Human turned Werewolf (Extremely slow updates)

Chapter 5

Experiment Six-Two-Six POV

 The continuous sound of dripping water is what woke me from my dreamless state. Opening my eyes, I notice that I'm in the same room as I was yesterday. Letting my eyes focus in the dimly lit room, I see the differences that my vision shows. Though the room was once; dimly lit, it's on the brighter side today. The scent of rusted pipes and stale water is more potent than what they were the day before. It seems when I'm in this monstrous form, my senses heighten. 

Raising slowly to my feet, my legs quiver from being unused; the long-forgotten chains clang together and make their presence known. They tug and pull on my neck, making the already blistered skin itch, the weights of the heavy chains on my throbbing neck; the silver-infused collar is the icing on the cake. Shifting, I try to reach where the itching is the most intense; I find it rather impossible to get to the spot. Its hind claws make contact with the collar, a K-9 like whine slips past its muzzle when the itch yet subsides. 

After a few minutes of failing to scratch the itch, I move to test the length of the chains. It's not surprising that the chain only reaches a few feet from where it's fused to the wall. Tugging against the bindings, testing their strength, I huff in annoyance when they hold firm. The tugging causes the once-forgotten itching to flare up again, causing me to try and scratch it. An annoyed huff escapes me as I flop back down in temporary defeat. 

And it continues like this; like a vicious cycle. It's been more than a week since I was trapped down here, alone and cold. I continuously try to weaken the chains but to no avail. Sometimes without realizing it; I catch myself slipping away from reality, is that a good thing? I do not know. When my mind closes the door on reality, I feel not myself, not me.

The week that followed the day that I was brought here has reminded me that I am forever alone. When everything fades away and bleeds into nothing but darkness, I feel myself slowly slipping away. Before they decided to place me in the "Relaxation Room," I was used to being alone, but now I had gotten to know all of the other test subjects, and after I started talking to them, I've grown used to them and attached. But now, as I'm laying here chained up like some crazed animal, I realize how much I miss them, how much I need them here with me. The feeling of loneliness was something I thought I was used to, now it's as if there's a hole in my chest.  

The once warm feeling in my chest has vanished, and in its place is a cold emptiness I've never felt before. The darkness lingers in the cold, damp cell, it calls to me like a beacon of light shining its way through thick, dense fog. It surrounds me, beckoning me over; arms opened wide to welcome me home. Still, that's not where I want to go back to; I want the love and warmth I had when I was with Julia and the others, the three full-course meals I once was receiving. But that's all wishful thinking; I'll never get any of those things back; best not to dwell on the matter.

The sound of footsteps is what brought out of my thoughts, the monster's ears twitch as they draw nearer with hushed voices accompanying them, I watch as eyes that are not my own zero in on the door in such an intense stare; I wait for the door to burst into flames. It's not long before the ones that are making all the noise make their presence known and when I-no, when its eyes- zeros in on the two looming figures, I'm not surprised by who it is; Samantha and Coltan stand there at the door, eyes as sharp as knives and gazes as cold as ice. They watch with intense gazes as the beast himself rises from his laid position, ears splayed out against its head and lips pulled back to reveal razor-sharp teeth, a fierce and angered growl rips through the air; as it watches the slow approach of Dr. Rebel's assistant Samantha.

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