Animal

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Something clamped over my mouth before I could scream. It had snatched me from my restless sleep, preventing me from calling out to Jada. A gloved hand was gripping my jaw, pressing down tightly on my lips and looking around.

"Silo," the figure hissed, a feminine voice coming from her lips. "Hurry up! She's awake!"

"Sedate her," a gruff voice growled back. That voice! Instinct kicked in, like a rush of adrenaline, and I whipped my arm from under my body and curled it into a fist. As it went flying towards the woman's face, she noticed it and was quicker, catching it with her other gloved hand.

"Don't fucking try," she murmured, her fingers starting to grip my fist like a snake coiling around its captured prey in a death grip. I parted my lips and let out a pained gasp when my fingers started cracking.

"Don't break her hand, Giselle, for goodness' sake," the man, Silo apparently, said sharply. A shadow stepped forward, growing closer and closer to us.

Shit! Where the fuck was Shark with her magical shifting abilities! SHARK!

She hushed me. She was awake, she had been awake ever since they snuck into our motel room. She was trying to analyze the situation, which requires me to pay a good amount of attention.

The man had blonde hair, that was combed to the back down to his neck. He had a scruffy, lazily shaved beard, and he looked to be in his early thirties at least. His jawline was to die for, well, this kind of jawline on a guy anyway. It was clenched, showing his obvious apprehension with what he was looking down at.

Jada. Where's Jada? I started thrashing again, jerking my throbbing hand back when Giselle finally loosened her grip on it. I kicked at her, but it seemed that the hand covering my mouth was strong enough to keep me from escaping.

"Your friend is fine," Silo said coolly, his Texan accent drawling out the words like silk. "She's actually in the next room over. Now, we don't want to cause you any more harm. You just have to come with us. Giselle." He flicked his chin at her.

She removed her hand and I snarled. Shark was prepared, having let two of my teeth grow into her long, sharp fangs. "I'm not going anywhere with you bastards!" I spat. I was surprised, and even proud, at how powerful and angry it sounded. "You motherfuckers have been stalking me and my friend. You're bad news."

"Darling, we aren't the bad guys," Silo said, not looking the slightest bit freaked out about what he saw. "If we were, you'd of been ripped to shreds by the Lapdogs. Tortured, brought back to the Facility."

What the fuck was this psycho talking about? I curled my lip at them as they exchanged glances with one another, seemingly confused at my response.

"You're fucking crazy, that's what this is," I said, trying to hold back my laughter. Okay, now I was going crazy. "I have no fucking idea – who the fuck are you?"  I demanded, standing up and using some of my quick speed to slide past them and over to the other side of the bed. Now something was between us, and a window was to my right. I could make an escape when possible.

"Wait a minute..." Giselle narrowed her steel colored eyes at me and pursed her lips. "You have no idea what we're talking about?"

My hands shot into the air and I waved them around. "Finally! You fucking understand! No, I don't fucking know what you're talking about," I said angrily. "Look, I'm just a runaway with problems and random people are after my hide, only God knows why, so I came here to escape them. Capiche?"

They shared another glance, which, for some reason, really pissed me off. I fell to my hands and knees with a loud thud, causing them to jerk their heads at me in alarm.