I tasted the rain on my tongue, an eerie, forgotten feeling that I thought I would never feel again. My toes curled in the real grass and dirt, and a smile tore across my face. Looking over at my cell mates, my emotions were mirrored, but not for long. Those smiles faded as we heard the first of the sirens begin to go off, and the yelling of guards not far behind us. The noises drowned out by the thunder and the rain, yet still reminding us of the task ahead.
It was planned to perfection. The rain would help cover our tracks and the thunder drowns out our escape, a smuggled explosive that blew a hole in our shared cell rooms. Now we just had to run, and damn were we up for that. I felt my legs morphing and snapping into something less human and more beast-like, and the power of my muscles thrum through my body like an electrical pulse. Taller, faster, dangerous, a human in the form of a beast. That is what we were, that is what they created, turned us into. And we will be the death of them.
We ran, first on two legs then on four, with horse like strides and cheetah like speed, those sirens and attack dogs were no longer buzzing in our ears, all we could hear was our strides and our howls of joy. We had escaped; those long years of pain and suffering at the point of a gun or needle were over, the prison lay kilometres behind our backs and only the horizon lay ahead.
We were free, for now.
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Wolf Children
WerewolfNeedles. Chemicals. Experiments. They turned us into this, into these beasts. They put us in this position, hunters at night, hiding at day. They thought they could contain us, confine us. We were too strong, and now I promise myself day and night t...
