MoNsTeR

~Jack~

On the way to containment an alarm began going off. "Security breach in containment" it wailed. Jack was still three floors away but began hurrying down the hall to the elevators nonetheless. He decided the elevators would take too long so he ripped open the door to the staircase and began almost leaping down the stairs to the containment floor.

By the time Jack had made it down the alarms had ceased and the floor had been closed off. Jack was denied access to the cells and forced to leave until further notice.

On his way out if the building Jack noticed a "fetch crew" he liked to call them carrying in what looked to be a new subject. This one had charcoal wings. "An angel?" He thought to himself "nah. No way. Fetch is good, but not THAT good."

The main problem with going home is that Jack didn't have a home. He lived in a little cave he dug out himself underneath the bridge just down the road from ShadowCorp's main building.

He had used some scraps from work, pieces of metal, wood, etc. To build supports and walls and even some what of a floor. It was the closest thing to home he had because his job didn't pay much and what he did make went to his addictions.

Jack didn't have any family. Not for a long time. His last family was his half brother, Chris, who was killed by hunters around five years ago. Chris was a shifter, someone who can change forms to imitate anyone around them.

Hunters get big money for shifter DNA as well as for beasts or vampires etc. Any creature who's flesh or blood might have value. They kill people illegally and make a ton of cash off it. "One of those bastards is sitting pretty right now at Chris's expense" Jack thought bitterly.

Jack closed his makeshift door behind him and plopped down on the remains of a sofa with his chems. He could get the syringes from work easily enough but they kept tabs on all their chemicals down to the very drop so he couldn't just make his own fix.

Jack filled a clean syringe with his last little bit of "uppy" an anti depressant type drug Jack had been addicted to since he was 12.

Once he had the needle attached and ready to go he set the uppy down on a cardboard box he used as a coffee table and removed his lab coat. He was supposed to leave it at work but he used it as a blanket at night so his boss let him take it home.

He set the lab coat across the back of the sofa and pulled a rubber strap out of the pocket. He wrapped it tightly around his upper arm until it began throbbing and veins jutted out. There was a scar across one particular vein where he always injected his uppy. This is where he once again inserted the needle and filled his veins with the crippling drug.

It took less than two seconds for the uppy to kick in. Suddenly Jack couldn't stop smiling. He felt amazing. His body felt warm and relaxed. To him there was no better feeling. This way he didn't even feel bad about having to eat garbage and leftovers from the meals given to the SC subjects.

He devoured his garbage gleefully as he did nightly, before going to sleep on his ratty little sofa in his hole in the ground.