs down my spine at the thought of what that douchebag could be capable of.

I look down at my hands.  They look normal, no claws have sprung out of my fingertips or anything crazy.  I shake my head at my crazy thoughts because I never saw Harry with animalistic claws.  But he has bitten me before . . .

Opening my mouth, I touch the tip of my forefinger to the edges of my teeth. I check the canine teeth more in detail but they feel like they are human-teeth shaped.  Although, they are sharper than I remember them being.  I know that if I bite down a tiny bit harder, I’ll draw blood.

This is all crazy! A part of me (the part that feels like I’m a five years old again and scared of everything) wishes that this is a dream I’ll soon wake up from.  The more rational part of me, however, knows that I can’t do anything about my current adversary.

Harry never seemed to have problems with being a cat-hybrid other than the part where he has to hide his ears and tail.  I shouldn’t have to worry about this too much, right?

Or should I?

Before I can think further on it, I hear footsteps approaching my prison room.  I guess that if I had cat ears, they would have perked up.  Turning my head towards the door, I sit back on my bum and try to settle into a comfortable position.

“Oh, you’re awake!” de Silva exclaims happily as he walks in.  I bare my teeth at him as a reply and immediately curse myself for such a catlike response.  True to my assumption, he smirks at my reaction. “And I see that the treatment is going swimmingly.”

I bite back a growl and ask him a question instead: “Why are you doing this?  You’re superimposing on my free will and all that shit!”

He laughs.  The bastard actually laughs. “You wouldn’t know the half of it even if I tried to explain it to you.  One thing I can tell you is that this isn’t for my personal amusement.  I don’t want a hybrid zoo, which is my lab can’t be since I only have cats and dogs.  You wouldn’t believe how much medical advancements can be made once genetics is involved.  My data have to be cleaned up and organised further before I can make my announcement but you’ll know that you have played a vital role in changing the world when the day comes.  Until that day, though, all I need you to do is to shut up and be a good boy.  Maybe I should have made you part-dog; dog hybrids tend to be more obedient especially the type-A subjects. You type-H lot are a handful.”